Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
She stands before us, bare and beautiful, the lamplight playing off her curves, making her glow.
I’m so fucking hard. My damn cock is trying to break through the zipper. But the moment I pull it out, tender time is over.
Monty guides her to the bed, positioning her sideways on the soft sheets, and we follow, finding our spots around her.
I stand near her head and bend down, bringing my lips to hers while Leo leans in to kiss her neck.
“Frankie.” Monty caresses her round, little breasts. “We’re going to try something different tonight.”
She nods, her eyes gleaming with trust. “I’m all yours.”
We talked about this. I don’t know how it will work, but Monty has it all mapped out. Of course, he does.
He meets my eyes and starts removing his suit.
We undress in a flurry, the sound of zippers and falling clothes ramping up my pulse.
When the last garment is shed, I stand over her, my cock bobbing above her face.
“Open that sweet mouth and suck me,” I growl.
With her head hanging partially off the bed, she wraps her eager lips around me. I release a sound so loud and strangled that Leo laughs.
Fuck. The intensity of her mouth buckles my knees. I fall over her, catching myself with my hands braced on either side of her hips. The suction, the friction, and the depth she takes me is mind-blowing.
I thrust my hips, fucking into the warm, wet perfection of her mouth. Bent over her, the angle levels my face with her pretty, pink cunt. I bury my face in it, devouring her taste, her intoxicating scent, licking her until we both fall apart.
Monty and Leo take their turns next, fucking her mouth the same way.
Frankie loves to suck cock. She would do it all night if we let her. But this is just the appetizer.
As Leo chases his release in her mouth, my hand joins Monty’s between her legs, our touches synchronized. Her cunt is so warm and soft around our fingers, her breath hitching as we explore her together, as we worship her with our hands and lips.
When Leo finishes, he leans down and kisses her forehead, his hand resting on her cheek. “We’re not stopping until you can’t breathe. You know that, right?”
“Bring it on, my Norse god.” Her swollen lips curve in a wicked smile.
“Who’s on the bottom?” Leo asks us.
“Me.” I climb onto the bed, my dick throbbing and ready.
Frankie moves to the side as I lie on my back and gesture her over.
“Sit on my dick, woman.” I grip it, angling it skyward. “Give me that ass.”
Monty lubes up her hand, and she smears it over me and between her legs. Then she moves into position, facing my feet, and slowly lowers onto my cock, fitting me smoothly, wondrously into her ass.
She takes it in every hole, every day. Her body knows us, welcomes us, without hesitation or resistance.
My experience with anal sex before Frankie was traumatic and devastating. But I’ve talked through it in my sessions with Dr. Thurber and many late nights with Monty on this very boat while anchored in the Sitka Sound, drinking and stargazing.
Leo talks about his shit with Monty, too. Monty isn’t just a problem solver. He’s a damn good listener.
“How are you doing?” With my hands on her hips, I thrust in slow, measured strokes, letting her adjust to my size. “Ready for more?”
“If more means all of you…” She widens her legs, panting. “I was born ready.”
“That’s our girl.” Monty nudges my thighs together and straddles them. Running his hands down her body, he brushes his fingers against mine and moves my grip to her tits. “You’re ours, Mrs. Strakh. We’re going to make you feel every bit of our love.”
I hold still as his dick nudges against the base of mine. I don’t know which hole he intends to fill until I feel him sliding in beside me.
“Holy fuck.” I groan, shaking with the effort to remain motionless, not to let loose and start pounding. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Monty moans, a dark, guttural sound that vibrates through me. He takes his sweet-ass time pushing in, tormenting her and me with his goddamn control. He caresses her body, makes love to her mouth, and edges us both to the cusp of orgasm over and over.
“Fuck, Monty.” She gives me her weight, lying back on my chest. “I need you to move, thrust, do something!”
He just laughs as his fingers work their magic on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
When he finally bottoms out, sinking to the hilt, he finds my eyes over her shoulder.
Then we move.
Nothing compares to the sensation of his cock stroking alongside mine in her ass. The tightness, the ungodly friction, the intimacy…the pleasure overwhelms my senses, tightening my balls and spreading heat down my spine.