Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Let me guess, four, you’re going to fuck Abby, make her fall for you, and then bring me into the equation and while you give me permission to fuck your wife, you’re going to use that as leverage against her parents and bring out the whole sordid truth?”
“Exactly. They will have nothing. I will ruin them one way or another. It’s just a matter of time. Are you on board?” James asked. He pulled on a pair of jeans.
It was still hot so he didn’t bother with a shirt.
Drake shook his head. “What are you going to do if we fall in love with her?”
James laughed, turning back to look at Drake. “Seriously, you think that is a possibility?”
“Why not? What if she’s not a gold-digging whore? She warned you today.”
“It could just be her attempt to throw off the scent,” James said.
“And if it’s not? If she’s as sweet as her virgin pussy, what then?”
James stared at Drake. He didn’t have an answer. He’d not thought that far ahead, not yet.
“I can’t keep Abby waiting,” James said.
Drake laughed. “You’re using her as an excuse. This is new. Enjoy your new wife. I know I’m going to be in my bedroom, working my dick thinking about the two of you together.”
“You like that, huh? You like the thought of me touching my wife’s pussy?” James pressed Drake up against the wall. They’d talked about having a wife of their own. A woman between them to share. The perfect little threesome.
Any woman that they were with would have to deal with the two of them. It wouldn’t just be sharing; there would also be one-on-one. James had noticed the way Abby watched Drake at breakfast.
Could it be possible?
No, she’s not the one.
We could use this time to see how it worked.
Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he ran his hand down Drake’s body, cupping his cock. He was hard already.
“Is this for me or for Abby?”
“What do you think?” Drake asked.
“This is the thought of me fucking Abby tonight. You want to watch?”
Drake grunted as James pushed his hand down the shorts Drake was wearing. Wrapping his fingers around the length, he stared into Drake’s eyes as he worked his cock. “Yes. She’d look so beautiful bouncing on your cock. I know you’d make it good for her. You can’t deny that her first time is turning you on.”
“I never said it wasn’t.” James rubbed more of the pre-cum into and down Drake’s length, getting him all worked up. “You want to watch when I do? See my cock sliding in and out of her. Would you want me to wear a condom?”
Drake groaned. “You’re going to have to. Damn, I’d have loved to have seen your cock so hard and slick with her cum.”
“When it’s all three of us, will you lick it off?”
“Yes, fuck yes.”
“You want me to come inside her. Fill her with my cum so you can lick her out,” James said.
He was going to have to get himself under control. His cock was hardening at the thought even as he worked on Drake.
To anyone looking in, he was being cruel, but he wasn’t. This was their thing.
Foreplay.
By the time they were alone the next time, they’d be tearing each other’s clothes off to get to the other. He couldn’t think of anything better than fucking him right now.
Abby.
Sweet, beautiful Abby.
“You want to come?” James asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m afraid you can’t.” He pulled his hand away, ceasing his ministrations.
Drake growled. “You can’t be serious.”
“Hell, yeah. Think about me, Drake. You know you want to.”
Leaving the bedroom, he heard Drake’s curse but didn’t stop to finish what he started. Whistling to himself, he made his way downstairs. He went toward the kitchen but saw no sign of Abby.
He checked the dining room, his office, the entertainment room, and finally found her curled up in the library, her head in a book.
She’d actually found something to read.
Over the years he’d purchased a lot of books. He’d not read many of them. Drake was more the reader than he was.
Entering the room, James cleared his throat, and she slammed the book closed, standing up.
He saw the panic in her eyes, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like that she felt scared when he appeared.
You haven’t exactly been nice to her.
“I hope it’s okay for me to read?”
“Of course.” He stepped into the room. “I wish I had more time to read. I love sitting down with a good book.”
The pleasure he got now was drinking a nice glass of wine and listening to Drake read.
“Oh, is that because of work?”
“Yes. It does take up a lot more of my time.”
“I guess running a million-dollar industry takes a lot of hard work.”
He chuckled. “It’s a multi-million-dollar company, but yes, it does.”
“I’m really sorry,” she said.