Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
If I can give her an orgasm with so many onlookers, I'll know she's into this. Mind, body, and soul.
Her clit is already swollen, so she gasps at the first lap of my tongue. My eyes open, gazing up at her body, checking she's okay. I find Carl's mouth latched to one nipple and Noah's to the other, and Kyla's head turned to face Kole as he runs his cock over her lips.
It looks like I have absolutely nothing to worry about.
So I take my time. I lose myself in her softness and sweetness, playing with her until her thighs are clenching and her body is bucking.
"Fuck her," a voice whispers behind me. It's Dex, and he sounds hoarse, as though watching the action is already too much for him, and maybe not enough. Watching is his kink, after all. It wouldn't surprise me if he wanted to go last. Denying himself while others experience pleasure in the most extreme way.
I don't need to be told twice.
It takes no time for me to shrug off my clothes, and I fist my cock, needing to take the edge off the frenzied urge to bury myself in Kyla's sweet pussy in one hard thrust. Taking my time will ensure that everyone gets to share the experience.
Kyla moans around Kole's cock, and his abs flex with the exceptional restraint it's taking him not to thrust into her throat. I line my cock against Kyla's entrance, giving her time to sense what's going to happen before I lean in, sliding forward, inch by inch, until I'm deep. "Fuck," I grunt, closing my eyes at the perfection, but I don't stay that way for long because watching what my friends are doing to Kyla is like a tongue across my balls.
"That's it," Dex says. "Give it to her. Make her moan."
And I do. I roll my hips, making sure to graze her clit with each thrust until she's making sounds that don't even sound human, and Kole is crying out, his hand on Kyla's throat as he comes and she swallows.
Kase is quick to take his place on the other side, gently encouraging Kyla to turn, stroking his thumb across her lips. Her eyes flutter as she gazes up at the carbon copy of the man to her right. "Are you ready?" he asks her softly, and she nods as he brings his cock to her lips, shifting to get close enough for the depth he's seeking.
Niall is next, taking Kyla's hand and wrapping it tightly around his cock, seeking the friction of her palm as he thrusts slowly. I watch my brother's eyes roll as I hitch Kyla's leg over my shoulder and force my cock even deeper. I'm not going to be able to last long, but it doesn't matter because she's coming around my cock before I need to release, and I know I've done what I need to do.
I've given Kyla pleasure and brought us all together. Now it's up to the rest of my friends and brothers to do what needs to be done.
All I can do is slump back onto my haunches, my heart pounding, my mind thrumming, and hope that everything will work out just as I want.
32
KYLA
Eight men surround me, all naked and all gorgeous. I've never seen so many rippling abs and broad chests, so many rounded shoulders and bulging biceps. Tattoos mark every one of them, the black and colorful inked images a kaleidoscope of artistic talent exploding across the skin of men who circle me like lions around fallen prey.
And I have fallen.
I'm one orgasm down and trying my best to gather my thoughts while Kase slides his cock between my lips. Kole, his twin, has already given me a taste, and Kase is close.
One orgasm to them and two to me.
Not that keeping score should really be a thing, but this is a game after all.
A game that I want to come out of as the winner.
That sounds stupid, even in my own head. In my heart, it feels like the mutterings of a delusional fool because no matter how many orgasms I cause among the men of Ink Factor, I'm never going to win.
Winning would involve me getting to live the life that Luna gets to experience every day. It would involve me transforming myself into a person who is beautiful enough and interesting enough to be worthy of all these men. I'm not a snake who can shed skin that doesn't fit. I'm a woman who's deeply ingrained in who I am and who doesn't know how to become something brighter.
For now, I'm bright enough to offer them pleasure. I am shiny enough for them to want to lose themselves in my body. I'm new dime while the lights are low and the game is on.