Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
My head whips up to find Dalton hovering in front of me, stark naked, those strong thighs leading up to that perfect, pierced cock, and from this angle down on the ground, he looks like a fucking god. My jaw drops, but not because of his mouth-watering body, but because of the perfectly round, pink, sprinkled donut hanging off his dick.
A wide grin stretches across my face, and I scramble to my feet, unable to stop gaping, barely even noticing the box of donuts resting in his hand. “You know,” he starts so casually, as though he hasn’t even noticed the bright pink donut hanging from his cock. “I’ve always wondered how many of these bad boys I could fit on my dick.”
I can’t speak. Only gawk. But damn, I’m so here for this.
Dalton plucks another donut out of the box and hands it to me with a cheeky-as-fuck smirk. “Wanna do the honors?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Stepping into him, I take the donut from his hand and, smirking like a fucking idiot, I hook it over his thick cock, wondering where the hell he managed to find donuts with such big holes. Don’t get me wrong, it’s definitely a snug fit, but the donuts I’m used to can barely fit a finger through them.
“Hmm,” Dalton groans. “Still warm.”
A snort tears from the back of my throat as I look over my handiwork, knowing damn well I could fit at least another four on that thing. “Aren’t you worried about it getting all sticky?”
“Well,” he says, glancing down at the donut cock before sending me a panty-dropping wink. “I hope you like strawberry icing and sprinkles.”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, suddenly extremely hungry. “You know, I think that might just be my new favorite.”
Dalton grins before trailing his fingers through the strawberry icing and lifting it to my lips. I open wide, more than happy to play along, and take his finger in my mouth, groaning as my pussy starts to ache.
His eyes become hooded, and I can’t help but wonder how a man with two donuts hanging off his cock can manage to look so devilish. Hell, he looks downright dangerous, pink icing and all. He inches toward me when his whole demeanor shifts, his body stiffening, even more than it already is. “Ahh, fuck,” he says with a slight cringe.
My brows furrow just as I hear the soft ding of the elevator from across the rooftop. Before I even get a chance to ask how he knew someone was coming before hearing the ding, Sawyer and Easton are stepping out onto the rooftop.
Sawyer gets only one step before getting an eyeful of Dalton’s cock and doubles over, clutching his stomach as he howls with uncontrollable laughter. I think it’s the first time since his father’s imprisonment that I’ve seen him come alive. Easton, on the other hand, raises his palm to cover Venom’s eyes, as if protecting a child from getting an eyeful of their uncle screwing the pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving evening after getting too drunk and assuming everyone had already gone home.
Dalton just stands there and accepts the mockery, not in the least embarrassed about his strawberry-sprinkled donut cock. “Really? You chose right now to come up here?”
“Fuck man,” Sawyer says, once he’s finally recovered. “I knew you’d go to extreme lengths to steal her attention, but this? Holy fuck.”
Dalton grins at his friends. “You can’t tell me you’ve never been curious.”
“He’s got a point,” I tell them. “I think we could get at least half a dozen lined up on this thing.”
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Easton mutters. “I watched you slit a man’s throat without a second thought barely forty-eight hours ago, and now you’re fucking donuts. What gives, man?”
“Nah, come on,” Dalton says, looking at his friends as though he couldn’t possibly be more offended that they aren’t stripping down to see who could hold the most. “Don’t be like that. It’s just a little fun.”
Sawyer shakes his head, feigning secondhand embarrassment, but everyone here knows he really doesn’t give a shit. He wouldn’t possibly miss a chance to screw with his friend though. “Yeah . . . we’re gonna go,” he says, making sure to sound incredibly awkward about it.
“Come on, guys,” Dalton says. “I . . . It’s not what it looks like. Really.”
The boys walk away while shaking their heads, and I grin back at them before plucking a donut out of the box. “Their loss,” I tell Dalton, making sure I’m loud enough for them to hear. I watch as they glance back at me once they reach the elevator, and I scoop my finger through the icing before trailing it over my chest, their sharp gazes zoning in on my movements. “I was just about to see how sticky we could get.”