Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” I breathed out as I struggled to catch my breath. Even Rich paused from undoing his jeans, and we locked gazes as the three of them waited. “Do your worst.”
“Aw shit,” Loren instigated as he fell onto his back. He locked his hands behind his head as he cheesed at the ceiling. I wasn’t as confused by his response as I was by Rich’s.
He wasn’t cocky or angry as he nodded. He simply held out his hand to Houston without breaking our stare, and I didn’t understand until Houston passed Jericho a condom from the nightstand.
I could say no to whatever was about to happen, but everyone in this room, including me, knew I wouldn’t.
I wanted them to convince me.
I wanted them to force my mind to finally let go.
My heart and body were already on board.
Rich tore the condom open with his teeth before shoving his jeans and boxers around his thighs and quickly sheathing himself. He talked the least shit, so it made sense that he had the biggest dick. I could already feel him inside me, forcing my body to accept him and carving his name on my walls.
He took the time to partially remove his shirt, lifting the neck over his head but leaving the material bunched around his shoulders. I watched his abs flex as he moved between my legs and brought the fat head of his dick to my entrance.
I wasn’t expecting for him to go slow. I could feel Houston and Loren watching every inch that disappeared inside of me until Jericho was buried to the hilt. My breath caught in my throat at how deeply he reached and how completely he filled me.
“Braxton.” My eyes had begun to drift close when I heard Jericho’s whisper. I opened them, and he smiled down at me gently. “Tell us what we want to know.” He was still fucking me slowly when he lifted my hips off the bed and gripped my ass hard enough to bruise. “Say yes.”
“Make me.”
As if he had expected me to defy him, Jericho’s lids lowered as he bit into his bottom lip. There was no warning before he changed his pace. My bottom half was still completely at his mercy when he began slamming into me with thrusts that could be heard fifty feet away.
“Oh, my God,” I yelped.
But Jericho had no mercy to give.
He pounded me as I gripped the mattress above me with both hands. I even started twisting my body to try to get away, but that only made him growl and fuck me harder.
I smelled the bergamot and orange in Loren’s cologne as he moved closer, and then he was kissing me and swallowing my cries.
“I know,” Loren cooed when the sounds I made turned broken. “Give us what we want, and it stops.” He kissed me again, and it was gentle. A complete mockery of everything Jericho was doing to me below. “I promise, baby.”
I felt my head being turned, and then Houston was kissing me. His kiss was rough and demanding, a warning that there was only more to come. “Otherwise, you’ll keep coming, but he’ll go all night,” he said when he was done.
“Why do you think Rich is the nicest?” Loren taunted. “He’s always had the most restraint. The most discipline. The most self-control. He won’t let himself come until he’s gotten what he wants, and even if he does lose control…” Loren smiled. “There are two more cocks waiting to service you.”
As if the three of them commanded it, I flooded Rich’s dick.
It was only the beginning.
Jericho came down on me as my pussy convulsed on his cock, and with a groan, he began fucking me into the mattress. I had no choice but to hold onto him as my sharp nails scoured his back, and my heels dug into his ass. The sound of his dick tunneling into me was all that could be heard for a while as I came again on a silent scream.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I could already feel my mind splintering apart.
One word, and he’d let himself come.
He’d offer a reprieve—if only until his friends were ready for a turn.
“Jericho, please,” I found myself sobbing when I came for the third time in mere minutes. I wanted mercy, and he wanted me.
Only one of us was getting what we wanted.
“You want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear.
I shook my head.
“You want me to come?”
I nodded.
Logically, it made no sense, but I knew what he was asking when he offered to stop. I wasn’t denying him my body. I denied him my heart. The only way to end this was for him to give in by releasing or for me to give in by saying yes to being theirs.