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)
Unlike Houston and Loren, he always let me set the pace, and somehow, I still gave him all of me anyway. I trembled once again as a slash of fear sliced me open without warning or cause.
I always assumed he was the safest, but…what if I was wrong?
What if Jericho was the most dangerous of all?
He broke the kiss.
“As much I love your lips, it’s your pussy I want to kiss. My face, Braxton. Sit on my face.”
Preoccupied by the need in his voice, I stared down into Jericho’s eyes. Those silver pools were like quicksand. You don’t know you’re screwed until you’re already in too deep.
A whimper I hadn’t intended slipped out of me, and then I was rising onto my knees. I heard footsteps, and when I peeked over my shoulder, it was in time to see Houston slipping out of the room. Strong hands gripped my ass while I was still frowning at the door, and then Jericho was yanking me forward until I was straddling his head.
Apparently, he’d grown impatient waiting.
My yelp was cut short, a moan replacing it when I felt his felt tongue swipe my slit. Eyes fluttering closed, I lowered myself more as my thighs spread when he began to plant open-mouth kisses on my lower lips.
“Oh, Jericho, fuck,” I moaned when he eventually turned to my clit. Those slow teasing licks were going to send me to the looney bin.
Having mercy on me, his attention returned to my entrance, and my mouth fell open at the feeling of his tongue stiffening as he burrowed it inside of me as far as it would go. Pulling free, he repeated the move, and in and out, his tongue darted. I made a sound I didn’t recognize as I began winding my hips. I was fucking his face in earnest now, and that was all it took for his easy rhythm to end.
Needing something to hold on to when I felt my control slipping, I fell forward, my hands clutching the sheets as he began alternating between attacking my clit and lapping up every drop of arousal that poured out of me.
Jericho was greedily feasting between my legs as if he hadn’t been falling asleep mere moments ago.
The more aggressively he ate me, the wilder my hips moved until I was riding his face with complete abandon. Every so often, I’d wonder if I was hurting him, and then he’d do something with his tongue that made all thoughts, fears, and reasoning flee.
“Jericho, baby, I’m going to come,” I screamed.
I couldn’t recall if I’d ever been a screamer. I’d cry, I’d moan, I’d whimper, yes…but I’d never been a screamer.
Jericho made a sound of encouragement just before he gripped my ass with both hands, keeping me in place as he attacked my clit like he was a starved man and I was dessert.
I’d never felt anything like it.
When I came, I didn’t just lose control of my body.
It felt like I’d left it entirely.
“Jesus,” I heard someone swear behind me.
It could have been either Houston or Loren. My ears were ringing too loudly to know for sure. Long heart-thundering moments later, my orgasm subsided, but Jericho was still kissing me there in reverence. I whined when my sensitive pussy protested, so he reluctantly let me go. I didn’t go far since my legs were jelly, so I fell onto the bed next to him.
Through my hazy vision, I saw that Houston had returned and was now leaning against the bottom right bedpost with a lazy, lustful look in his eyes.
“We’re not done yet,” he warned me when it looked like I might fall asleep.
I peeked at Jericho lying next to me and watching me with a similar look as he slowly undid his belt and jeans.
Oh.
His lips were glistening with my juices, and as if just realizing it too, he leaned over and kissed me, making me taste myself.
I moaned greedily as I deepened the kiss.
“We’re going to fuck you now, okay?” he whispered after he pulled away slightly.
He shoved his jeans down his legs while Houston undid his own, and I paused as I caught on to his meaning.
“Both of you…a-at the same time?”
Teeth sinking into his bottom lip, gaze hooded, Jericho nodded. I quickly sat up as my heart began thundering in my chest. There were too many smells, too many tastes.
We hadn’t tried that yet.
I’ve had them each alone, and some nights they took turns, but I’ve never had more than one of them at once.
I’ve never had more than anyone at once.
I felt Jericho’s hand grip my thigh as he sat up and kissed my neck.
“It’s okay,” he gently assured me. “We’ll take care of you.”
Apparently, it wasn’t up for debate.
I glared at Houston, who was naked now, as Jericho continued to attack my neck. I don’t know why I liked it so much when we pretended I didn’t have a choice.