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)
“Come for me,” Houston tells him as he picked up his pace.
Because the truth was he was fucking his best friend as much as he was fucking me. There were no degrees of separation, with the two of them stuffed together inside my pussy.
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the scent of vanilla and berries. As they mixed and combined, the aroma was almost familiar. However, there was an element missing that kept me from identifying the source and finally uncovering the emotion.
I cried my frustration even as I came again.
Houston showed his appreciation with a hand wrapped around my throat as he lifted my upper body. He hammered my pussy, keeping me in place as he stared down at Rich, who still hadn’t come yet.
“Fucking give it to me, Noble.”
I felt Rich grip my hair from behind, arching my neck, and no longer still as he joined in and fucked me from below.
I’m caught between the two of them as they try to dominate one another.
Another wave of the berries and vanilla wash over me, and I spread myself wider to let them have their way with me.
“Shit, baby, I—”
Rich didn’t get to say more.
His body stiffened as his grip on my hair tightened.
Knowing he’d won also sent Houston over the edge, and together, they flooded my pussy with their cum.
I don’t know how long we stayed there, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room before Houston carefully pulled away before dropping to the far side of the bed.
Just as gently, Jericho lifted me off him and placed me between them.
We continued trying to catch our breath for another moment or two before Rich found the strength to leave the bed and the room. He came back five minutes later with a warm cloth that he used to clean me, something I should have grown used to them doing by now but hadn’t.
Houston disappeared next, and when he returned, he was wearing sweats. Picking me up from the bed, he carried me to the bathroom across the dark hall that was pretty impressive for a guest bath. As I peed, I contemplated a shower before deciding that I was much too sore and exhausted to manage it.
I’ll do it in the morning.
When we returned to the bedroom, Rich was wearing shorts and lying in bed, waiting. I immediately snuggled next to him with a smile that he rewarded with his tongue and his lips as Houston got into the bed and pressed into me from behind. As soon as Rich was done, Houston turned me over to face him so that he could have his turn kissing me goodnight while Jericho spooned me from behind.
Once again, I was wondering where the hell Loren was as berries and vanilla mixed.
I wouldn’t be able to sleep without him here as well, though neither Houston nor Rich seemed to feel the same.
Rich was out first, snoring loudly while Houston’s breathing began to slow.
Soon, I’m left alone with my thoughts and the memory of what took place in this bed until ten minutes later, when I finally heard footsteps. The bedroom door opened, and I watched as Loren made his way over to the bed dressed in nothing but black boxer briefs.
Stopping at the foot of the bed, he tilted his head as he scanned me, Houston, and finally, Rich, before his eyes narrowed on me. “Tell me they didn’t do what I think they did.”
Rich, suddenly awake, lifted his head from my shoulder to grumble a response at Loren. “No one told you to take an hour-long shower the first night we bring our girl home, princess.” He then returned his face to my neck while Loren joined us on the bed.
He didn’t speak again until he was settled on his back next to Houston with his hands clasped behind his head. “You owe me.”
I didn’t realize he had directed his statement to me until his eyes cut my way in warning when I didn’t immediately agree.
Of course.
Rich had already fallen asleep again, and Houston hadn’t stirred.
Untangling myself from between them, I climbed over Houston to straddle Loren’s waist. His hands immediately found my ass, and then our lips crashed together.
We kissed like it had been years and we’d crossed an endless ocean, fought bloody battles, and weathered countless storms just to see each other again.
Once again, my senses tried to convince me that I was running through a meadow, so I greedily and purposely inhaled the clean scent of Loren’s soap. Recalling that he said he preferred it so that it didn’t clash with his cologne, I sighed my unyielding affection.
That was something my bossy brute and persnickety princess had in common. Houston and Loren were both obsessed with details, though for different reasons.
I still hadn’t found Rich’s flaw yet.
Reaching behind me, I wrestled Loren’s cock free of his boxers and began stroking his thick length until his breathing turned heavy, and he was lifting his hips and fucking my fist.