Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Short and shallow breaths are all I can suck in at the moment, which makes talking a little hard. “I can’t…” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Yes, you can,” Colt quips. “You can take my fist like a good little slut.”
I groan. His cruel words egg me on, reigniting the fire I felt earlier.
“I’m almost in all the way, just a bit more.” Colt’s voice is filled with excitement as he continuously works his fist into me.
Every time I think I can’t take any more, he pushes in another inch, the fullness ever growing and the pain slowly rising.
I grind my molars together. My safe word is sitting at the tip of my tongue, ready to be blurted out when something rubs against my clit. The sensation is so intense, I shudder.
“I think you can come with my fist inside of you,” Colt says roughly. “Come for me while I have your little pussy stuffed to the brim.”
I shake my head. Unable to believe that I can come, but as Colt rubs his thumb over my engorged clit, pleasure builds in my core, spreading like a wildfire without rain.
“Come for us,” Nix growls into my ear, his tone demanding.
Colt pinches my clit—pressure and pain come together in a crescendo of pleasure. My whole body tightens as an overwhelming orgasm rushes through me. The fullness in my core makes my release different, more intense, and definitely longer. My mind goes blank, my thighs quiver, and I make a wonton sound I’ve never heard before.
When I eventually come down from my high, I relax back against Nix, who still has a tight hold on me. Colt moves his fist inside of me, and I shudder again.
“Knew you would like this,” Colt admits.
“I hope you don’t think we are done with you yet.” Nix chuckles behind me.
“I didn’t think you were,” I quip. The only question is, how much more can I handle?
27
NIX
This must be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My cock is so hard it hurts, and my muscles ache from being so tense. My hands are wrapped around Leni’s wrists tightly enough to leave bruises, and I have to force my grip to loosen so I won’t actually hurt her.
Not that she is complaining much. Quite the opposite. The sounds coming from her mouth are sweet little moans and sexy small gasps while Colt moves his fist out of her pussy.
I look down, enjoying the perfect view of Leni’s stretched out cunt. Her pussy lips are forced apart, red and angry looking as Colt’s lubed up hand slides out of her tight channel at last.
Leni is completely still in my hold, her body relaxed and limp from her intense orgasm. I let go of her wrists and her arms fall to the mattress beside us. Grabbing her by the hips, I pull her up into my lap until my dick is lined up with her pussy.
I enter her in one deep thrust, enjoying how wet and hot she is. We both moan as I push into her a few more times before pulling out. I don’t want to fuck her cunt right now. I want her ass.
Lifting Leni up slightly, I position her tight back entrance over my cock while pushing my hips upward. My tip forces her narrow hole open a little too fast. I hiss in pleasure as Leni screams out in pain.
“Nix!” she says in a warning tone, but I’m too far gone to stop.
I push my cock in a little deeper, making Leni groan like I’m hurting her. Hot pleasure races through my veins, and I almost come again. The intense feeling of having her asshole squeeze my cock while seeing her in pain and hearing her little whimpers will be forever in my spankbank.
I really hope she doesn’t use that fucking safe word, because I honestly don’t know if I could stop.
Another few inches, and I’m seated inside of her tight ass. My fingers dig into her skin as I hold her against me tightly. I hold still for a moment, letting her adjust before I start to rock my hips in and out of her slowly.
Leni’s whimpers turn into moans just as I loosen my hand on her hip and bring it up to her throat. I wrap my fingers around her slender neck, putting slight pressure on my thumb and fingertips. I don’t press hard enough to make her pass out, but firm enough to pose a threat. She can still talk, still use her safe word, but she doesn’t.
Her pulse races under my touch, and I can feel her swallow just before I squeeze hard enough to choke her. Leni’s hands come to my arms, where she grabs hold of me. Her sharp nails dig into my skin, making me hiss out in pain.