Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Just think of all the places those fingers and cocks and mouths could touch you,” Carmine said.
“I can feel her skin heating up from here,” Massimo observed.
Stefano grinned at me. “Maybe you should take your clothes off before you overheat.”
“Now?”
“Why not? Time to find out if that new bed is any good,” Carmine said.
“It had better be,” Massimo growled. “It cost twenty grand.”
Stefano gave a low whistle.
Carmine strode over and picked me up, making me shriek. He set me on my feet on the bed. I held onto his hand as I balanced on the firm mattress. “What did you do that for?” It was strange to be taller than him.
“I figured for that kind of money, maybe you could put on a little show for us.”
Putting my hand on my hip, I frowned down at him. “A show?”
“Yeah, why not?” he asked. “Prove to us you’re not the timid little virgin you were when we first met you.”
“Well, I’m certainly not a virgin anymore.”
I wavered, torn between arousal and bafflement. Lately, Carmine had been pushing my boundaries—helping me step out of my shell, both sexually and otherwise. But he’d never pushed me too far out of my comfort zone, and I trusted him.
And what the hell … I loved these guys, and the hunger in their eyes was turning me on. I’d forgot to add in their smoldering gazes when I was counting up body parts before. I peeled my shirt off, revealing a pink lace bra and my silver locket beneath it. I twirled the shirt around in the air, the way I imagined an exotic dancer might, and then threw it at Stefano.
“Good start,” he said.
I unzipped my shorts—my very short, tight shorts. Massimo didn’t like for me to wear them in front of any of the staff, but I was allowed to wear anything I liked up on the third floor.
With two fingers in my waistband, I slid the shorts down my thighs, bending over a little more than necessary. Massimo moved to the side of the bed to get a better view of my ass, which made me laugh. He could be pretty predictable in some ways. I stepped out of my shorts and kicked them in his direction. He caught them and threw them high in the air. I watched as they arced over my head, and he used the fact that I was distracted to give me a quick slap on my ass.
“Hey!”
“What do I get?” Carmine asked.
Since I was down to my bra and panties, there weren’t a lot of choices left. Even though I was having fun, I wasn’t quite brave enough to take off all my clothes while standing on top of the bed as if it were a stage, but I had an idea for something I could do instead. “You get my bra and panties,” I said to Carmine. Then I walked to the edge of the bed and jumped into his arms.
He caught me easily, and I wrapped myself around him. “There’s still a girl in this bra and panties,” he said.
I linked my wrists behind his neck and kissed him. “Are you complaining about that?”
“Not at all.” His voice was husky as his hands roamed over me. He carried me forward, laying me on my back in the middle of the bed. He hovered over me, his hands and knees depressing the mattress on either side. Then he kissed me, taking care not to put his weight on me.
I rubbed his back and his hair while he thoroughly explored my mouth. While we kissed, Massimo and Stefano climbed onto the bed on either side of us. I only realized that when one undid the front clasp of my bra and the other started easing my panties off.
It was so hot when they were all still dressed and I was naked. But the throbbing in my core made me want more. I snaked a hand between us and fumbled for the button on Carmine’s jeans.
He bit my lower lip and then stretched it a bit before releasing it. “Not just yet,” he said. He rolled over to the side, pinning my wrist down on the mattress. Massimo did the same on my other side. My hips writhed on the bed as Stefano climbed between my legs.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
“Get ready to say that a lot.” He winked at me, and I shivered in delicious anticipation. Stefano had such a talented mouth.
My thighs parted as he neared my slit, and I struggled against the two men pinning my arms down. Not because I thought I could get away—or even because I wanted to get away—but because it turned me on to feel their strength.
Stefano slid a finger along my seam, gathering my moisture. Then he put his finger on my lips, making me taste myself. “Good?” he asked, and I nodded. “Maybe I’ll have to try some for myself.”