Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
One hand grips my right wrist, while another my left. I look up to see Scrapper's glorious naked body beside me, his nipple rings glinting. I thought he didn’t have as many tattoos as the others, but wrapped around his leg from ankle to hip is a massive, coiled dragon. Reaper’s on my other side, his body a weapon made of flesh and bone. And I wonder if it’s my previous experience that falls short, or them that are setting a new standard, because the size of the three of them might ruin me for all other men.
Reaper and Scrapper wrap my fingers around their cocks, so I have each of them in hand and Mack right on the tip of my tongue. I try to stroke Reaper and Scrapper at the same time, but I'm glad when they wrap their hands around mine and do most of the work, showing me what they like. It lets me focus on the thick head in my mouth.
“Jesus,” groans Scrapper, watching me through hooded eyes.
His dick is slick with pre-cum between my fingers, just like Reaper's on the other side. I’m not tied down, but they have me in their control as well as any handcuffs or other restraints. Mack moves his hand to the top of my head, making sure his cock doesn't leave my mouth. I feel small and helpless between them, but I’m not scared.
I'm on fire.
My panties, the only thing I'm still wearing other than my heels, are soaked and my nipples are so tight they ache. I've never been so turned on in my life.
Mack pulls back so suddenly, I rock on my heels. “Fuck,” he groans. “Not yet. Get her on the bed.”
I don't even get a chance to move on my own. One moment I'm on my knees, the next I'm spread out in the center of Scrappers king sized bed. I swear everything around here is king size.
Scrapper’s on me first. He puts his hands on my ankles and—
“Don’t!” I yank my foot away before he can touch my scars.
“Shhhh,” he soothes, careful to avoid my calf, and his eyes focused on my face, not my injury. “They don’t mean a fucking thing, but I’ll leave’em alone. Tonight’s about you and what you want.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry.” I go from feeling like a goddess to crashing to earth so fast and I hate it.
“Shut the fuck up,” growls Reaper as he hooks his hands around my hips and yanks me right up to the edge of the bed, then drops to his knees between my legs. Black ink stretches over his shoulders and down his back, but I can’t see what it is from this angle.
Wait. Is he?
My brain short circuits as he swipes his broad tongue through my soaked folds, sliding wetly between them before flicking the tip right off my clit. I gasp in shock. Then he does it again and I forget all about being self conscious. It feels so good, so sexy and dirty and—God, I can't think straight.
Scrapper and Mack stretch out on either side of me. Scrapper turns my head his way and kisses me. His short beard is pricklier than Mack's thicker, longer one, but I like the way it feels as he helps erase all traces of my moment of panic. I moan into his mouth, losing myself in the kiss as Reaper spreads me with his fingers and sucks my clit into his mouth. On my other side, Mack latches onto my breasts, teasing my nipple with his clever tongue while using his rough fingers to make a pebble out of the other one.
I comb my fingers into Reaper’s long hair and hold on tight. My back arches, pressing my shoulders and butt into the bed and my chest up for Mack’s eager attention. Fiery tendrils of pleasure blossom outward from where Reaper flicks a complicated pattern with his tongue. He slides a finger into me as I shiver against him, feeling like I might explode.
How can anything feel this good?
I’m hopping straight to graduate level from Fooling Around 101. I totally get why guys are such suckers for blowjobs now, and I regret every time I didn’t insist on getting a turn of my own. It took finding three men to make me realize I’ve been putting up with boys.
My breath catches, my chest squeezes tight, and my eyes fly open. Everything in my body stops for just a split second, before rushing back to life with a moan that's so deep and guttural I had no idea I was able to make sounds like that. The strongest orgasm I've had in my life rips through me, as I come apart under Reaper's tongue.
“That’s right, darlin’, come for us,” Mack rumbles into my ear.
Like I could resist even if I wanted to. Stars dance over the backs of my eyelids. My fingers curl into fists so tight it's a wonder I don't tear Reaper’s hair out. All three hold on to me, keeping me writhing in their steely grips while Reaper drives me forward mercilessly. My first orgasm stretches into another, rocking me hard as the one before it, and again, almost painful.