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)
Bracing my knees against the bed, I rise up and grab both sides of Mack's head while I keep kissing. It gives him room to lift my tank top all the way up to under my arms. He nudges, and I let him lift it over my head. Scrapper leans into me from behind, placing kisses on my shoulder and neck. Then he starts pulling my bra up.
“Wait!” I pull away from Mack so I can speak. “We seriously can't—”
Reaper shows me the phone screen. No FixerUppers, just the camera app. He laughs. “If you think we're gonna share you with the whole goddamn internet, you're fucking crazy, girl. But film it? You bet your sexy ass I'm gonna. And then we'll put it up on the big screen and watch it together while we fuck again.”
That's out in the living room, but he did mention christening all of the rooms. There's a reason we got a big couch.
I eye the camera with a bit of skepticism. “If that ever gets out somewhere…”
“It's not gonna. Not that you got anything to be ashamed of, but Snark's set me up with an encrypted storage thing. I don't know how it works, but I know how to use it and he promised on his goddamn life that not even he would be able to get into it. If I lose the phone or forget the password, the footage is lost forever. This'll just be between the four of us.
“You put a lot of thought into this.” I don't think my look is accusing exactly, but I can tell when he really wants something. Before I met the boys, it would've been out of the question. Even before my burn scars, I wasn't any more confident about being seen naked than most women, but it's amazing what the total acceptance of your men can do for your self-confidence. When you've got three of them who keep telling you that they want nothing more than to get you naked and look at you, touch you, drive you crazy and then bury their big, fat cocks inside you… well, you start to let down your guard. Maybe even believe them a little. And then it suddenly gets to be kind of hot.
“Listen, I'll put it away if you—”
“How do you want me?” I lean back into Scrapper so he gets easier access to get my bra off. “What's your video fantasy?”
“Jesus fuck,” Reaper groans, just as Mack and Scrapper chuckle together.
My bra is gone in a moment, and while my first instinct is to cover my breasts up with my hands when there's a camera on them, I change my mind last moment and cup them instead, twisting myself towards Reaper and holding them up like I'm offering them to him. “This what you wanted to see?”
He unbuttons himself with one hand as he approaches, keeping the phone on me the whole time. He pops out, hard and dripping, his jeans still clinging to his narrow hips. “Look at me while you suck me,” he orders, then puts himself right in front of me.
Right out into the deep end. I lock eyes with him and lick my lips, slowly, while massaging my breasts and flicking my own nipples with my thumbs. He holds the camera so that I have to look into that too, but it's his beautiful, sexy eyes I keep my gaze on.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His cock throbs before I even touch it, pumping out a little clear drop right at the tip. “You look so damn sexy.”
Mack's big hands slide to my ass, making sure I'm still secure in his lap, and when I reach up to capture Reaper's thrumming length in my fist, Scrapper takes over breast duty. When he flicks my nipples, it's like there's electric shocks racing from them to my core. When I do it, it's like trying to tickle myself, but when he does it, it makes me wonder if I've soaked Mack's jeans through my own yet.
I stick out my tongue and slide it slowly, gently underneath Reaper's crown. Tracing the thick crown with the tip, I make him gasp. The scent of him is heady, intoxicating, but I never break eye contact as I taste him. That little drop is still at the tip, but when I draw him into my mouth and envelop him with my lips, I take it off him with a flick of my tongue. And then I start bobbing, slowly, shallowly at first and then deeper and deeper.
“That's the sexiest fucking thing I've watched in my life,” Reaper says, his voice rough with lust, but he pulls back so the tip's just out of reach. “Come on, baby, follow me.”
He eases back so I have to crawl after him, until he's seated on the bed with his back to the headboard and me on all fours, tonguing the tip of his cock. My breasts hang so I know he can see them past his own thickness. If I didn’t know he loved that… “Like this?”