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)
“Fucking perfect.”
Mack takes the opportunity to undo my jeans and tug them down, along with my underwear. A moment later, all our clothes are scattered across the floor, and all four of us are naked as the day we were born.
“Gimme the phone,” Scrapper says as he kneels behind me. He’s as demanding as Reaper today.
Reaper hands it over, then threads his coarse fingers into my hair so he can control my speed and depth. I never take my eyes off him though, and he never looks away. It adds a whole other level of intensity, a connection.
“Fuck, you're soaked,” says Scrapper. His thick fingers have the texture of a hard worker’s, and it just adds to the hot vibrations his touch sends racing through me. He finds my clit and with a quick flick has me gasping around Reaper.
I can only imagine he's filming every detail. Do guys really like it so much? Then again, as I pull off Reaper long enough to give him a couple of appreciative strokes with my hand and lick another excited drop off his tip, I suppose I get it. I love seeing their dicks when they're all hard and excited for me. Like right now.
Something much thicker than a finger is pressed against me, making me moan deep in my chest. Scrapper pushes himself into me with agonizing slowness, and I bet that looks hot on camera. When he's all the way in, his hard hips pressing into my ass, he withdraws just as slowly. I can feel myself cling to his thickness, coating him with my slick. Between the two of them, I'm losing myself in a haze of lust.
Mack lies down across the bed on his back so he can slide his head underneath my chest and take my breasts in his mouth. As Scrapper grips my hip with his free hand and speeds up, I'm rocked back and forth between them, and the movement intensifies the little tugs Mack is putting on my nipples with his teeth, adding to the meltdown that's building up between my legs. What is it about their cocks that make all three of them seem like a perfect fit?
They pass the phone around, capturing Scrapper sliding in and out of me, and then down to my swinging breasts, and then up to my glassy expression as I start to lose myself in all the sensations. Scrapper slips out, even though he hasn't finished. They roll me sideways until I'm straddling Mack and I sink down on him. I hope Reaper captures my expression when Mack fills me completely, and the sound captures my pleased moans as we start to rock together.
Scrapper presents himself to my mouth, and I take him in, sucking him like he's my favorite lollipop. “Fuck, that's nice. So fucking nice,” he moans. And then he pulls back and is replaced by Reaper. I've barely swirled my tongue around his tip a few times before they switch again. It’s fun for me, but it's got to be frustrating for them. Then again, the idea of them teased right up to the edge of coming, but never getting their release, at least until I'm good and ready, is hot in itself.
Reaper lies down next to Mack and points himself straight up. Scrapper and Mack lift me up and over to lower me right onto his cock, like I don't weigh a thing. I'm not even touching the bed when his length is sliding into me. And when they drop me the last inch or so, I brace my hands against the planes of his broad chest as he fills me completely. I roll my hips to feel every little bit of him inside me, and it’s so, so good.
Mack has the phone now, capturing me riding Reaper like a cowgirl. “Fuck, that's amazing,” he breathes as he moves around me, capturing us from every angle. I make sure to pop my ass out a little—for the camera.
The nightstand drawer rattles open, then shuts, before Scrapper comes up behind me. He draws a finger from the back of my neck, all the way down my spine to the top of my ass. It makes me shiver and clench around Reaper's hard cock. “Baby, do you want to try something new?”
“Maybe?” I grind my hips, unable to stop moving.
Something cool and slick lands right where his finger is touching me, before he chases it down as it slides thickly in between my cheeks. His fingertip stops right at my back hole and starts massaging around it, gently, but making it clear what he's thinking about. “Ever try it?”
I shake my head as I trap my lower lip with my teeth, squinting as I rotate my hips and explore the sensation. He's not inside, but his slick touch still fires off nerves that I didn't realize could feel so erotic. My mind flashes back to when Mack nudged at me last time. It’s not that I've never heard of it, or that I’ve never watched a scene or two with it on a lonely night, but it's never come up as an option. Not with anyone I'd trust, anyway. At least until now.