Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
My ass can’t hold all of Derek’s sticky cum as he keeps thrusting, and I can feel it drip down to mix with Spencer’s cum running down my legs.
Xane’s tastes hot and sweet; I try to gulp down as much as I can, but it leaks out my mouth and splashes on my heaving breasts.
Killian’s cum splatters across my body, crossing the lines from the whip on my chest mixing with the cum dripping from my chin.
For one long moment, time has completely stopped. The only noise in the room is our combined ragged breathing and the thumping rhythm of our beating hearts.
Xane is the first to finally move. He slowly pulls his softening cock from my mouth. I swirl the tip of his cock with my tongue one more time, trying desperately to catch the last sweet drops of his cum.
Derek pulls me to his chest and holds me tight, while he and Spencer slip out from inside me.
“You make quite the beautiful mess, Angel,” Killian says, softer than I think he would like.
I look down at my cum-soaked skin. I run a hand up my thigh—catching Derek and Spencer’s cum mixed with my own—and across my chest—scooping up hot globs of Killian’s. Finally, I run two fingers across my chin for the last drops of Xane’s cum to complete the concoction.
I’m still completely covered, but in my hand is a tempting glob of all of us together. I open my mouth and swallow the whole lot.
They smile at me in a mixture of affection and pride.
Who knew vacations could be this good?
Chapter 30
Julia
This is what life’s supposed to be: great sex, great men, great food…this is heaven.
I lie back on a plush lounge chair, staring up at the deep blue sky, reveling in my post-orgasm bliss.
The sun beats down on me with its pleasant warmth, and the ocean spray leaves the perfectly salty tingle in the air. The waves lapping against the side of the boat is the perfect soundtrack to the relaxing environment.
I don’t know if I ever want to leave this.
These men are fucking incredible. I don’t quite understand how they’ve put together a life like this, but their risks along the way have obviously paid off.
I guess my last question is—can I really fit into all of this?
I sit up and take a look around me. They’re each lounging just like I am, reveling in the peace and satisfaction we all share.
“Well, I need a shower before all this dries on me too much,” I say, bringing a laugh from all of us. They each give me a kiss and a smack on my ass as I walk by to go below deck.
Even the shower is fantastic on this boat. Massaging jet sprays line all the walls, hitting my body from every angle, while soft mist pours out from above me in a gentle mix of rain and fog. Like everything about these guys, it’s absolutely luxurious.
As I finish cleaning myself up, I start to hear a strange, intermittent buzzing noise. I can’t quite place the location, so I shrug it off as a part of the ship. Once I reach my room, however, the buzzing gets stronger and more incessant.
Did they plant a vibrator in my room as a joke or something? I wonder to myself.
I shrug it off for the moment. I’m pretty spent, and I can find it dressed just as easily as I can naked. The buzzing finally fades away as I pull a comfortable evening shirt over my head, and I can finally think a little better.
There’s something familiar about it, but the memory just seems so very distant now. It’s hard to even think about much that happened before this mind-blowing vacation.
Suddenly, the buzzing starts up again, and I immediately recognize it.
“My phone!” I yell.
I dash over to the closet of clothes they have for me, throwing things here and there in a mad dig to find it. Buzzing must mean we have signal, and a buzz must mean something important…
My company! There must be something going wrong if they’re calling me!
I finally find it and fumble with the screen. It’s a call from my assistant. Three percent battery.
Just enough to answer this call at least.
As I slide to answer the call, I notice the voicemail and text notifications as well. I take a moment to slide the top of the screen down, just to get a quick peek.
Seventeen voicemails and forty-six text messages.
What the fuck? The whole building must be on fire. My company must be dying.
I scramble to answer the call.
“H-hello?!” I scream into it before I even have it up to my face.
“Oh shit, Julia!” my assistant says.
“Yes! What’s wrong, what’s going on? What’s the status on everything? Tell me as much as you can!”
“I really didn’t expect you to answer since you were on vacation! How’s everything going? Hope you’re finally having a great time!” she says.