Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
I gasped. So fucking close. Another finger inside me, that would do it. Not in my pussy, though.
My eyes flew open and I listened to the sound of the shower for a second. I’d never played with my ass before. Never. But now I wanted to.
I raised my hand to my lips and licked my fingers tentatively. Back between my legs then, and tried to press the tip inside. I yelped in pain. It wouldn’t fucking go in.
My fingers went to my mouth again and I really sucked at them. Really made them as wet as possible before letting my hand wander back between my legs.
A finger in my pussy. And, with all the force I could muster, another one in my ass.
My eyes widened at the sensation. I clamped my free hand over my mouth and stared at the ceiling, at the stars dancing before my eyes. I wasn’t even moving my fingers and it felt insane. Like nothing I’d ever felt before.
My fingers twitched involuntarily and I moaned against my own palm. Fuck. I wanted them. Stranger and King, just like that. Each in one hole. I needed it. I’d beg for it, if I had to.
I arched my back as I started to fuck myself. Slowly. But deeply.
It didn’t take long for my back to arch so painfully it felt like my body was barely touching the mattress. I moaned against my hand. Fuck, I needed this. My own fingers would never be enough, not now that the idea was firmly planted in my head.
I rode my fingers to an orgasm, as slowly and as quietly as I possibly could for fear of King hearing me. He still hadn’t fucked my ass. I doubted he ever would at that point.
I was so close, so painfully close. But I knew that if I kept going, I wouldn’t be able to keep it down, and he would hear. I resisted it for as long as I could.
And then it was too late. My finger curled up inside my pussy and the other one fucked my ass and I had to bite my palm to stop myself for screaming King’s name, begging him to come out of the shower. Except I couldn’t. It was too much.
I bit my own palm too hard and screamed in agony the moment I came. His name on my lips, two cocks fucking me in my mind.
“King, please!”
I heard the water turn off in seconds and I couldn’t fucking stop. There was no way I’d be able to stop myself before he came into the room. So I forced my eyes to open and stared at the doorway until his figure appeared in it, his hair dripping wet and his body glistening. I just gave him my most desperate look as I came, really quietly, barely making a sound.
He stared at me. My fingers working both of my holes, my mouth begging for him to take me.
“Pet,” he groaned, and his cock twitched at his own words. “Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?”
I kept playing and he came closer. My free hand was tangled in the sheets.
“Suck on your fingers,” he told me roughly. “I want all three of your holes filled. Right the fuck now.”
I did it, and it made me mewl against my knuckles because there wasn’t much else I could do.
“Come for me,” he ordered me. “Now, Pet.”
I did, and he watched, stroking his cock in painfully slow motions. My whole body shivered as he watched me, and I pulled out my fingers. It made me moan even louder.
“Good girl,” he grunted.
I rolled over to my stomach and hid my face in my hands as he lay down next to me. His body was wet next to mine. I wanted to lick the droplets of water off his skin.
His fingers stroked my back, down my spine. He tugged on my hair.
“Pet,” he muttered against my neck.
I prepared myself for a lecture, or questions I didn’t want to hear. But they never came. Instead, he tugged on my hair some more.
“What?” I finally asked. “What is it?”
“I think you need an upgrade,” he told me.
“What?”
I rolled to my side and he pulled me against him, grinning at me.
“You’re not really the same girl you were when I met you,” he told me. “I want… something different.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my dirty thoughts momentarily forgotten.
He grinned as he stared at me, toying with long strands of my hair.
My hand pulled on it self-consciously.
“My hair?” I asked him, and he nodded. “But I thought you liked my hair.”
“You like turning heads, don’t you?” he asked me and I nodded. “Good. That’s what I want you to do.”
“Do you like it?”
I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
“Do you?” I asked back, and Maria gave it another thoughtful look.