Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Like what you see?” Derek asks me, forgetting all about his rivalry with Carter. Right now I'm more concerned with the desire making his cock throb at a steady rhythm.
“I do … at least as much as you,” I whisper back at him, narrowing my eyes as I hook my thumbs on the strap of my dress. Slowly and teasingly, I pull one strap at a time, allowing the front of my dress to droop over my breasts. Both men’s eyes fall on the outer edge of my La Pearla bra, and I notice the shape tenting their pants growing even more. Just as I like it.
Pushing my dress down to my waist, I then run my fingers up the side of my body and place the palm of my hands over my breasts. Slowly squeezing them, I look from Derek to Carter, feeling a whirlwind of deviousness rising inside of me.
“Two breasts … two daddies,” I whisper, enjoying the way their bodies seem to tense up with each word that comes out of my mouth. “Seems about right,” I continue, pulling down both cups of my bra and revealing my hard rosy tips.
Raising my hands, I reach for them and tangle my fingers in their hair; I pull them toward me and they come willingly, parting their lips as their mouths descend upon my nipples. I throw my head back and grin as they wrap their lips around my hard tips, eagerly sucking as their tongues run in soft seductive circles. I let out a subdued moan as I run my fingers through their hair, enjoying the moment and knowing that we’re just getting started.
I might be what some would call an experienced woman, but I’ve never been with two men such as Derek and Carter at the same time … and, in a way, I never thought that something like this would be possible. Something like this holds a promise of so much pleasure that it just becomes unbelievable.
My skin prickles as I feel Carter’s hands going to my back, his fingers looking for the clasp on my bra; finding it, he unhooks it with a quick flick from his fingers and then pulls the bra off my breasts. Taking his mouth from my nipple, he looks me in the eyes and then leans toward me, crushing his hungry mouth against mine; he reaches for my breast at the same time, resting his fingers over their rising curve and softly squeezing it.
“Feels good to share, doesn’t it?” I tease as our mouths break apart, and his only response is an anxious smile.
“If you want to be shared…” he finally breathes out, “that’s what I’m going to do. No—that’s what we are going to do.”
“Thing is…” Derek cuts in, straightening up and offering me one of his delicious grins. “Can you handle both of us?”
“What do you think?” I whisper while, at the same time, I move fast and take my hand to his cock. Curling my fingers around its thick shape, I give it a hard squeeze and smile as an expression of both pain and pleasure washes over Derek’s face.
Letting go of his cock, I slide my fingers up to his belt and, with a flick of my wrist, I unbuckle it. I pull it out from its loop with a fast movement, and then just let it fall from my fingers. Turning toward Carter, I do the same, pulling his belt and popping out the top button on his pants. Keeping my movements fluid, I take both my hands to their crotches and pull the zippers down, a shiver going up my spine as their gigantic cocks push through their boxer briefs against my knuckles.
“The real question, Derek,” I say, turning my eyes toward Derek, “is whether the two of you can handle me.” With that, I hook my fingers on the hem of their boxer briefs and tug them down harshly, sending both boxers and pants flying down to their knees. Their cocks spring free at the same time, slapping the back of my hands; biting down on my lower lip, I bring my hands back to my breasts and squeeze them, a moan blossoming on my lips. I look at them hungrily, watching as they kick off their shoes and step out of their clothes, their naked bodies like a monument to manhood. If only all men were like them…
Ropes of muscles move under their skin, and their abs are so perfect that not even a 20-something-year-old gym rat would be able to compete. I gotta wonder, how do they find the time to chisel their bodies to such perfection? Of course, I have to mention their cocks as well … each one of them have 12-inches of pure delight, the blue veins drawn on their shafts calling to me.