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)
“OH GOD,” I continue screaming, the muscles in my throat complaining from the effort. Even though my throat becomes sore, I keep on screaming, endless waves of pleasure crashing against my body.
I keep on rocking my body back against Carter, slamming myself into his cock over and over again; at the same time, I grab Derek’s cock and start stroking him as fast as I can.
I’ve just crossed the finish line, and now I want them to follow after me. Luckily, I know exactly how to make that happen for any men.
Gritting my teeth, I let my body start working up a frenzy: the movement of my hand becomes a blur, and I’m slamming my ass back against Carter’s hip and the sound of it drowns out everything else. I do it fast and I do it hard, no mercy to the way I move.
Derek is the first to give in.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna --” he trails off as his cock starts throbbing against my fingers, and I react as fast as I can. I open my mouth just in time, a thick rope of cum jumping up from the tip of his cock and landing straight on my tongue, the raw saltiness of his seed making my head spin. I keep on stroking him as he comes, and he fills my mouth up to the brim in a matter of two seconds; after that, he shoots the rest of his load all over my face, coating my skin in a thick layer of gooey white.
I don’t even have the time to enjoy the way Derek has covered me with his cum. A fraction of a second after that, Carter’s cock starts to pulse hard inside my pussy, and then I feel his warm fluids filling up my pussy. He does it quickly, his semen dripping down my thighs, and then he just pulls out and starts shooting his load all over my back.
I close my eyes as I feel Carter’s semen landing on my naked body, and I don’t even dare to move as he gives me all that he has.
By the time both men are finished, it seems that every single inch of my body is covered in a thick layer of cum. Rolling around on the floor, I simply collapse with my limbs sprawled to the side, once more trying to catch my breath. I swallow all the cum inside my mouth, letting its saltiness burn down my throat, and then take a deep breath. God, even my lungs feel as if they’re on fire.
Not giving me a minute of rest, Derek kneels by Carter’s side and, moving in perfect harmony, both men spread my legs wide and then lean in. “Is this really happening…?” I whisper in a moan, trembling slightly as I feel both of their tongues on my drenched pussy. They lick me for what seems like an eternity, and only then do they stop to offer me a reply.
“Yeah, this is happening,” Carter says, and I look at him and smile, watching as his lips glisten from the cum hanging there.
“It definitely is,” Derek agrees, reaching for my breasts with his hands and squeezing them. Then, flattening the palm of his hands over my chest, he starts smearing their cum all over me, painting me with his fingertips.
Finally succumbing to exhaustion, they lie down by my side. I look from one to the other, a silly and dazed smile adorning my lips, and then just crush my mouth against Carter’s. I close my eyes as I kiss him, our tongues dancing in a blanket made of Derek’s cum. Then I turn toward Derek and do the same, the taste of both men blending into something so perfect it just aches to think of it.
“See…? I was right,” I say with a chuckle, throwing my head back.
“About what?”
“You’re mine … through and through,” I tell them and, in my heart, I know that there’s no truth more delicious than this one.
Do you know what’s better than having a daddy with a 12-inch cock?
Yeah, that’s right: having two of them.
Ah, God, this is perfection.
Chapter Eighteen
Good Day, USA
Hello and welcome to Good Day USA. I’m your host, Victoria Steele Haynes.
Liz:
And I’m your co-host, Liz James.
Victoria:
We’re starting off our show today with Operation Eliza Watch.
Liz:
That’s right folks. For weeks now the media has speculated endlessly and written article after article wondering what was going on with Eliza Seymour once she returned back to New York City after living in Paris for so long. We think we have some sort of clue now as to what this young heiress is thinking.
Victoria:
That’s right. We’ve tried everything to figure out what the deal was with the close-mouthed heiress. Why was she being so coy about who she was doing and where she was going. Well, after weeks of searching, we believe at Good Day USA, we know the answer.