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)
“Not in the mood?” Derek says. He laughs and drops his napkin on his plate. “I think our girl is hungry,” Derek looks to Carter. “But I think she’s got an appetite for cock.”
Carter drops a hand to Derek’s thigh. “I can relate,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
Why am I not surprised that I’m not the only one that’s all keyed up and needs to get out some of this energy? I’ve got two sexy men that I need inside me. I can’t be expected to pay attention to dinner right now.
“Can you?” Derek says, and I see a flare of desire light up in his eyes. I see him roll back his shoulders so that his broad chest is just asking me to jump over the table and run my hands up and down those pecs.
Yeah, so not hungry for food right now.
I’m hungry for the cocks I know my men are packing. For what their mouths can do to me. For the salty delicious taste of their cum warming my belly. I want the feel of their cocks between my lips, and all I want to swallow is their cum.
I push my food around my plate and think those naughty thoughts, watching them out of the corner of my eye. I pick up my champagne flute, and at least let some bubbly’s chill warm its way down my belly. I take a few more bites of my food for the express purpose of giving the booze a place to soak into. I want to get a little tipsy, a lot naughty, and thoroughly fucked tonight.
If you had these two men ready to fuck you and each other? You’d totally understand, okay, because I’m just watching their most basic movements, watching them look at each other and look at me, and my pussy is soaking wet. My nipples are stabbing through the fabric of my dress. A low ache burns in my belly that tells me who gives a fuck about food?
“We had more romantic things in mind for the night but I can see that you want to skip ahead to getting fucked,” Derek says.
Carter’s eyes glint with mischief. “I don’t mind skipping ahead to the fucking one bit. I want to bury myself inside your delectable fucking body and fill you up with a gallon of cum. My cock hurts just thinking about how much I want to be inside you,” Carter says, his words speeding up and I watch him swallow. How life-affirming to know that the horniness really is a three-way street. Derek flags down the server, who is not getting the hint from the start.
Derek is a little frustrated but I can tell he’s gonna take it out on me. Like, in a healthy, aggressive fucking feels good sort of way. I am not in the mood ever to let assholes into my life. Haven’t we all been there way too much? I mean he’s channeling the frustration into some damn good sexual energy. I’m watching him and thinking about how that heat I can practically feel wafting off of his body is going to be directed at me later. Can’t imagine anything fucking hotter than that.
“Should I wrap these things up to go?” The server says, already walking off with the plates.
“This is why I said the private room was a nice touch,” Carter teases Derek.
They share a few dirty looks at each other.
“Sure, then we’d have less waiting. But I don’t exactly plan to tell this server the only thing we plan to eat later is Eliza here,” Derek says in response. The server has returned to retrieve Derek’s platinum card and his whole face goes white.
I hold back my laughter and give the poor server a smile. I don’t think that poor kid has ever even had someone touch his cock before. For a second I think about reaching over and stroking Derek’s cock, right here in the restaurant, just to terrify the poor boy even more.
Imagine if I stroke Derek’s cock, and then stroke Carter’s at the same time? If Carter helps me with Derek’s cock?
Okay, so torturing the poor server is not the activities that I have in mind for tonight, but they are enough of a distraction while the meal is paid for before we can leave.
We wait on the valet to deliver the limo and I’m thrilled to see the mischievous smiles on my men’s faces. They’re going to do something deliciously wicked tonight, and I am dying to experience it. I have no idea what erotic things are in store for me, but I suck in a breath when the valet delivers the limo because my mind is filling in more than a few blanks.
Derek and Carter both put their hands on the small of my back, their fingers entwining against me. The three of us together like this is utterly intoxicating. We all pile into the limo, me smashed between my men. I can’t imagine anything better.