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 no.”
“Shh, we gotcha,” Derek says. His breath smells of after-dinner alcohol, something we barely had time to indulge in but still adds that delicious warmth that tingles from my nostrils to the tips of my nipples. He holds my face now as Carter slips a finger into my panties and feels around.
“Oh…”
“Yeah, get her nice and open or my fat cock won’t fit in her,” Derek says with an air of humor to his voice.
“I want her ass, you get her pussy,” Carter claims his territory. “I’ll get her ready for you though.”
Derek was staring at Carter now. It was that look that meant he was going to kiss him. That look guys get when their eyes harden, and something else, and they will intrude and splatter your heart everywhere. I’m glad that I know my men and I, we’re all in love and we’re going to be this perfect triad. The only thing we get splattered around him is all the cum that those huge cocks will offer me.
I watch Derek and Carter kiss passionately as Carter fingers me. My feet slide around as he does it a bit harder, adding another finger.
“How is she?” Derek asks.
Carter stops the kiss in order to stick his fingers in Derek’s mouth and let him taste me.
Carter kisses me then, and I taste myself. Tonight I know we’re going to share everything. That’s the erotic way we play and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The light of the hotel marquee brightens a small portion of the dark sky. The limo pulls right up to the entrance and we get out. I feel a bit of a mess – with my panties wadded between my legs from being toyed with. The boys have placed their toys back in their pants for the moment, and we walk into the hotel like we weren’t pawing each other before and like we aren’t about to have an all-night fuckfest that includes painting each other in cum. A nice champagne buzz keeps me giggling every so often, but I try to maintain a modicum of my decorum.
We have the honeymoon suite. It’s obnoxiously luxurious. There’s more champagne for us, a huge flat screen TV and a hot tub.
Oh the hot tub. I stare at the bubbles in it before I start to walk over to it when Derek grabs me – hard – and pulls me back and wraps his arm tight around my chest. It’s squeezing me so much it might as well be a snake. Carter gets in front of me. They have their cocks back out and are holding them like weapons.
I turn to look at Derek and we start kissing. The kiss is so hot and threatens intense sex soon. Carter and Derek kiss passionately, their tongues lapping over each other’s and they sway together sensually. If you’ve ever seen two alpha men go after each other’s mouths, then you know that just the sight can make your clit twitch. Source: mine is playing a little melody right now.
“Since you didn’t eat your dinner, we’re going to feed you something else,” Carter says. I can feel Derek’s big cock bobbing against my ass, searching for that tiny hole of an entrance.
“Oh no…what?” I say with a shiver. I like playing like this. There’s something so comforting and safe in being able to play without fear and know that your partner – and for me, partners – truly love you.
Derek moves his finger over my lips. “Look at her little mouth.”
“Little pussy too – so many little holes to enlarge. We have a lot of work ahead of us,” Carter says.
“Oh god…” I sigh.
“Open that little mouth girl,” Derek says. I am wet – I can’t believe he’s talking to me like this; it’s everything I’ve wanted.
“Get on your knees,” Carter tells me. They are rough with me, grabbing me and then pushing me down to the floor.
I am owned. I get on my knees between them and they mention something tying me up.
“We don’t need to restrain her to control Eliza, but you’ll look so incredibly hot powerless between us,” Derek says.
They take their shirts off and show their incredible abs. They are ripped. They are gorgeous, they should be models but they don’t need the money.
I stare up at them as Derek lifts my shirt off and starts playing with my hair, pulling on it to bring my face closer to his opened trousers where his cock and balls blossom out of his boxers.
“Do me first,” he says. He pulls on my hair tight until I have him in my mouth, halfway in, and then he loosens his grip somewhere. “Lick the tip,” he says. Derek tastes good. I want more than the tip, but I listen because I want to be a good little girl.