Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
I ease back, relaxing fully onto Stefan’s dick. His hands grip my ass, tight. “She’s so fucking slick, so fucking tight,” Stefan says to his friend.
Hayes growls, then slaps his cock against my mouth again. “Suck me off, baby,” he says, and his voice breaks, his control fraying.
Nodding intently, needing him desperately, I circle my fingers around the base, then draw Hayes’s dick into my mouth. His right hand is spread through my hair; the other is parked on his hip. As Stefan finds a tempo, a steady drumbeat of pleasure, I turn my eyes to the window, shuddering as I watch our reflection.
Stefan is on his knees behind me. He thrusts deep, then pulls back. Hayes stands in front of me, feeding me his cock.
But the best part? We aren’t truly alone. Anyone could see these three people fuck.
“Bet someone is watching us. You like that, don’t you, pretty girl?” Hayes growls, as if reading my mind.
I whimper around his shaft as I push my hips back, fucking down on Stefan’s cock, shamelessly searching for another high of my own.
“Makes you greedy, doesn’t it?” Hayes taunts. “Makes you want to come all over my friend’s dick.”
My brain fries. I’m a live wire, crackling everywhere. I have to speak. I drop Hayes from my mouth and hold myself up with my trembling arms. “I want everyone to see us,” I say to him, the words rushing out in a confession before I pull his dick back between my lips.
“You fucking love the risk,” Hayes says. And I really do. I love the thrill, the risk, the ride. I love the attention, the praise, the filth. I love that I can barely handle all this pleasure, and that I want to drown in it too.
I love the intensity of this night.
It’s an overload of sensations, the raw power of Stefan’s thrusts as he fucks me mercilessly, the challenge of taking Hayes to the back of my throat, the swinging of my tits. The electrical charges running roughshod over my body.
I love it all. I need it all. I crave it.
“Anyone can see how dirty you are, Ivy.” Hayes grunts as he fucks my mouth.
“Anyone can see how well you take me,” Stefan adds with a deep thrust.
One man is fucking me, but they’re both making me ride to the edge.
I cry out, letting Hayes fall from my mouth.
“That’s right. Give us another one,” Stefan orders and that feels true—I’m giving my orgasm to them. I shove one of my hands between my thighs, my search for pleasure reaching a crescendo. But it’s the noise Stefan makes that trips all my wires. An incoherent grunt, followed by a strangled yes.
My vision turns blurry, but Stefan holds on tight, pistoning his hips to his own release. “Fuck, yes,” he grunts, losing all control, too, as he comes with me.
One final demanding thrust, then a long, low grunt, and he stills inside my pussy. We’re both panting, gasping for air.
It takes me a beat before I realize Hayes is taking care of himself. He’s in front of me, stroking his own cock.
Before I can say a word, Stefan smacks my ass as he pulls out. “You’ve got to feel her, Hayes. She feels so fucking good. You need to come inside our girl.”
What? Wait. They’re both going to fuck me? I didn’t think we’d execute this kind of tag teaming tonight, but the second Stefan mentions it, I’m sure I really have won the sex lottery.
Hayes tucks a finger under my chin, makes me look up to meet his eyes. “You gonna let your husband fuck you too?”
I vibrate with desire. “Well, it is our wedding night.”
In one swift move, he grabs my hips, flips me over, and pulls me off the bed. Then he bends me over it while Stefan flings him a condom.
In seconds, Hayes covers himself, then sinks inside me, slamming me back on his cock while Stefan heads to the bathroom.
But Stefan doesn’t take long disposing of the condom. As Hayes presses a rough hand to my back, Stefan returns to the bed, flops down on the pillows, and parks his hands behind his head.
“Yes. I do enjoy a good show in Las Vegas,” he says, then inhales deeply, smiling as he watches Hayes fuck me senseless.
Tonight will be my fodder for self-care for the rest of my days as Hayes drives into me harder, deeper, rougher, fucking me till he’s grabbing my hair and then shuddering, groaning out my name.
I’m spent, thoroughly used, and I know I’ve experienced something I desperately want again—but can’t have.
Fifteen minutes later, after I shower, I do want room service. But I have the ramen, so I eat it, sharing it with my two lovers on the couch.
When we finish, I’m not sure what will happen next. If we all go our separate ways to our separate rooms. But I’m sure of this: I don’t want to be alone after the most intense and vulnerable night of my sex life.