Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I’ve learned that I love every single thing about our dirty games. Cain and Lars own my pussy, ass, and mouth. But most of all, they own my heart.
Lars brings the carrot to my mouth and I open wide without him asking. He smiles as I take a bite. “God, you’re so fucking hot. I’m gonna be on that stage with a raging boner, baby. Should we lube up Cain’s ass so I can give him a fresh load? I can do it before the encore so he can drip it into your mouth. I like the idea of my cum in your mouth during the encore.”
I narrow my eyes at Lars. All the filthy talk is designed to keep me horny and on edge. Recently, the guys discovered that if they made me horny and didn’t allow me to come, I went so insane with the need for an orgasm, I’d do whatever they wanted.
Lars laughs. “Maybe we’ll keep you horny until the next show.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I snap, on the verge of sexually frustrated tears.
“Is that a challenge, Billie Goat?” Lars asks.
I’m about to answer when my pussy and ass are invaded by something slender. I usually like something thicker when I’m double penetrated, but I’m so horny and pathetic that I’ll take whatever they give me.
“I’d like to see you fuck yourself with a dildo at a Michelin star restaurant. Watching you behave like a whore in a fancy place does it for me,” Cain says.
I back into the objects, desperate for any sensation that might allow me to come. “Please let me come.”
“That’s it, Tinkerbell. Beg like the pathetic whore you are. Do a good enough job and maybe we’ll let you come.”
Cain enjoys hearing me talk dirty. The filthier the better. Our role play is always intense, and the fouler my words, the more feral he becomes. If he wants to be an insufferable tease, two can play at that game.
“Please, Daddy. Fuck your baby girl. My pussy is desperate. I’ll do whatever you want. You can take me onto that stage and watch while all your fans cum in me. I’ll stand in front of your groupies and let them shame me by calling me a pathetic whore. I’ll push all the cum they pump into me in a dog bowl and lick it clean to make you happy. Please Daddy, I’m so desperate.”
I turn my head to see what Cain has put in my holes.
He stands there, smirking as he holds the ends of his drumsticks. “Such a beautiful slut, aren’t you, Billie?” A frustrated moan escapes my lips when Cain pulls out the drumsticks and slaps my ass. “Gotta go to work. Be a good girl, and we’ll take care of you after the show.”
Lars tosses me my Gutless Void T-shirt as I shove my legs into my black leggings. “You’re both insufferable assholes, you know that?”
Lars wraps his arms around me and kisses my lips. “But you love us.”
I smile despite my desire to pout. “I do. Very much.”
The guys put on their infamous gas masks before taking my hand and heading backstage. A stagehand runs up to Lars and hands him a microphone as Cain, Marley, and Iggy walk on stage to their meticulously placed instruments.
“You all should consider yourselves lucky,” Lars announces, gazing at me lovingly. “Cain and I were with our muse, and you know how hard it is to drag us away from our love.”
The crowd goes wild and ‘awe’s’ echo around the amphitheater. Lars winks at me as he sings, and my body ignites in a shiver. That man, my man, has the voice of heaven wrapped in hell. Bliss and brimstone.
“What the fuck?” Kaye whispers beside me.
“Oh, hey, Kaye,” I yell over the music.
Her gaze is riveted to the stage. I turn to see Lars’ head pressed against Cain’s as he belts out the song.
Sugar.
I turn beet red as he sings the lyrics.
“Licking up sin wrapped in heaven. Nothing’s as sweet, not even sugar.” Lars drags his tongue over Cain’s mask and the crowd loses their minds. Girls clamor to get onto the stage while security holds them back.
My cheeks burn. The keyboard kicks in and Cain grips his drumsticks. Lars gets on his knees while Cain stands over him, sucking the ends of the drumsticks that were inside me minutes ago.
“Oh, God. They’re gonna make these women feral tonight,” Kaye says. “How do you deal with this?”
I shrug. “We belong to each other.”
I smile at my men. Crazy, funny, broken, strong, talented, lovable.
And all mine.