Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I bring the blade in my left hand up between Harper’s tits and press the tip into her supple flesh. A trickle of red trails slowly down her abdomen and into Rayne’s mouth. I watch as my little raindrop savors the flavor. And my cock throbs at the sight.
“My pretty girls,” I whisper as I flick my gaze between the women who have captured me like no others ever have. “Are you going to come?” I murmur along Harper’s cheek, and she nods her head, biting her bottom lip as she moves her hips. “Make her come, little raindrop,” I order Rayne, whose pretty gemstones are sparkling up at me. And obeying my command, she focuses all her efforts on triggering Harper’s release.
I move faster, pulling out then slamming back into Rayne’s tight cunt. With every thrust of my hips, the more she whimpers against the wet pussy undulating on her tongue and the louder Harper moans.
I’m close. My body is tense, as I try to hold off, waiting until my girls have fallen over the edge. Harper is trembling as she leans back against me. I reach down and tease Rayne’s clit, and she cries out. Her fingers are now fucking deep into Harper, and when I slam into Rayne’s cunt and send her spiraling, Harper shouts out her own release as her body shudders.
I can’t hold on any longer, and I thrust one last time, deep inside Rayne, as her walls pulse around my cock. My spine tingles as my euphoria shoots through me, and I lose myself in the sensation.
The scent in the room is of pure, carnal bliss.
When we finally find the strength to move, there is a languid, relaxed air about the girls. They’re beautiful like this. Instead of thinking about our next job, they are lost in the reverie of the moment. I’d rather they didn’t think about the darkness and violence that awaits us.
I help my girls to their feet, and we make our way to the bathroom. With a kiss for each of them, I wait until they step into the shower before joining them. I’m not sure why, but it’s become second nature for us to spend this time, after a scene or even just sex, in silence. I find it calming.
I’m constantly thinking, planning, or plotting, but in these few quiet moments, I find I can relax and be my true self. I’m not the son of a dead monster, but a man who’s falling in love with two amazing women.
“May I?” Rayne asks as she lathers up the loofah, and I nod.
She’s got a submissive nature that I don’t want to change. She seems to enjoy looking after me. There’s happiness in her expression, so I allow her to massage my body with her delicate hands and the bright pink loofah she bought a few days ago.
I rinse off, leaving the girls to have their shower, and wrap a towel around my waist before heading back into the bedroom. I know they’ll be in there for a while, so I settle on the bed and close my eyes.
We’ve become a trio so easily, moving around each other without ever being in each other’s way. I was convinced I would never be able to cope with someone living in my personal space. But now I have two gorgeous girls who I’d miss if they weren’t here.
When they join me in the bedroom, they’re both in bathrobes with their hair coiled up in towels. They have smiles on their faces, and it sets my mind at ease.
“Are you both okay?” I ask as they nestle themselves on either side of me, making me feel like a king.
“Yeah,” Rayne whispers sleepily as she rests her head on my chest.
Harper nods. “I’m tired,” she confesses with a shy smile.
It’s late, and I hope we can get some rest. We have a busy few days ahead of us, and we need the sleep.
“I’ll wake you both in the morning,” I tell them.
Rayne flicks off the bedside light, and we’re immediately bathed in darkness. Both girls curl up on either side of me, and soon enough, I hear their breaths even out and become shallower.
Sleep has never come easily to me. The monsters were never under my bed, or in my imagination, they were real and very much alive in my home. It’s why I could never allow myself to relax fully. Back then, it didn’t matter if my eyes were open or closed. Either way, I could never hide from the darkness.
I stare up at the ceiling and wonder what will happen once we find Rayne’s mother. My little raindrop needs to get closure, and the only way that can happen is when her mother takes her final breath.
I’ve always known the day would come when we’d be confronted with the woman who sold her young children. She has done more than enough to warrant her death, but I’m not sure if Rayne will be able to strike the fatal blow.