Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
He doesn’t hesitate before he thrusts in too, his girth so large I can barely handle it.
“You can take it, Pen,” Alistair says, his hands softly caressing my ass cheek. “I know you can.”
I’m a sucker for encouragement, and I practically float away the second he buries himself to the hilt.
“Good girl,” Alistair groans.
My lips form an o-shape as I struggle to keep it together.
“Don’t come yet, Pen,” Felix says, and he pulls my hair until my head tilts back and exposes my neck. Rain pitter-patters down onto my skin, and he licks up all the individual droplets like he’s thirsty for more. “Take all of us until you can barely hold it.”
“Fuck,” I rasp as they’re both buried deep inside me.
I can feel them throb right next to each other.
If this is what people mean by rearranging guts, I get it now because this is it, and I’m practically salivating for it.
“Please,” I mutter.
Felix bites his bottom lip as he stills inside me. “Please what, Penelope?”
“Please … I need it. More. Faster.”
“Your wish is my command.” Dylan steps behind Alistair and spits on his own dick before ripping down Alistair’s pants and thrusting into him as well.
And to say I’m fucking stunned would be an understatement.
They’re fucking on top of me.
“Oh fuck,” Alistair groans.
I don’t need to see to know what’s going on as I can feel Alistair bouncing against me while whimpering, and the sound is such a turn-on, I automatically begin to gyrate on Felix.
“Oh God, it’s too much,” I mutter.
“You can do it. Take his dick like a good girl, Pen,” Dylan commands me. “While I pound this fucker’s ass.”
I can’t believe Dylan can go again already, but at the same time, I shouldn’t be surprised. I knew these boys were sexual deviants. I just didn’t know how bad they were until it was too late to turn back. And now I’m here for the full ride, ready or not.
“Fuck, faster, Dylan,” Alistair groans as he plunges into me with equal fervor.
It’s like a game to them to see who can come harder.
“Fuck, I can feel your cum,” Alistair groans.
“Slather her with it,” Dylan replies.
Ali pulls out, only to coat my ass with their mixed juices before he pushes right back in.
Felix leans back on the stone and plants his hand underneath my belly button as though he’s feeling himself through me. But the pressure it adds feels so fucking good that I can feel myself coming undone.
“Oh God, I can’t hold it any longer,” I mutter.
“Hold. It,” Felix growls.
“The fuck I will,” Dylan retorts even though Felix wasn’t talking about him. “I’m gonna come in his ass too.”
I can feel Alistair being pushed up against me, pounded by Dylan as he fills him up to the brim. And Alistair explodes along with him, howling as though his soul has left his body, and I’m right there with him.
“Now,” Felix groans.
And I fall apart against them both, the wave of ecstasy between my legs too much as I collapse onto Felix, my mouth colliding with his.
And while Alistair pulls out, Felix buries himself deep inside me, coaxing out my last moan while he jets into me.
“Fuck!” Felix roars.
But the all-consuming, devouring kiss that follows … that’s what gets me the most.
It’s as if all the atoms in the universe have collided and split apart just for us.
A kiss so possessive and needy it sucks my very life essence out of me, and I don’t even care if it kills me.
“Who’s there?”
A loud voice makes me tear my lips away from Felix, and I look up at a bright, shining light not far in the distance.
“Oh fuck,” Dylan mutters as he tucks everything back into his pants and zips up. “The groundskeeper.”
Felix pushes me off him and zips up before grabbing my hand. “Run!”
“Hey! What the fuck are you doing?” the groundskeeper yells when he spots us.
We dash off through the trees, adrenaline coursing through my veins as all three boys are in pursuit. But instead of feeling like I’m being hunted, I’m haunted by the visceral look in their eyes.
And I realize they’re not the only ones obsessed.
DYLAN
“Come back here!” the groundskeeper yells, but we outrun him with ease as he chases us through the cemetery gates.
Every other second, I glance over at Penelope, whose face radiates with deviance, the same kind that floods my veins whenever we break the rules. Everything wrong feels so damn right, and I know she can feel it too.
Laughing, we escape the property as the groundskeeper stays behind, and we run all the way to the car parked out front. I open the passenger door, and Penelope, Ali, and I jump inside, squeezing into the back while Felix hops behind the wheel.
“Hold on tight,” he growls as he puts the gear into reverse, and the wheels begin to squeal.