Sinful Beasts – Sin City Beasts Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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I get the button undone and start to draw down the zipper. “Gently,” he growls, his voice gone to gravel, so I move it slowly, trying to keep it away from the beast in his pants.

At last, it’s all the way down, and I can see the tip of his … member … protruding beyond the elastic band of his underwear. Carefully, I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull the fabric down as far as I can, freeing him.

And then I just have to stare for a moment, as I finally see my first erection. His penis is so big; it wasn’t my imagination at all. It’s throbbing, pulsing with a steady rhythm, and I’m fascinated, not least by the white liquid gathered in his slit.

But I need to touch.

I reach out a hand, tentatively, and wrap it around him. But I have no idea what to do next. I look at Brax, hoping for some pointers.

“Can I move my hands?” he asks.

“Oh! Yes, please.”

One big hand wraps around mine, and he starts to move our grip slowly up and down. “Like that. You want to experiment with how firmly you grip and how fast you move, find out what the guy likes.”

Before I can ask him what he likes, Erik interrupts. “Do you have any hand lotion?”

I’m confused, but I answer, “Um, in my purse.”

Moments later, he sets the tube next to me. “It helps to have some lubrication.”

Brax moves his hand away, and while I fumble with the lotion, I mumble to myself, “I need to buy lube.”

His beast jerks.

I stare at it, then at him. “Did I do that?”

“You sure did.”

“Wow.” Another lame comment. Pushing my embarrassment aside, I put my hand back on him and imitate the motion he showed me. “Like that?”

“That’s good. You can grip it tighter.”

I would never, in a million years, have guessed that doing this could be described as fun. But it is. As Brax coaches me along, I run my hand up and down his length, then up over the head, going faster, then slower, paying attention to where he seems most sensitive, and the sounds he makes. I end up alternating long, slow strokes up and down his length with shorter, faster ones around and over the tip.

I don’t know, of course, how long it normally takes for a man to climax under these circumstances, but it doesn’t seem to take that long before his ab muscles tense and his back bows. Despite understanding the basics of human reproduction, I’m still not prepared for the volume of fluid that comes out of Brax’s penis in thick white streams. I stop in shock, staring, and he has to take over, closing his hand over mine again, working himself until he’s empty.

Erik has found a packet of baby wipes that I keep in the bathroom and sets them by us. I get a few out, not looking at Brax. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes.” I take a quick glance at him. “Are you?”

“I’m great.”

I can see, though, that he’s focused on me, not himself, so I hurry out my apology before he can speak. “I’m sorry I messed it up.”

“Ava, you did great. Seriously. Thank you.”

Well, he did come—a lot, from the looks of it—so I must not have failed completely. “Should I, um …” I gesture to where he’s still partially hard, not sure of the protocol. Am I supposed to fit him back into his clothes?

But Brax smiles at me. “No, darlin’, I’m all right.”

“Okay.” I get up and move toward Erik, both shyer and more curious. Despite everything we’ve done together up to this point, this feels like it will fundamentally change our relationship. He’s on one chair, Gray on the other, and Gray gets up as I approach, leaving his seat for me. I can’t help but notice that there’s a hard bulge outlined against his jeans.

Was watching me do that to Brax a turn-on, the way Brax and Erik liked watching me ride Gray’s leg?

I wonder, but I don’t ask. Before I sit, Erik gestures me toward his lap and into his open arms. I straddle him, both of my legs hanging down outside his, which puts other parts of us very close together, closer than I was with Brax.

AVA

Still, I’m not expecting Erik to put his hands on my bottom and shift me forward until I’m pressed against his bulge. “Okay?” he asks when I give him wide eyes. I nod, though I am certainly distracted.

He puts his hands behind him, preemptively obedient. No more touching.

Unlike Gray and Brax, he doesn’t have tattoos, so I focus on his smooth skin and his muscles, but I give him the same treatment as Brax, touching and kissing his chest all over. It feels so different from when I was touching Brax, and I know it’s because Erik and I have known each other for so long. It adds a whole other layer of intimacy to what we’re doing.


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