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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When I start to play with his nipples, I could almost swear his bulge gets bigger. His head goes back, and he hisses out a breath. “Fuck.” Remembering what Brax told me, and confident that Erik won’t have any trouble telling me if something is too much, I don’t stop.

His breathing goes ragged as I tease him with my fingers, and then I suck his nipples too, but I go a step further than I did with Brax when inspiration strikes. Carefully, I close my teeth around one nipple.

Erik groans. “Hon, if you keep that up I’m gonna come in my pants, and besides it being embarrassing, I would really rather come in your hand.”

“Okay.” I lick my way down his chest to the top of his jeans, and then I get him unzipped and freed. Which is when I remember. “Oh, I forgot the lotion.”

But even as I turn, Brax is there, holding the tube out to me, along with the baby wipes. “Thanks.” I notice he’s back in his jeans, but he seems to be hard still … or again.

Turning back, I focus all my attention on Erik’s beast, which is just as impressive as Brax’s. I suddenly wish I could put my mouth on him, but I don’t feel ready for that. “Tell me what you like,” I say as I begin to stroke him.

“Just like that. Fuck, Ava.” He looks like he’s in pain, but I’m figuring out that an anguished expression doesn’t exactly mean stop under these circumstances.

Is it weird that I really like touching his beast? And Brax’s too, so I guess it’s how men in general must feel, their skin so silky soft, but their length so hard underneath it. I feel like I could play with Erik for hours.

He doesn’t agree. “Ava …” I realize my gaze has been fixed so intently below his waist that I haven’t spared a glance for his face in a while. When I look up, I’m startled.

His expression is closer to what I’d expect to see from Gray. Like there are all sorts of wicked things he’s thinking about doing to me. But my surprise only lasts a moment, and then my nipples start to get hard. My clit was already tingling from being pressed up against him before, and now my panties are getting wet again.

While I’m still caught by his gaze, he says, “Ava, honey, could you please speed up?”

I’ve been enjoying stroking him so much that I haven’t been focusing on trying to get him to finish. Feeling a flash of guilt, I go faster. “Like that?”

“More … not too tight … fuck, yes.”

It’s difficult to keep my arm going fast for too long, so I still vary my speed, but keep the slower movements to a minimum. Before too much longer, he finishes, and this time I’m prepared—at least until some of his fluid spatters on my cheek. I let out an “Oh!” of surprise and loosen my grip for a moment, then collect myself and keep going. Erik still covers my hand with his own until he’s completely drained, gripping himself just beneath the head.

There’s fluid all over my hand, too, but I don’t mind. Erik grabs the baby wipes and gently cleans off my cheek. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” And it is. I feel sort of ridiculously proud that I was able to do this for him.

He cups my face in his hand. “Thank you, Ava. That was amazing.”

I flush with pleasure and smile at him, then gather up the hand lotion and baby wipes and turn to find Gray. He’s over on the couch with Brax, who gets up to move as I approach. Musical masturbation chairs, I think, and stifle a giggle.

Gray gives me his fallen-angel smile. “Saving the best for last, I see.” Twin snorts sound from behind me. I press my lips together, trying not to laugh, but he can see my amusement and grins, not bothered at all.

As I straddle him, my mind flashes back to the rooftop club. I hope I can provide him with even a fraction of the pleasure he gave me there.

“Sweet Ava,” he says in a come-and-sin voice. “You make it hard not to touch you.”

I straighten up and point a finger at him. “Behave.”

“I’ll be good.” His eyes have a gleam that promises all kinds of mischief, but he’s keeping his hands to himself.

By the time I’ve given his arms and chest and abs and nipples the same treatment as the other two, his torso is rock-hard with tension. He lifts his hips when I undo his jeans, allowing me to slip them and his boxer briefs partway down his legs, giving me an even better view.

Like Erik and Brax, he’s long and thick and beautiful. I reach out a hand and wrap it around him.


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