Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Micah didn’t waste any time. He sank his fingers into her hair, holding the back of her head as the other hand went to her waist. He groaned her name and she melted against him, wanting more, hungry for him. desperate.
He pressed her back against the wall. The hand at her waist went to her thigh, lifting it up and over his hip. His cock was next to her pussy, rubbing against her.
She cried out at the sheer feel of him. Even through their clothing, he was rock-hard. Micah bit her lip and he pulled back to watch her.
They moved together. The way he pressed against her slit had her crying out. An explosion of pleasure filled her pussy. Closing her eyes, she arched up, thrusting against him.
Micah gripped her ass tightly and captured her lips once again.
She was so close to release. So fucking close. She could feel it. Just a few more rubs, but the sound of a cell phone broke through the pleasure, bringing her back down to earth and she tensed up. Micah cursed.
“I’ve got to take this.”
She licked her lips and nodded. Words were far from her mind right now. Instead, she forced a smile to her lips, hoping she could gain some control of her sanity. When it came to these men, she was slowly losing her mind.
Micah groaned, kissing her hard, and then he pulled away, growling out his frustration. She watched him leave, closing her eyes.
No, she really shouldn’t. She kept trying to tell herself the three bullies didn’t deserve her time.
Micah had left her here all hot and bothered. No one was around. No one would know. Sliding her hand beneath her dress, she moved her panties out of the way and started to finish what he started.
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Moans drew his attention.
Eric followed the sound. He’d already seen Micah step back inside the house from the patio, but he’d left the door wide open.
Stepping through the door, he came to a stop at the sight before him. Daphne, hand beneath her skirt, pressed against the wall. She moaned again and quickly sank her teeth into her bottom lip, almost trying to contain her cries.
His cock hadn’t been alert but now, watching her… So fucking beautiful.
He wanted to be that hand.
Stepping out onto the patio, he lowered himself down into a chair, which squeaked.
Daphne gasped and stopped touching herself.
“Don’t stop for me.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see what the noise was,” he said, easing back as he watched her.
“I should go.”
“Stay,” he said.
There was confusion in her eyes, the slight frown of her brow. Out of all of them, she didn’t trust him. He accepted that. He had to prove to her he didn’t have an ulterior motive. After opening his jeans and lowering his boxer briefs, he wrapped his fingers around his length, easing himself out.
He was rock-hard just from watching her. “You see this? This is what you do to me. Watching you just now, this is what happened. I can’t get enough of you.” The tip was already slick with pre-cum. Rubbing it into his palm, he worked it down his length and groaned.
Up and down, he massaged his cock, moaning and feeling an answering beat in his balls.
“Touch yourself, Daphne. Let me watch you.”
She nibbled on her lip, looking at him.
He took his time, his movements slow. She licked her bottom lip, and then she went back between her thighs.
“Wait,” he said, getting to his feet. He moved one of the chairs, pushing it so that it was opposite her. He went toward her, lowering himself. Then he reached beneath her dress, and took hold of her panties, and slipped them off her.
He stepped back and sat again. He gripped his cock as Daphne lowered herself into the chair.
“Spread your legs open.”
She leaned back, and he watched her nerves as she spread her legs open.
“Do it on either side of the chair, open yourself to me. Let me watch. Lift up your dress.”
She took a deep breath, getting herself settled into the chair, using the arms to spread herself open. She lifted the dress and he groaned.
He didn’t mind her silence.
“Touch yourself.”
One day soon, she’d give him a whole lot of noise. He was going to have her screaming for more, begging for his cock. Until then, he was more than happy to just watch her fight herself.
Patience was what he needed. He’d never been known for being patient, but with Daphne, he was more than willing to take a chance. His friends were not going to win her from him. He was going to fight for her. To keep her as his.
She put her hand back between her thighs, one finger stroking over her clit. Her eyes closed for a few seconds before opening back up, to watch him.