Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
His hand stops mine. “That’s my job, babe. You know better.”
“I don’t know if I can last…”
“You don’t need to last long. I’m getting close…that damn shirt…”
John continues his thrusts, slamming me against the wall with each one. We kiss and moan in unison until he quickly announces his climax.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Cum in me. I want to feel your seed in my ass.”
“Fuck, Mark. I’m cumming!”
John buries himself in me as his cum seeps into my hole. We’re both panting with each spurt of cum. I nearly collapse, but John holds me up. When his balls are empty, he pulls his softened cock from inside me.
I turn around to face him. “That was amazing.”
“I agree. But you know what will be even better?”
“When Mari joins us?”
John grins. “That’s exactly what I was thinking. Imagine you fucking her tight pussy while I take your ass…”
My cock twitches. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep talking like that.”
“I’m going to make you cum, but not with words.”
John kneels in front of me and takes my hard cock between his lips. My fingers scratch at his head, begging him to take me deeper. No one gives head better than John. He can take me all the way down his throat.
“Fuck…yeah, baby. That’s it. Swallow my cock.”
His eyes meet mine as he bobs up and down on my thick member. Seeing the passion there is enough to send me over the edge. I slam his head down and empty my seed down his throat.
John swallows every drop. Then he gets up off the shower floor and kisses me. I can taste my salty sweetness on his lips.
“That was incredible,” I moan as we kiss. “I can’t wait until we get to do this with Mari. She’ll make it even better.”
“I agree. Soon, my darling. We’ll have our third soon.”
His words settle between us as we actually utilize the shower for what it’s for. We start to get carried away again until someone enters the locker room, cutting our love fest short. I’m okay with that, though. We both got our much-needed release. And like John said, soon we’ll get to have a woman again. That thought alone is enough to tide me over for now.
6
Mari
I’ve never been much of a math person. It’s probably because I have more of a creative brain. I’m great at English-related projects and anything that requires abstract thinking and creativity, but math stumps me every time.
My textbook is open on my uncomfortable dorm bed. I’ve been working through the same problem sets for the last twenty minutes, and I haven’t gotten past this one difficult question. I have an exam tomorrow. If I’m going to pass, I need to understand these problems.
Unfortunately, my mind keeps wandering. I can’t stop thinking about the meeting I had with Mark and John yesterday. Are we really going to have a triad relationship? I’ve been googling what that means. It’s not something I’ve ever considered before, but the idea has me all hot and bothered now.
Jessica enters our shared room, looking as gorgeous as ever.
“I thought you were going to the gym?”
“I did!”
“I wish I looked like that when I finish working out.”
She laughs. “Please. I spent an hour in the locker room getting myself back to this look. I was sweaty and gross before, I promise.”
I don’t believe her. Jessica has never been sweaty and gross in her life. It’s just not in her genes.
“What have you been doing since I left?”
I hold up my math textbook. “Studying.”
“Oh! I need to study, too.” She scurries over to her desk and grabs a couple of books and a notebook before joining me on my bed. “Plus, I have a history paper due tomorrow.”
Jessica makes a big show of opening her history book and her notebook, but I think we both know she’s not actually studying. Her rich parents hired a private tutor to help her with all of her classes. I’m pretty sure the guy they hired writes her papers for her. He probably has a draft of this one ready to go.
“Ugh. I hate history. Why do we need to learn about shit that happened a million years ago?”
I glance at her book. It’s about the Vietnam War. “Jess, you’re studying modern history. Vietnam happened in the 1960s.”
She sighs. “Exactly. A million years ago!”
We both giggle. Jessica is so dramatic. I don’t know how she survives in her classes. I suppose the private tutor helps. She doesn’t have to pay much attention because he’ll make sure she passes all of her classes.
What will Jessica do after college, though? She won’t always have a private tutor to save her ass. I worry about her a lot. She’s had so much handed to her in life that I don’t know if she’ll ever be ready for the real world. She’ll end up depending on her rich parents for the rest of her life.