Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 130159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“No,” she entreated.
“Yes,” Beck insisted, his gaze locked on her taut nipples, straining toward the ceiling.
An evil idea bloomed in his brain.
He plucked up a pair of strawberries, pinched off the stems, then pried the cap off the chilled can of whipped cream and handed it to Seth. When the cold metal met his palm, the PI’s eyes widened.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.”
“It is.” Beck softly chuckled.
Holding the can over her breast, Seth laid his finger against the nozzle and arched a brow at Heavenly. “This might be a little chilly, angel.”
As the white fluffy cream sputtered from the tip, Heavenly gasped, then screeched, her back arching. “Chilly? That’s freez—”
Seth stole whatever she meant to say when he covered her breast with his mouth and sucked deep. Heavenly let out a needy mewl that made Beck’s blood jet thick and scalding hot through his veins.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Beck groaned. “But you forgot something, man.”
When he held up a strawberry, Seth released her nipple with an audible pop and smiled. “You’re right. But I’m going to need more cream with this.” The PI plucked the berry from his grip. “You should join me. Nipples and cream are mighty tasty.”
“I think I will.” Beck smirked.
She shivered. “But…but that stuff is cold.”
“But you liked the way I warmed it up.” Seth arched a brow, daring her to refute him.
She didn’t, merely bit her lip and whimpered.
“Spread those pretty thighs wider, little girl,” Beck drawled as he glided his hand down her torso.
Obediently, she did. He skated his palm straight to her pussy. Seth seemed to have the same idea since their hands collided between her legs. Her wet heat had both men groaning. Together, they toyed with her.
Heavenly gasped. “You’re evil.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen evil yet,” Beck warned with a predatory grin.
Seth shook the can again, a fiendish smile tugging at his lips as he quirked a brow at Beck. “Ready?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Heavenly held her breath as Seth pressed the nozzle, depositing a cold dollop of cream over both nipples. When she arched up and gaped in shocked pleasure, he drove his fingers into her slick pussy. In the same moment, Beck settled his thumb over her clit and slowly stroked. Instantly, her quiet gave way to squeals, shuddering moans, and broken pleas as she rocked to the rhythm of their busy hands. He and Seth watched her together, sharing a triumphant grin.
Heavenly’s rising pleasure pinged through his system. Even his hand shook as he swiped a strawberry and nestled it in the heap of whipped cream covering her nipple. Seth did the same. With his other hand still between her legs, Beck continued driving her higher, working her until she gasped. After another shared glance, he and Seth nodded. Then, together, they leaned over her restless body and sucked her berry-and-cream-topped peaks deep into their mouths.
The tart fruit, sugary cream, and warm flesh blended to explode over Beck’s taste buds. He mashed the plump berry and Heavenly’s hardened nipple to the roof of his mouth and pulled harder.
Her cries of bliss made his cock throb.
Beck licked away the last of the cream as he reached blindly for the champagne. Tilting the bottle, he drenched Heavenly’s distended nipple in a slow stream of chilled bubbly. Agonized pleasure twisted her face. As he lapped the liquid from her flesh, she sank her nails into his scalp, her begging a litany in his ears. Then he passed the bottle to Seth, who did the same to her other breast, wringing more broken wails from her.
Beck worked his way down her body, squirting whipped cream everywhere that looked inviting—under her tits, across her stomach, just above her pussy—then licking her clean.
Above him, Seth slurped and tongued a puddle of champagne from Heavenly’s navel. With a smoky, half-lidded gaze, she tossed her head back, her hips writhing restlessly. Her feminine scent saturated the air.
Beck’s restraint snapped.
Rounding the table, he grabbed the chair he’d discarded and positioned it between her legs. His possessive stare zeroed in on her slick cunt.
Impatiently, Beck yanked on the towel, sliding her hips to the very edge of the table. Then he took her thighs in hand, positioning them over his shoulders. A feral growl rumbled from his chest as he leaned in and inhaled her earthy, feminine spice. “The way you suffer for us is so pretty.”
“I could watch you all day.” Seth laved her hip.
“Please. Help me. I’m on fire,” she begged.
Beck slid a thumb up her puffy, pink folds and grazed her distended clit, working a hungry whimper from her. Then he reached for the whipped cream.
Seth’s gaze latched onto her cunt. “There’s the best part of dessert, man.”
“Absolutely.” And since that was true, why frost Heavenly with anything that would change her taste?
Instead, Beck set the whipped cream aside and parted her folds with his thumbs. The cool air combined with his hot breath hit her overstimulated flesh. She was a thing of beauty as her back twisted, her nipples stabbed the air, and she moaned. More nectar spilled from her narrow slit.