Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“Aren’t enough for you anymore?” I guess.
She nods.
Of course, she needs more.
This is Davis Franco, my sweet little pipe dream.
A queen in her own fucking right.
Only a man who knows what she’s worth can satisfy her needs.
“Please?” she whispers, her thighs quivering around me.
“No.”
Her face falls, and I stand with her in my lap, holding on before slowly allowing her feet to meet the blanket. Her neck is cranked all the way back, eyes sloped and on me.
“I won’t give you the room alone. I won’t watch.” My knuckles find her chin before it can hide from me, and I hold her there, stepping in closer, my fingers pressing into the sides of her throat. “But I will listen, and if we hurry, there’ll be something for you to listen to, too.”
She doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t shy away.
Davis grabs my hand and leads me to the teepee.
To the death of me.
To my ruin, because I know once I hear her come, the need to see it, taste, to be the one to trigger it will eat away at my restraint. And that bitch is already as thin as the paper her little offer was printed on.
It would dissolve between my lips.
Just like she would… if I let her.
Chapter Nineteen
Crew
Inside the thick, circular hunk of leather we’re calling home for the next two days, Davis pauses, my back bumping hers before I’m all the way through the opening.
Her fingers squeeze around mine, and after a moment, I pick up on what I expected we’d come back to.
Deep, hushed groans and strangled mews cut off by what can only be a kiss.
“They…” she whispers.
“They’re fucking,” I murmur, ushering her farther into the blackness of the space.
The sound of our shoes falling to the ground seems to echo around us.
“How did you know?” she asks so low, as if she’s afraid they’ll hear, and the air mattress rustles, letting me know she’s lowered herself on top of it.
“They only left us about an hour ago.” There’s not enough space in here to stand without ducking, so lingering isn’t an option. I lower into my designated place beside her.
“Yeah, that’s a whole hour.”
“Not everyone jumps right to it. I’m sure they do when pressed for time, but the lead-up is just as fun. Maybe they spent a while teasing, maybe they started fucking the second they got inside.”
“For an hour?”
“An air mattress isn’t the best of settings.”
She stills, and I hear her shift beside me. “As in, it could go longer?”
It’s not a question, and there’s no doubt in my mind she’s thinking about her little “five minutes of your time” comment from before. Proof is in her next words.
In the way her exhale pushes past her lips, soft and slow. She’s intrigued. Curious.
“How long can you go?” Her question is whispered in the dark, and she settles into the pillow more.
She’s readying herself, the sweeping moans of the others breaking into her concentration, shattering her ability to pay attention, and cutting off her restraint. Just like that, the questions evade her.
Nothing is left but the pulsing of her pussy.
And it is pulsing, the quake washing through her body at the low, gaspy cry from the tent over.
The blankets rustle, and I pull the hem up to her chest as her hand dips between her thighs. Her legs shift beside me, her right one stretching up until it’s met by mine. She pulls in a sharp breath, her shoulders pressing into the pillow behind her head.
It’s dark as shit in here, so dark, I couldn’t see a thing when we slipped inside, but my eyes are hungry and find a way. Like an owl in the night, my vision grows laser sharp, and Davis Franco is my target. Our heads are level with each other’s, her shoulders a little higher than mine, so I’ve got a straight shot of her body beneath the covers.
We brought our own, but somehow, in the darkness of it all, we ended beneath the same one, so with every twitch of her muscles, the comforter shuffles over me.
Her arm trembles beside me as she reaches for herself, and then a little mound is formed beneath the covers. Her sharp inhale is instant, and I know she’s slipped inside her panties now, her soft, delicate fingers slowly grazing over her swollen clit. That inhale whooshes past her lips within seconds.
Heat buds in my chest, knotting its way down. Further and fucking further, until it’s spreading through my cock, drawing my balls up and just like that, with her single breath and the images in my mind I’m rodded beneath my boxers.
Goddamn, the fire we could build…
Her head presses into the pillow more, her swallow hard. “What-what do you think he’s doing to her?”
Her stuttering words, the labored breaths in which she speaks them.