Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Oh…” I moan in hesitance, I moan in curiosity, wondering what is going to happen to me next. My body is still reeling from the orgasm it just had, from all the touching and fucking.
Vincent gets on the bed and crawls toward me, his hand slowly tracing a pattern up my side. He peppers the side of my face in delicate kisses. He’s gentler, soft, while Nathan is rough and determined to get my body to fall apart from his thrusts.
Right now, I’m not sure which I prefer. It’s always nice to have a bit of both worlds.
“Kiss me, sweetie,” he says, his voice low and hungry. I press my mouth against his cheek. It’s a lovely moment, and it gives my body a chance to recuperate. The kiss turns into a long, sultry one, and I worry that Nathan will grow jealous. He’ll want to compete with whatever Vincent has done.
Vincent covers my body with kisses, from the nape of my neck all the way down to my sore bottom.
“What did he do to you, my princess?” he asks, looking at the marks Nathan’s hand made, and he kisses my bottom so gently. His stubble, as scratchy as it is, doesn’t bother me.
“He hurt me,” I whimper, my breath warming the pillow.
He takes some ice from the champagne bucket and my body moves, already appreciating what he’s about to do.
“I’m here, it’s okay now,” Vincent says, and he slips an ice cube over my bottom.
It feels so good, but Nathan’s jealous energy is spoiling the sensual moment. He’s growling angrily low in his throat. He’s like some brat about to throw a fit if he doesn’t get his way.
“Wait your turn,” Vincent says. He slides his tongue down between my legs. “She has to get to know my mouth now.”
And just like that, Vincent owns me for a little while, placing his mouth completely over me, and slowly opening me up. He’s not as fast and swift as Nathan; he eases his way into me, holding my hips steady with his hands. He reaches up and undoes the rope around my wrists, and it falls like snakes onto the bed. He makes his way down my legs and undoes the rope around my ankles too, so I’m free to move my feet.
Suddenly rough hands grasp at me, and I’m flipped onto my back. Nathan holds me up, his arms wrapped tight around my waist as Vincent parts my legs. This is better than rope because I prefer the feel of a man’s strength around me than that abrasive rope. I especially prefer Nathan’s arms around me.
Nathan keeps me in line by holding me while Vincent goes down on me. Nathan’s mouth crashes against my lips and he strengthens his grip around me. His kiss is hungry and powerful.
“Oh…” My head falls back as Nathan kisses down my neck and pulls my hair to hold my head back. Vincent is fingering and licking my pussy and I break apart, my body jolting and writhing wildly with my release. Nathan is very focused on my face and neck, kissing and biting me all over. Then he has the audacity to say that he helped with the orgasm I just had, taking credit for it.
Vincent laughs in this charming/cocky sort of way.
“You did that?” he says to Nathan, and the two start arguing and everything, for the moment, turns into like some kind of amateur theatre hour.
“You don’t think that my holding her and kissing her had something to do with how aroused she was?” Nathan says.
“I’m the one down there, where she feels the most, where she’s the most sensitive.”
Vincent gets off the bed to have some wine. I want some wine. I think he can tell but Nathan gives me some of his whiskey instead.
It’s not one to one. Nathan gets back on top of me and starts fucking me. Hard. He just goes right for it, his whiskey breath all over, his hair all in my face, too.
We kiss hard, and he’s hitting all the right spots, pounding away at me. We roll over so I get on top of him, enjoying him the way I did the other night in the palace room. It’s honestly better than I ever imagined sex could feel. I keep one hand on his chest and ride him harder and harder.
“Nathan…Nathan…” And this time the jealous ball is in Vincent’s court.
I cast my eyes around the room in search of Vincent, curious of where he’s at, only to find him simmering in the corner, a glass of wine in his hand as he intently watches the thorough fucking that Nathan is giving me. His eyes are dark and hard, like he’s restless with Nathan’s act and considering a way to bring me even more pleasure when he has his way with me next. I can feel him growing restless and trying to come up with a way to make me come next. Nathan growls low as his thrusts grow faster, more selfish, and suddenly his ass clenches as he stills between my legs, spilling his hot cum inside of me. He leans down and kisses me hard with sloppy lips, but he just came so hard that I can feel his cum filling me up. I can’t believe how carnal and raw this whole experience is, and knowing that some of the most important political figures in the world are watching me get fucked, cum, and that cum fill up my pussy turns me on even more.