Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Her eyes lit with desire and she leaned over, stroking his cock while she swiped her tongue over the head of his dick. Her tongue darted around, a butterfly landing and taking off and making him crazy.
“More,” he commanded.
She sucked his cockhead behind her lips.
Pure pleasure curled through him, lighting his body up and making him feel so fucking alive. In the moment nothing else mattered. Nothing but the feel of her mouth on him, the proof that they were together, that he wasn’t alone.
Her tongue rolled over his cock as she worked him. She stroked him with her hand as her mouth took him deeper and deeper. Soft velvet encased him, and he recognized when Van walked back into the room, but it didn’t matter. Van only enhanced the experience.
“That’s a pretty sight,” Van said. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “Don’t stop what you’re doing, but I want you to spread your knees wide.”
Oh, Van meant to give her a distraction. He was up for that, but he needed to make a few things plain. “Don’t you let up or he’ll stop.”
Elisa frowned, her eyes wide. “Stop what?”
Van moved behind her, getting on his knees and letting his hand curve around her waist to the apex of her thighs. “This.”
Elisa gasped as Van started to play with her clit.
Hale tightened his hold on her hair. “Do not let him distract you or we’ll find out if the discipline part of the lifestyle works for us.”
There was no mistaking the way her gaze went soft, and then she was back to torturing his dick with her tongue. She rimmed his cockhead, worrying the underside until he was ready to spew and then sitting back and stroking him.
It was maddening. It was glorious. It was so much more than sex.
“Finish him off and then we’ll see about this pretty little asshole.” Van whispered the words against her ear. “You’re so wet, baby. I might not even need lube. I can slide that plug along your pussy and it’ll be nice and ready.”
She whimpered and then seemed to force herself to focus. She reached up and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as she took him deep, tongue whirling. She seemed to be trying to swallow him whole, and it sent him right over the edge. He groaned as the orgasm rushed through his system. Whatever Van was doing to her made her moan, the sound reverberating over his flesh and heightening the sensation.
He gave her everything he had, thrusting into her mouth over and over.
And then a blissful peace settled.
Elisa leaned back against Van’s chest as he rubbed her clit and made her come in his arms.
Satisfaction swamped Hale as he watched them.
There would be absolutely no whining from him. The day was pretty perfect.
Chapter Thirteen
Elisa slumped against Van, her head falling back. The orgasm had been what she’d come to think of as a starter orgasm. It was insane she now had classifications for her orgasms. She’d had so few of them before meeting these men, she’d thought she should be happy having one in a blue moon. Now, she knew this was nothing more than an appetizer and they would ensure she had at least a five-course meal.
“That’s what I wanted, baby. That’s perfect.” Van’s breath was hot against her ear.
She could still taste Hale in her mouth, the salty richness of him coating her lips, but Van didn’t hesitate to kiss her. His tongue dove deep, and it felt both forbidden and perverted and right. They were all connected. There was no need for jealousy or shame. Whatever the three of them wanted was okay because they cared about each other.
She was starting to love these men.
Or maybe she’d loved them from the moment she’d seen them, but she didn’t trust the emotion because she’d been taught how capricious it could be.
Love could be stalwart, too. It could be a mountain that couldn’t be moved, a shelter that would never crumble.
“Now, we’re going to move to the playroom,” Van announced. “Hale’s gotten to see you as a glorious sun goddess, and it’s my turn. I want to see you on a spanking bench, your ass in the air waiting for me.”
“What’s a playroom?” She’d never heard the term before.
Hale reached out a hand to help her up. “It’s a mini dungeon. Though knowing Mr. Roberts, it’s probably not so mini.”
She got to her feet and found herself immediately scooped up into Hale’s arms.
The man liked to pick her up, and while she’d never been one of those petite girls who wanted a man to sweep her off her feet, she had to admit she loved it when one of them cradled her against them and took her where they wanted her to go. She barely looked at the beautiful suite around her as they walked her down the hall. She caught sight of some works of art, but nothing was as lovely as the cut of Hale’s jaw or Sylvan’s eyes as he walked behind them.