Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Wraith crawls up the bed so that he's above me, his long locks spilling down over his shoulders, the red streak in disarray as it's fallen out of the leather thong he uses to keep it in place. His knees are between my legs, and his hard cock is glistening above my stomach. “I want to fuck you,” he says simply.
I glance down, already imagining what it'll be like. “I meant it before. I've never been with anyone as big as you guys.”
He smirks confidently. “I know what I’m fucking doing. It’ll be good. Real fucking good.”
It's the final surrender. I could say no right now and we might keep fooling around, but I’d always wonder what it would’ve been like. A badass wouldn’t back down.
“Okay,” I say with a nervous nod, trusting them with this one more thing.
Tank opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out a little plastic packet that he tosses to Wraith. God, they have me so hot I was more worried about getting split in two than getting pregnant.
Tank and Nitro are there, surrounding us, but it’s Wraith that fills my senses as he looms over me and rests a hand next to my head. He nudges his cock against my entrance, sliding it up and down through my folds, making sure we’re both good and ready.
Coal-dark eyes stare directly into my soul as he presses his narrow hips forwards and the head of him spreads me open. I let out a soft moan and wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes deeper, slowly, but with determination. I'm so full, and he just keeps coming.
His nostrils flare, and a throaty moan rumbles deep in his chest. “You’re so fucking tight, so good.”
I'm not going to argue. He's stretching me to my limit, but it feels like he was meant to be inside me. I tilt my hips up to accept him and he slides the last inch home, fully inside. There are no words. Wraith moves, easing almost all of that cock back out of me before thrusting to the hilt.
I gasp. “God…” I whisper.
“No, not God. Whose cock are you feeling?” Wraith growls.
“Yours.”
“That’s right.”
Faster and faster. His thickness fills me like no one ever has, touching every sensitive spot in me at once. Now that I’ve adjusted, we move smoothly together. I still feel stretched around him like a glove, but I love it, rocking against him as he shatters my world.
Then Nitro's there on one side and Tank comes in on the other. Their hands slide over my skin, caressing me all over as Wraith relentlessly fills me over and over, driving me back to that precipice of pleasure, like I’m riding a barrel towards a waterfall. It's roaring in my ears as I shut my eyes and just let the sensations of three men's touch overwhelm me.
I'm not sure who hits their climax first, me or Wraith. We moan together, the sounds of his skin against mine echoing in the room, and just as he tenses up, I burst around him. His cock swells as he comes, but I'm too lost in my own bliss to fully register all of it. So many sensations and feelings, too many to hold onto all at once. We stay connected until we find our breaths again.
Wraith pulls out slowly and rolls over, with a deep groan. “Fucking hell.”
I slide my fingers through Tank's short hair and Nitro's wavy locks as they move into the space Wraith just opened up. They tease my breasts with their lips and tongues. Nitro moves up to kiss me, and I wrap my arms around him. His hardness presses into my hip, and I know we’re not done yet. Not that I want to be.
The nightstand drawer rattles and Nitro catches something as he rolls me onto my side and slides his knee between my legs, making room. He puts his hand over the temporary tattoo of his name and nips my earlobe. “Ready for one more?”
I'm usually a one and done kind of girl, but tonight I’m testing my limits. “Definitely,” I say as I look down to watch him slide on the condom. This time I get to watch as he spoons behind me and lines himself up.
“So fucking wet for us,” he hisses, then pushes all the way in one long stroke.
“Yes,” I moan. “Do it again.”
“As you command, princess.” He grins widely and settles into a steady rhythm of long strokes that picks up right where Wraith left off.
Tank strokes himself in front of us watching as Nitro fucks me from behind. “Play with yourself, Trigger.”
I watch him watching me as my hand moves between my legs. I splay my fingers around Nitro’s cock as it drives inside, gathering my own wetness and spreading it over my clit. It’s too swollen and sensitive to go hard, but I find a nice rhythm and lose myself in the feeling of being stuffed full. It’s dirty and amazing to feel this visual connection to Tank while it’s Nitro in my body.