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)
“I’m going to come,” I say in a horse whisper, surprising myself with how easy it is with them. It hits hard and fast, without the slow build I’m used to. Stealing the air from my lungs and leaving me gasping.
“Holy shit,” Nitro groans, burying himself deep inside and holding his hips still as his cock pulses over and over. He falls back, slipping out and breathing heavily.
I feel wrecked, but I’m not leaving this room without knowing all of them. “Go easy on me, okay?” I say with a little laugh, eyeing Tank’s monster a little nervously in spite of the warmup.
He gets on his back and guides me on top. “You’re in control, got it?”
I nod, already slick with sweat and still tingling from my last orgasm. He’s such a big guy, that he easily holds my hips and helps me get in position so his cock is right where I need it to be. I tease both of us, rotating my hips over the blunt head until I’m ready.
Oh my God. “You're huge,” I groan as gravity does the work and I get my first real sense of him.
“You can do this. You’re fucking made for me.” Every second stretches me open around him. Sexy tingles rush through me as I spread for him, letting him in, one glorious inch at a time.
“So good,” I moan, accepting his thickness.
He holds me with hands that could do such violence but are so gentle. More and more finds its way inside, but it works. It feels amazing, right on the edge of what I can take, just enough to drive me crazy. After Wraith, Nitro and now Tank, how can I ever go back to anyone else?
When I’m finally sitting flush on his hips, I'm shocked. “I took it all,” I whisper.
“Fuck, you're perfect,” he breathes. “Just fucking perfect.”
I can feel his heartbeat as he pulses inside me, but he's right. It's perfect. We're perfect. I smile, letting him know I’m ready for more.
And God, he does. With his hands on my hips, I might be on top, but he’s in control. He groans as he presses himself into my tightness, and my nails dig into his shoulders as he fills me with his size. I don't know how long I can take this for, but I'm going to ride it right up to the limit, because it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt.
There’s no room for anything in me but Tank, and it's building up to what might be the strongest orgasm of my life. At least that's what it feels like as my muscles go taut, I arch my back and a guttural growl starts deep inside me, a kind of noise I didn't even know I could make. A tidal wave of explosive metaphors crash down on me all at once, and as I go off around him with a howl, he groans and pulls me to his hips one last time. Every pulse as he comes causes my pussy to squeeze him back, driving each other through our orgasms together until we finally come down and I slump over his chest, barely conscious.
“God fucking damn,” Nitro whispers.
The wall thumps as someone pounds on it. “We're fucking trying to sleep over here!” comes muffled through the wall.
“Oh my God,” I say with shock, putting my hand to my mouth. “Were we that loud?”
“Like a fucking banshee, baby,” Wraith says with a laugh. “Perfect.”
21
KAYLEE
The boys are deep in conversation with other members by the bar while I’m curled up on the couch, deep in a book about a man who was sent to Mars and is on a mission from an alien queen with six breasts to retrieve her virgin daughter when something brushes by my leg. “What the—”
Big brown eyes look up at me. Four of them. Two belong to the energetic boxer I saw the other day, and two are in the gray muzzled face of a pittie. The pittie has a very slobbered on looking rope toy in its mouth and drops it right at my feet.
“Aw, that looks like a lot of fun, but I really don’t want to touch it,” I say in a friendly baby voice to the dogs. “No I don’t. Nope nope nope.” The boxer puts his head on my leg and looks at me like his world is falling apart.
“Jupiter, King, leave her alone,” says a voice behind me. I turn to see the girl with the bad bleach job behind me.
I know I’m young, but up close I can tell she isn’t much more than eighteen or nineteen. Three or four years might not mean much, but should she be hanging out in this place at her age?
“King isn’t… King’s dog, is he?”
The girl laughs. “No, and don't bring it up around him. King—the dog, I mean—belongs to Summer and her guys, but Jupiter’s been so depressed without Eagle-eye around that they’ve been hanging out together more than usual.”