Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I couldn’t describe how luxurious it was to be washed by someone other than myself. It felt like I was the richest woman in the world, or Cleopatra in an era long past being worshipped in a bathhouse. I went limp as their hands moved up and down me.
And I’d never felt safer as I gave myself over to them. Gave away all my worries and anxieties and sadness and fears. They carried it away as they washed the shampoo out of my hair and scrubbed my scalp.
Then when Janus’s firm hands massaged up my thighs, I spread for him, my legs flopping limply open wide. The water sloshed with the motion and Janus smiled. “That’s my good, good girl,” he murmured.
There was soft music playing in the background and I didn’t even know when they’d turned it on. They’d blissed me out so hard.
And that was before Janus’s thick finger started toying with my sex.
He didn’t immediately start pushing, he just rubbed, massaging in the same motions he’d been rubbing my legs. But where he put pressure…
I groaned and dropped my head against the sloped back of the tub. Milo had put a folded towel there as a little pillow.
“Look at our beautiful girl,” Milo whispered. “So wet and glistening.”
“She’s been such a good girl all night,” Janus answered him. “How about we give our good girl a reward?”
“You touching her pussy?”
“Oh yeah. She’s all puffy for me.”
I groaned and pressed up against him. He was right. I hadn’t realized but their touching had been raising desire in me. It had all been so hazy. Damn, they’d been tricking me by lulling me into this amazing dream space, and now they were going to ramp up the pleasure?
“Oh God,” I hissed, my eyes closed as I leaned further into Janus’s touch. He wasn’t even entering me with his finger, just putting pressure against my entire sex.
“Her nipples are getting so hard,” Milo breathed out.
“You thinking about what it’ll feel like to get your dick in her?” Janus asked, adding pressure so that his fingers were pushing into the soft fleshy cavity towards my anus, then back towards my pussy—
A high-pitched whine slipped from my throat as I started coming.
He palmed my pussy like he owned it. Because he would. The man I was going to marry.
I thrust against him, losing all control. Water splashed and Janus’s thick, veined arm disappearing into the water was the hottest thing I’d seen as my eyes popped open.
He palmed my pussy, first against my clit, then the flat fingers of his hand massaging round and round at my opening.
I whined, feeling my emptiness so acutely because I was used to being stuffed full. “Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” Milo’s voice had a frenetic edge. “What do you want? Do you want his fingers up your cunt? Do you want him to finger-fuck you?”
“Yes!”
“Then beg me, baby,” Janus growled.
“Finger-fuck me,” I cried.
“Where?” Janus asked. “Where do you want these fingers?”
I spasmed at the question. “Wherever you want them, Daddy.”
“That’s the right answer, Princess.”
And then a finger slipped inside me as Janus’s other hand thrust into the water. His finger inside me curved backwards like a come-hither motion, hooking some place inside me that—
I screamed and no one tried to stop me. So I grabbed part of the towel and shoved it in my own mouth.
Especially when the fingers of Janus’s other hand started pushing at my other puckered hole.
Meanwhile, at my pussy, a second finger pushed for entry together with the first. I writhed in the water.
“Look at our little siren squirm,” Milo said, wiping my wet hair from my face. “I was so hard all through the movie. She was a goddamn wet dream in that dress. Her ass… Jesus fuck.”
“I know,” Janus said low and dark. “I needed to feel this little pussy. Fuck, why haven’t I ever put my hands in you before?”
His fingers at my anus massaged hard, spreading me as he sought entrance. I was used to being penetrated there, but still.
“Just when you think her skin is the softest thing about her,” Janus growled. His fingers at my anus pushed in and in. How could his fingers feel thicker than their cocks?
“How many fingers do you have back there?” I gasped.
“Three,” Janus grinned, and then kept pushing. “The water is keeping you ready and wet. You can take it. I’m gonna fist you back here, baby.”
I whined and squirmed in the water, splashing it over the edge. “I don’t think I can take it.”
“Try,” Janus commanded, three fingers back there squeezing and opening as they pushed for entrance. “You’re gonna take my fist up your ass so pretty, baby. I know you can. Gonna take it easy on your pussy for a while but that doesn’t mean your ass is getting any time off.”