Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
And that gave him the perfect opportunity to slap her ass a couple more times.
“You will not steal an orgasm,” he commanded and then brought his hand down on her cheeks, one and then the other, alternating back and forth until he heard her cry out.
He stepped back, worried he hurt her.
Bay shook his head. “She’s into it. Trust me. Her pussy is so fucking wet. I would give her what she needs, but not until she proves what a good purchase she’s going to be. I won’t have an untrained sex toy in my home. She’ll prove she can take the plug or I’ll put a clamp on her clit and see how she likes it. Do you understand, Brooke?”
She replied quickly, her fingers curling around the desk as though she had to hold on to be still. “I do. I’ll be good. I won’t move again. I’ll take what my Masters give me.”
Oh, that word went straight to his cock. He knew she was the smart one, the talented one, but he could serve her here and earn that name.
“Once I pay your price, you’ll be mine.” Bay said the words with a dark tone, but he shrugged Shane’s way. “I can learn.”
So could he. They had her trussed up and bent over, and she did seem to want the whole ménage experience. Shane shucked off his clothes. “Oh, Mr. Kent, I’m only selling half of her. No one man could possibly please her. She needs two.”
Bay chuckled and picked up the plug and lube. “I suspect you’re going to show me how we can share this piece of heaven between us.”
He knew exactly how he intended to do it. He was glad the desk looked sturdy and someone had thought to put brakes on the wheels because it didn’t move as he hopped on it and positioned himself. Brooke’s head came up and she licked at her lips as she obviously figured out what he wanted from her.
“But my hands are tied,” she said quietly.
He palmed his cock and noticed Bay was prepping the plug.
She was going to need a distraction. “I don’t care about your hands. Open your mouth. You said you would take what we wanted to give you. You’ll take my cock and then you’ll take the plug and then I suspect your partial new owner is going to give you a little cock, too.”
“Big cock,” she said with a grin. “I suspect New Master has a big, gorgeous dick. Like yours.”
“I’m glad you like them, baby.” He intended to make sure she didn’t want another for the rest of her life. “Open up. Take me inside. I’m going to fuck your mouth while he gets you ready for what we really want.”
To share her. To give her everything they had and make her the center of their world.
Shane let go of all his worries as her tongue stroked over his cock.
He was right where he needed to be.
Chapter Eight
Bay stared at her backside and thanked the universe that Shane was such an overly prepared asshole. It was something they’d argued about all his life since Bay didn’t see the need to plan every second and his brother had list after list. Bay knew he was kind of a weirdo and that Shane got most of the charm, but he was also the uptight one.
Of course, Shane was also the one who thought to pack more than a couple of sandwiches and some beer. He’d been smart enough to throw one of their kits in the truck so they could keep this thing moving along. After last night, his brother had known to be prepared to throw down with her wherever they happened to be.
Brooke wanted sex, wanted to feel wild for once. They could help with that, but it was a delicate dance because the last thing he wanted was for her to consider him a fuck buddy.
He had her brothers to thank for this opportunity. He had weeks with her, and he wasn’t going to waste them.
“That’s right. That’s what I want,” Shane moaned, and his fingers tangled in her hair, gripping her and showing her how he wanted her to move.
He stood there as Brooke started to suck Shane’s cock. He watched for a moment, enjoying the way she moaned and her body moved. It was awkward because her hands were tied in front of her, but she didn’t complain. She simply accommodated them. She let her body flow to the rhythm Shane set.
His own cock was hard and trying desperately to get out of his pants, but he was taking his time. He wanted to make this moment last.
She was so fucking gorgeous. He could practically see her as a painting. A sculpture. Simply drawn.
He had the most insistent urge to sit back and draw, memorialize the moment.