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)
“You’re going to feel like heaven.” Bay stroked his cock before rolling the condom on and taking his place behind her. Her ass wriggled as though inviting him in. Brat. He was falling so hard for her, harder than he ever thought he would. She was rapidly becoming the most important part of his world.
He lined up his cock and started to press inside.
Brooke gasped, and then she was wiggling for another reason. “It feels… I can feel the plug. It’s making me so full.”
“That’s how it’s going to be, baby,” Shane whispered. He ran a hand over her hair and kissed the top of her head. “You’ll feel us both, know how much we both want you. You’ll know how gorgeous you are. You are so much woman, baby. You need two men to please you.”
Bay pressed his cock inside, her pussy squeezing him in the most pleasurable way. This was what he’d needed all day. To be with her. To have the other half of him with them and know she accepted them both.
He let go of everything except the sensation of being inside her. The plug made her tight, dragging on his dick in the most erotic way possible. He gripped her hips and fucked her over and over. She tilted her pelvis and moaned, her pussy spasming around him. She held onto Shane as she rode out her orgasm.
And Bay found his own, pleasure causing his spine to bow, and he held on to her, giving up everything he had.
He slumped over, his cheek to her back.
“I hope you enjoy your purchase, Master Bay,” Brooke said with a chuckle. “I think I’m going to like being a sex toy.”
He meant to make her see they could be so much more.
* * * *
Brooke laid back, her belly pleasantly full and body still humming with the pleasure she’d gotten out of the play. How long had it been since she’d indulged the way she had tonight? In sex. In food. In being lazy, lying around with her lovers and talking about everything from their favorite foods to how many broken bones they had from years of rodeoing.
Mexican. And too many to count.
She made good enchiladas. It would be fun to cook for them. It had been a long time since she’d done that, too. She typically downed a protein shake in the morning, sucked down another for lunch, and ruined the whole thing by getting takeout on her way home because she still had work to do.
Back at House of Bianchi, she never had gorgeous men bring her fried chicken and then fuck her and feed her and lay around naked with her. It was probably a good thing since she wouldn’t have gotten anything done.
“I only broke a bone once,” she said, staring up at the dark ceiling. They’d turned off the spotlights and brought out a big blanket they laid out on the stage for their kinky picnic. It was kinky because she was still naked. So were they. Everyone was naked, and they’d taken turns feeding her like she was a sweet pet who needed a treat.
It shouldn’t feel this good to be with them. There should be some awkwardness. It shouldn’t feel so right to have her head on Bay’s thigh like it was a pillow, while Shane stared down at her with the sweetest smile on his face. He held a grape to her lips, and she enjoyed the sweetness for once.
“What happened?” Bay asked.
Memory washed over her. It was easy to forget she hadn’t always been such a city girl. She’d grown up in the country. “I took the dirt bike I wasn’t supposed to ride. I wanted to go to my friend’s house, but Max didn’t have time to drive me. Normally I would have taken the four-wheeler. My brothers taught me how to drive that, and I would go all over our property and sometimes even into town since the sheriff at the time liked to look the other way. The dirt bike was a leftover from when Max and Rye were kids, but it worked so I took off myself, and turns out it’s not the same as a bicycle. I wiped out right in front of Mel’s place. Naturally he was on patrol and found me and took me to the hospital in Monte Vista. We didn’t have a clinic back then. Mel was surprisingly good at field dressing a wound.”
“How did Max handle that?” Shane asked as though waiting for her to tell a story of epic rage.
Her brother had been mad, but mostly she remembered how he’d hugged her, his hands shaking. He might be known for his temper, but Max tended to be a flashfire when it came to irritation. He could be quite understanding about a lot of things, and he’d been far more scared than angry with her. “Well, he didn’t realize I was gone until he called me in for dinner. Mel was excellent at getting me help. He was not so great at calling my brothers and letting them know what happened to me, so Rye was a deputy at the time and he had the entire police force looking for me. Oh, also, did I mention that I was in a lot of pain? Yeah, Mel had something for that.”