Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
“Hey Tripp!” Levi calls through the door. The sound is followed by a high-pitched squeal from Marci. “Are you coming?”
Am I coming? In my pants, if I’m not careful.
I go inside and as soon as the door closes behind me and I catch sight of the two of them rolling around together on the bed like they’ve known each other for years, I know I’ve made my choice. Rituals be damned.
Marci is ours. My cock hurts, it’s so hard and I can’t wear these tight jeans for another second. Taking off my hat and setting it on the dinette, I stare at them, then wordlessly strip, all while maintaining eye contact.
When I’m standing there in my boxer-briefs, Marci licks her lips. Pre-cum leaks from my tip and I groan. Fuck it all. I chuck them off, then fist my straining cock.
Marci and Levi are both staring at me hungrily.
“Get over here.” I’m talking to Levi but I don’t specify and they both come.
Levi kisses me softly and Marci drops to her knees in front of me, taking me in her mouth.
Hot. Damn.
I brace myself with one hand on the table and kiss Levi harder. I don’t want him to feel left out. I clap one hand on his asscheek and squeeze just as Marci takes me deeper, running her tongue up and down my shaft. I lace my free hand through her hair, and she squeezes my balls.
I pull away panting. What. The. Fuck? How am I this close to orgasm after only a few minutes?
Marci blinks up at me, eyes wide. “Did I do something wrong… Sir?”
Oh god. It sounds as good on her lips as I’d imagined it would.
“No,” I croak. “I just… Can we move this to the bedroom?” It’s steps away, more like a partitioned-off bed than an actual bedroom, but that doesn’t matter. “And you guys need to get naked. We’re not exactly on a level playing field here.”
“You’re the one that just walked in and started stripping,” Levi teases, but stops short when I smack his ass hard.
Marci looks on with interest, then runs for the bed and chucks off her clothes as soon as she gets there. She stops when she gets to her bra and panties, looking embarrassed. I note that they are sensible but not unsexy.
I catch her eyes and hold her gaze, biting my lip. “You still have clothes on, babygirl. You need to be naked for this to be fair.”
“Oh…I …” She was about to say something unkind about herself, I could tell, but she stops, and rubs her ass instead. Good.
“Is there a problem?”
“I… I’m nervous. I’m… older than you guys and it’s been a long time.”
“I like what I see so far. And I’m going to be real honest. I’m not going to be inspecting your body to see how you measure up. I’m much more concerned with getting to taste your pretty pink pussy. Can’t do that if you have panties on.”
Her cheeks turn full red, her eyes wide. Her mouth drops open in a little o and I wonder how long it’s been since she’d had her pussy eaten.
Too long apparently.
“You want to…?” She trails off.
I should have reassured her, but I’m getting tired of talking. I just want to do. Specifically, her. So I climb up on the bed on my knees and move toward her until our bodies are almost touching. Then I reach for her bra straps and slowly push them off her shoulders while Levi gets behind her and undoes the back clasp. We strip it off, letting the cups fall forward into my hands.
She blushes furiously and I can see her fighting not to cover herself. I whistle low. Her breasts are magnificent. As perky as any twenty-something’s, but with softer skin that had lost some of the elasticity of its youth. Pinkish-purple nipples sit erect in the middle of perfectly shaped areolas. I immediately dip my head to take one pert nipple in my mouth, rubbing the other between my fingers as I lick, tease and suck.
“Oh!” Marci gasps and I feel Levi’s hand reach underneath her, coming up between her legs, his fingers deftly teasing her hardened bud. “Oh god!” She giggles, and claps a hand over her mouth as if outwardly showing her pleasure and sounding girlish is somehow wrong. If my mouth wasn’t happily otherwise occupied, I’d have frowned and wondered who ever made her feel bad about feeling good.
Pulling off her nipple, I kiss her mouth before switching my attention to her other breast, and repeating my ministrations until she’s writhing between us.
Finally, I let go, pulling my mouth away from her breast to kiss her once more. When I’m done, I take her face in my hands, and force her to look at me. She does, averting her eyes every few seconds and blushing furiously. “You are stunning. Don’t ever doubt it. You are more than enough for us. You are everything we want and if I hear another hint otherwise, I’ll have to stop what I’m doing to turn you over my knee and redden your pretty bottom. I don’t think that’s what you want, is it?”