Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Galen snagged a pillow and then flipped Meg onto her stomach over the top of it. It left her ass a little in the air and she tensed as if expecting him to jump on her and ravish her like some kind of animal. Galen, that glorious bastard, knew it. He resumed his position next to her and kissed her as he wedged his arm beneath her body. Theo didn’t need to see it perfectly to know Galen was playing with her pussy. The way her body jerked told him everything. Galen murmured in her ear, just loud enough for it to carry to Theo. “This time I won’t hold back your orgasm, baby. While he’s pushing that big cock into your tight little ass, you’re going to ride my hand.”
“Galen—”
“That’s right. Rub that wet pussy all over me. You only get one finger right now, but that’s all you need.” He nipped her shoulder. “Theo’s watching and he’s so fucking hard for you.”
Theo climbed back onto the bed and knelt between her spread thighs. “For both of you.” He held up the lube until Galen grabbed it with his free hand, and then Theo parted her ass cheeks. She was so wet from their mouths and her earlier orgasm that it had wet her here, too, but it wouldn’t be enough for what came next. He nodded and Galen squirted some lube down her crease. She jerked, but Theo wasn’t in a rush. He ran his fingers over her and pressed the first knuckle of his middle finger into her, letting her get adjusted to the penetration. “Relax, princess. We’ve got you.”
Galen nipped her shoulder again. “Feels dirty to take your pleasure like this, doesn’t it? Grind on me, baby. Let us give you what you need.”
Theo spread more lube, pushing deeper into her, ensuring she was as ready as possible. His cock ached with need, his balls heavy and his body tight with the knowledge of what came next. Long minutes passed, broken only by Meg’s ragged breathing and Galen’s low filthy whispers about how good it felt to have her pussy riding his hand. How good it would feel when it was his cock.
Soon. Soon.
Satisfied he’d prepped her, Theo slipped his fingers out of her and slathered lube over his cock. He met Galen’s dark gaze, the desire there making it hard to breathe. This was what they’d both wanted since that first night—since far longer than that. They’d shared women before, but simple, dirty fun, with limited trust involved.
This? This required a whole hell of a lot of trust.
And Meg gave it to them.
Theo braced one hand on the side of her head and guided his cock to her ass. He bore down, but paused when she froze. Galen understood and immediately rubbed her back, soothing her. “Relax, Meg. Breathe. Just breathe and let him do the work.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, she obeyed.
Theo guided his cock into her another inch, and then another, slowly and surely filling her completely. He shifted her hair to the side and pressed an open-mouth kiss to her neck that had her shifting restlessly against him—against Galen’s clever fingers. “Let me tell you a secret, princess.”
“What?” she gasped.
“We’ve never shared a woman like this—like we’re about to.”
She went still, as if the implications had just settled over her. “Never?”
“Never,” Galen confirmed.
Theo slid his free hand beneath her hips and rolled them. He ended up on his back, with Meg sprawled against his chest, his cock still buried in her ass. Theo carefully hooked his legs under hers and spread her wide. Galen moved to kneel in the space he’d created. He ran his hands up Meg’s thighs and then down again, repeating the move with Theo’s thighs.
A wicked grin pulled at his lips and he cupped Theo’s balls, rolling them over his palm. “She’s tight, isn’t she? Clenched around your cock, trusting you to treat her gently and not fuck her ass like you want to.” One final squeeze and he released Theo, which was just as well. He was hanging on by a fucking thread.
Galen looked at them both, and Theo knew him well enough to see beyond the mask, to recognize the possessiveness beneath. Galen might as well have growled, mine. He ran his hand up Meg’s body to bracket her throat. “He’s nice. I’m not. When I take your ass, and I will, I’m going to ride you hard, baby. Theo can have your pussy that time, or maybe your mouth.” He dragged his thumb over her bottom lip. “Play nice and we’ll even let you choose.”
She shivered over Theo like a live wire. “Galen, I—”
“Not tonight.” His hand disappeared down her body and Theo didn’t have to see to know he was playing with her pussy again. Galen frowned. “Are you on birth control?”