Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
God, the guy is fast.
I hadn’t even seen him undress, but while Chance and I had been busy with her shirt, he’d stripped. I almost shake my head at him, then look back at her, realizing that her eyes are now locked on his hand moving over his dick.
“Do you want to be a good girl and open up for him, Rox?” I ask.
She nods almost frantically, and Dillon stands on the bed, scooting closer until her hand takes over for his, her lips wrapping around his tip. Chance keeps doing his thing, dipping his fingers into her as if our friend’s cock isn’t inches away from his nose.
I groan as I watch the three of them together, Roxie’s hips twitching and Chance’s almost tortured expression.
I reach down and adjust myself in my boxer briefs, but just the brush of my fingers against my skin makes my cock twitch. I’m ready for any more than that, though. We have to take it slower this time. Take our time.
But Roxie is still the ultimate guide here. We take our cues from her.
It was all about her. All about her pleasure. What she wants.
It isn’t long before she’s moaning around Dillon’s shaft, her hips bucking into Chance’s hand. Wet sounds fill the air along with her moans and Dillon’s.
He comes seconds after her, panting as he drops down on the bed beside them, Roxie swallowing every drop and smiling. It’s so fucking hot I almost shoot my load in my pants.
Chance grabs her chin in his free hand, turns her head to him, and kisses her hard, pulling her onto him. She reaches for his shirt almost frantically, pulling it off before she starts working on his fly.
I walk to the bed and lay down beside them, stealing her mouth from Chance and feeling every ounce of stress melt out of my body when her warm, soft curves mold to me, her tongue sweet and urgent in my mouth.
My hand slides down to Roxie’s curvy ass and I grab it, holding her to me as my hips start rocking. I’m still wearing my underwear, but that doesn’t stop her from grinding on me like a teenager, and the wet heat of her is almost too much even through the fabric.
Eventually, I give in and slid a little further down the bed, pushing my boxer briefs down just in time for her to straddle me and sink down onto my throbbing cock. I let out a strangled cry at the unexpected urgency in her today.
“You were so good with Dillon earlier, baby. Do you want to do the same for Chance?”
She nods eagerly, and when he rises up on his knees behind my head, I get a fucking fantastic view of his cock sliding between her lips. She swallows him down hungrily while I thrust into her from below, watching the smooth skin of his shaft disappear into her mouth over and over again.
The base of my spine starts prickling, my balls drawing up as I hear Chance let out a sound that is pure, animalistic need. He starts fucking her mouth in earnest, and she takes it like she’s been born to do it, grinding on me and bracing herself with one hand on my chest to keep her balance.
Her nails dig into my skin, her pussy fluttering around me. Seconds later, her entire body goes rigid and she squeezes me tighter than I ever thought possible, wet heat flooding around me.
It’s enough to make me lose it, coming so hard that my ears ring in the aftermath.
At almost the same moment, Chance erupts down her throat, and she greedily drinks him just as she did Dillon. I pull her into my arms, pressing kisses to her damp hair while Chance curls up on one side of us and Dillon on the other. I fall asleep still inside her, hearing a contented sigh against my ear as she snuggles closer.
When I wake up, morning light filters through the curtains, spilling across the bed and painting her skin a warm gold. Roxie is still asleep, tucked between us like she belongs here. Dillon’s arm is slung lazily over my waist to reach her, and Chance is turned toward her, breathing steady, protective even in rest.
There’s something about the way her brow smooths when she sleeps, the tiny crease between her eyebrows fading like all the worry she carries has finally given her a moment’s peace. For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel something I’d almost forgotten how to feel.
Hope.
The fact is that she fits with us. Perfectly. Not just in bed or in the space between us, but like she’s the link we’d all been missing.
I don’t know how long she’s been running or from who, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Whatever it is, it won’t touch her here.