Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you’re so good,” he praised, his voice a low groan, as he pumped into me with slow, deliberate strokes. “You’re taking all of us like a champ.”
I was completely filled.
Every hole stuffed to the brim with cock, my body writhing in ecstasy as they used me like a goddamn fleshlight. The room was a symphony of moans, groans, and the wet slap of skin on skin. Sweat dripped down my body as I arched my back, eagerly accepting all they gave me, my pussy clenching around Rafe’s cock, my ass squeezing Hael’s, and my throat swallowing Eryx’s length.
Their hands were everywhere.
Grabbing, pinching, slapping.
Marking me as theirs. Eryx’s grip on my hair tightened as he fucked my face harder, his balls slapping against my chin, his cockhead hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. Rafe’s fingers dug into my hips as he pounded into me mercilessly, his cock grinding against my G-spot, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Hael’s hands gripped my ass, spreading me wide as he rammed into me with brutal force, his cock pulsing inside me.
“You’re gonna take every drop, aren’t you?” Eryx questioned, his hips stuttering as he neared his climax.
I couldn’t answer. My mouth was too full of his cock, but I nodded eagerly, tears streaming down my face as I gagged around him. He swore harshly, flooding my mouth with come. I swallowed all of it, hollowing my cheeks as I moaned. Rafe wasn’t far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fucked me harder, deeper, his cock pulsing inside me as he came.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside me.
Hael was last.
His cock pulsed and throbbed deep within my ass, his orgasm tearing from his lips in a raw, primal groan. As he pulled out, my body crumpled onto the bed, a shaking, sweat-slicked mess, obliterating thought. I was demolished, conquered, consumed, throbbing and aching from the brutal ecstasy. Every nerve ending was alight, my skin singing with a delicious burn.
I reveled in it.
How many times had I gotten off?
I'd lost count. A sense of awe washed over me as I contemplated what had just transpired. I felt dirty, debauched, and yet, oh so desired.
This was more than pleasure; it was a carnal symphony that would echo in my memory for a lifetime. Even as I basked in the afterglow, my mind began penciling my next session. After I recuperated a bit, of course. I was too cute to be made bow-legged by dick, and even I had limits before being split in two became a medical concern.
"Shower," I rasped when oxygen finally returned to my brain, my voice scraped raw from screaming. “Toilet first. I can’t fight for my life with a UTI.”
Hael laughed. “That sounds good.”
“It does. But I need you to carry me …” I trailed off when I was met with a barrage of deep male satisfaction. “Hael, take me back to the shower.” I quickly changed my tune, but it was hard to be commanding when your voice sounded as if you’d had back-to-back smokes—which would be fitting right then.
“As you wish.” He obliged without giving me shit, lifting me into his arms with ease. I laid my head on his sweaty shoulder, smiling victoriously when Rafe and Eryx followed.
He deposited me on the toilet and kindly ushered the other two out so that I could handle girl things in peace.
“Finished!” I called out, giggling when they swept right back in and Hael scooped me into his arms again. Dainty I was, damsel I was not, but a girl could get used to this queen treatment.
The shower was still steamy, the water cascading down on us as we cleaned up. Eryx reached for a washcloth, gently scrubbing my body, starting with my breasts and working his way down. His touch was gentle, yet firm, and I could feel the desire still coursing through him.
Hael took over, his hands caressing my skin as he cleaned me. The warmth of his fingers felt amazing on my sensitive flesh. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.
Rafe joined in, rinsing me off with his strong arms wrapped around me.
There wasn’t a lick of awkwardness between the three of them, as if they’d been meant to do this together all along. We finished showering, me leaning against the wall while they washed themselves, enjoying the view.
When we were done, Hael wrapped me in a towel before doing the same for himself, and I smiled up at him. “I found you clothes. Sweats, for comfort,” he explained with a cocky smirk.
I nodded, appreciating his thoughtfulness.
“It’s your fault. I feel like a balloon down there,” I accused, still feeling the lingering sensation of them inside me. It was a strange mix of fullness and emptiness—and an onsetting soreness I knew was going to be a real bitch.