Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
The pressure increases. I shut my eyes tight, willing myself to relax, to let him in. Bull holds me open, while Shrapnel strokes my hair, unusually gentle for him. The head stretches me right up until it pops inside so suddenly I jump.
“You okay?” Diesel caresses my hips and sides, holding still.
“Yes,” I hiss while I'm adjusting, not just to him, but the two of them inside me at once. Talk about jumping in at the deep end.
Deep end. My whole body tenses around him as I let out a short laugh.
“You sure.”
Oh God. “Please.”
He pours even more lube onto where we're connected, then thrusts. Just little, careful ones at first, but when I start moaning and even pushing back a little, his grip on my hips tightens and his motion lengthens.
He’s so big. So overwhelming. And, as we get into it more and more, soooo good. A whole different set of sensations flood me, ones I didn't even know existed. With him in back and Bull up front, I don't even know exactly where one ends and the other begins, especially when Bull starts rocking inside me too. I press my cheek against his broad chest, feeling his heart hammer against it just as hard as mine is pounding right now.
Faster and harder, two of my three favorite men double fuck me with firm, languid strokes, gliding on a mixture of lube and our own juices. I don't know if I've ever been so horny in my life. It's so over the top, and my body doesn't know what to do with it all. I just know that it loves it, and every time they fill me together, I'm pushed just a little bit closer to exploding between them.
“Can you handle one more?” There's a challenge in Shrapnel's question, his voice rough and lust-darkened. His fingers slip into my hair and his cock touches my lips. I open to let him in. He fills my mouth, and then I'm taking all three of my lovers at once. I've never felt so complete, like we're all just four parts of a whole. I can't imagine things any other way.
They fuck me. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. I wiggle and squeeze them and press myself into them and use my tongue for all it's worth, fucking each other absolutely senseless.
My body can't take it anymore and I start to quiver between them. I'm losing control of my muscles, and when they all contract, Bull and Diesel moan like dirty echoes of the ecstasy I’m feeling inside. Shrapnel thrusts harder, taking charge of my mouth, and when he gets just a little rough, I clench again, creating a chain reaction. We really are one big, dirty, sex machine.
And with that thought, I go over the edge, moaning loudly around Shrapnel as Bull and Diesel speed up, carrying me through my orgasm like a wave carrying a surfer safely to shore. I shudder between them, my insides pulsing with lusty, sinful heat. I come so hard they have to stop fucking me since I'm clenched too tight. My whole body is supersensitive, acutely aware of every spot their fingertips touch me, every individual hair Shrapnel is pulling, every drop of us that trickles down the insides of my thighs, every brush of air that passes over my sex-reddened skin.
It's too much for Diesel. He groans and drives himself home, stretching me as he finishes and his heat floods me in places I’ve never felt it before. It sets off Bull, and then the both of them are pulsing and moaning, filling me with their slick cum, front and back. Shrapnel bites off a muttered curse. The taste of him coats my tongue and slides down my throat as I swallow eagerly. If there's anything more perfect than all four of us getting there at once, I can't imagine what it is.
For what seems like the longest time, we're one connected heap of aftershocks concentrating on just breathing. Then Shrapnel withdraws with a shiver from my lips, chuckling. “Fuck, sensitive.” Diesel withdraws gently next, and Bull slips out last, though I remain lying on him, using his broad pec for a pillow.
“Close your eyes. It’s gonna be bright when I take off the scarf.” Shrapnel unknots it and pulls it off, while Diesel unties my wrists. I blink carefully to adjust and then I see the smiles of my guys as I brace against Bull's chest to lift my head.
“God, we're a mess.” I giggle.
“Just the way it should be.” Diesel traces my spine with his fingertip, making me wiggle.
“If we can't make a mess of the girl we love, what's the fucking point?” Bull kisses me, before what he said registers.
I push back until he lets me up, frowning like he's worried something's wrong. “Can you say that again?”