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)
“I could fucking play with you all day.” Bull pulls me backwards, disconnecting me from Shrapnel, guiding me towards the corner couch at the far end of the lounge. He lays me down on it, kneeling on the floor next to me and leaning in. “But we don't have all day, so I'm moving this party along.”
With a solid grip on my breast, he presses his lips into mine, taking his kiss, then chasing it with a nibble on my lower lip, giving just a tug before letting go. Someone captures my free nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Fingers hook my panties and start tugging them over my hips. It only takes me a moment's hesitation before I lift to help them. As the last vestige of my modesty slides past my ass and down my thighs, I'm fully exposed to all three of them.
Three!
My heart was racing before but when rough hands press my thighs apart, exposing me fully, it goes into overdrive. Bull must notice me stiffen, because he slides his fingers through my hair. “Easy, girl. We're not gonna hurt you. You're in charge. Say stop, and we're done, but I think you should at least give us a chance to show you how good we can make this for you.”
He kisses his way down my jaw towards my throat. Shrapnel is the one latched to my breast while he teases his fingertips over my hips. Skin brushes against the insides of my thighs, so it has to be Diesel who just got between them. Something thick and wet slides across my pussy, parting the lips all the way up to my clit, where it flicks up, firing a surge of pure pleasure straight through me. I moan into Bull's mouth, finding his thigh and Shrapnel's arm to cling to so I don't launch right off the cushion. Heck, I might launch right out of the plane at this point.
“What about this? Is this sex?” Bull asks again.
It’s so much harder to shake my head this time, and I’m not even sure if I believe it. This is already more intense than anything else I’ve experienced.
When Diesel does it again, I can't hold back a throaty moan. No one's ever made me feel like this. I thought I was getting pretty good at making myself feel good with my fingers and toys, but nothing compares to the hard shocks of sexy delight coursing through me with every swipe of Diesel's extremely talented tongue.
Shrapnel pulls my hand from his arm to wrap my fingers around his thickness, and I can hardly believe how much there is of him to hold. It's not easy to concentrate while someone slides his tongue through my pussy and someone else kisses me senseless, but I do my best, sliding my fingers up and down as much as I can get my fingers around. He wraps his hand around mine and helps me along, showing me exactly how he likes it.
It doesn't take long before I'm pressing my shoulders and ass into the couch, arching into a tight bridge with shaking thighs as the first explosion is about to take me out.
“What about this?” Bull growls into my ear.
It hits me just as Diesel drives his tongue right into my pussy, thick and forceful. With a tortured groan that I pray doesn't carry through the door, I come apart between the three of them. The mouth on my breast, the fingers in my hair, the touches… touches everywhere. Six hands explore my naked body, all conspiring to drive me right over a cliff into the wild blue yonder, and the plummet leaves my head spinning. When I shut my eyes, I see fireworks and when I open them again, I'm still blinded by the spots. I come hard, clinging to them until I finally collapse back onto the couch.
“Y—yes? No? I don’t…” Okay, so maybe deciding exactly where the line is drawn is harder than I thought.
No one would ever believe this if I told them. Not that I think I ever could bring myself to. Heck, I don't think I believe it myself. This is some kind of wild fever dream, but when I open my eyes, they're all still there, looking smug, sexy and hard as steel.
I resume my stroking on Shrapnel's amazing cock, and reach for Diesel's when he climbs up the couch to hover over me. The pulse of his blood rushing through his cock presses against my palm as I grip him.
“Fuck,” Diesel moans.
“That's fucking perfect,” Shrapnel adds in a lust-darkened voice.
I'm so absorbed in the feel of them that it takes a moment before the sound of plastic tearing registers, but then I look up at Bull, who's just rolled on a condom.
This is insane. I’m on my father’s private jet, only two unlocked doors from where he's having a meeting about a program that could upend so many lives, about to have sex with three bikers I barely even know. I couldn't have made this up in my fantasies, never mind believe it's about to happen for real.