Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
When she smiles up at me, I feel like even with as far as we’ve come, we just went even further. No, even deeper. And that’s saying a lot for a shallow guy like me. I smile back, although mine’s just slightly evil, but in a good way. “You’d better get up on the bed. He’s ready for you.”
I jerk my head toward Riggs, who is impatiently waiting his turn again. He helps her up, checking her knees to make sure the soft rug hasn’t given her burn marks, and then physically lifts her in his arms to bring her to the bed. He lies down first this time, pulling her over him so that she’s straddling his hips. “Sit on me. I want to see your pretty pussy swallow me up the way your mouth did.”
She aligns herself with his cock, sinking onto him bit by bit with all of us watching him disappear into her body. “Holy shit, man. You won’t believe how good she feels bare.” He grunts roughly, and she keeps going. “So hot and tight, slick and wet for us.” Kayla’s hands find Riggs’s chest for leverage, and she begins to bounce on him. Her tits sway, and a wave of recoil goes through the muscles of her ass with every move.
I stroke myself, watching them fuck. No, watching them make love, his eyes softening as he stares up at her in awe, her mouth working over and over again as she whispers his name. I’m ready again, but I can wait this time. Riggs needs this. So does Kayla.
Maybe I do too.
She rides him as long as she can, until the sensations overwhelm her and she collapses forward, lying on Riggs’s chest. He wraps his arms around her, grabbing her ass cheeks so tightly that I can see the divots in her flesh, and he fucks her from below, guiding her to match his pace. In minutes, he’s panting loudly and she’s crying out on every exhale. They go still for a frozen moment before they both shudder, bucking wildly as they roar out their orgasms.
I expect Kayla to need a moment to recover, but when she glances over her shoulder at me, it’s with a glint of challenge in her eye. She climbs off Riggs, pressing a sloppy kiss to his mouth, and then lies back with her head on my pillow. “You call me Princess. Are you going to fuck me like one too?”
Oh, she wants to play.
“Always,” I vow.
But that doesn’t mean what she thinks it does. I shove her legs apart, planting my hand just below her belly button to hold her still, and push two fingers inside her. I gather Riggs’s cum from inside her, scooping it out and then painting it over her tits, one hard nipple then the other. As far as I’m concerned, I’m anointing her in it, and I’ll do the same after I fill her with mine. She writhes with every thrust of my fingers, wanting more, and once I deem her as tortured as I was, only then do I settle over her, propping myself up on my elbows as I make space for myself between her thighs.
“I can fuck you missionary anytime you want, Princess. That doesn’t mean it’s going to be sweet,” I taunt. In one motion, I slam in balls-deep. Fuck, Riggs was right. Being inside her with no barriers between us—physically or emotionally—is heaven.
Her hands grip my arms, nails digging into the flesh and likely leaving half-moon imprints I’ll look at with pride tomorrow. She wraps her legs over mine, her heels digging deep into my calves as she urges me on.
Despite her commentary to the contrary, Kayla is no pillow princess and she fucks me back as wildly as she did that first night. Maybe even more so. Now that she knows she’s safe with us, she can be free to do and feel and be whoever she wants, secure in the knowledge that we’ll not only support it, but we also want that from her. She’s perfect, she’s ours, exactly as she is.
The sound of our hips slamming together echoes through the room, the rhythmic beat a music all its own. But it’s too good and before I know it, I’m too far gone. I jerk, spilling cum inside her with every pulse as I grit out her name. She desperately arches for more, not wanting to be left behind.
But I’m keeping my promise, even if it was only to myself. I pull out of her and as she cries out at the loss, I quickly replace my cock with my fingers, gathering my own cum from inside her and rubbing it over her pussy. She’s sensitive, I know she is, so I don’t focus too hard on her clit, but instead, I make sure to cover her entire center with our combined juices, greedily dipping inside her for more.