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)
“Get her tits, man,” Maddox tells Riggs. I feel my nipples being pinched, but my eyes have fluttered closed again, Maddox’s order to watch myself all but forgotten as the assault on my senses sweeps me under again.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’m close.” I don’t know how that happened so fast. I was sure I couldn’t.
“Do it. Come for me like a good girl,” Maddox grits out as his palm slaps my ass again.
I want to tell him to quit calling me that, but the orgasm overtakes me too fast and I can’t get the words out. I think they’re right—I don’t want to like that, but my body does. Waves of bliss roll through me and sparkles dance behind my lids, and still, Maddox is pounding into me, never slowing his frantic pace.
I feel myself lifted to my knees, one of Maddox’s arms wrapped around my chest just above my breasts and the other around my waist. His breath is hot on my ear as he rumbles, “Watch us. All three of us.”
Maddox’s head is visible over my shoulder, his knees inside mine, keeping me spread lewdly. Riggs’s back is a broad roadmap of tattoos, the muscles working as he stands at the bed’s edge. My nipples are red and hard, swollen from all the attention, and between my legs, I can see where Maddox and I meet as he continues to slam into me.
We look… erotic, sensual and sexy, and confidence rises in me that these two men want me. And I want them. It’s wrong, or at least some people would think so, but in this moment, it feels so very right.
Riggs’s hand goes to my clit and I grab at his forearm, trying to pull him away. I really can’t come again. But he’s so strong and his fingers are so good, and the stern look he gives me dares me to give in, so I swallow the words. He doesn’t tease gently at my clit this time. No, he matches Maddox’s intensity, his fingers pressed hard against me and blurring as they quickly swipe back and forth.
“Fuck, yes,” Maddox hisses in my ear, and his strokes become spastic as he comes. I can’t feel the heat of his cum through the condom, but I know it’s happening when he throws his head back and roars his release to the ceiling. An aftershock passes through me, not as strong as the orgasm I had moments ago, but it’s still so good.
Maddox slows as his eyes find mine in the mirror. The smile that steals across his face is pure masculine victory, and oddly enough, I don’t feel like I’ve lost anything. I feel like the much-coveted prize. He places a gentle kiss to my cheek as he slips out, then pushes himself away from the bed.
“You’ll want to lie down for him,” Maddox tells me, lifting his chin toward Riggs. “Trust me.”
I’m boneless, blissed-out, and feel like I could sleep for days. But Riggs is ready for his turn. Our turn. And he’s been oh, so patient. So have I, because despite the fatigue trying to work its way through my body, when I drop my eyes to the bulge in his jeans, my curiosity is freshly piqued again, waking me right up like a shot of caffeine straight into my bloodstream. “Let me see,” I finally get the chance to say. “All of you.”
Still on shaky knees, I watch as Riggs’s hands drop to his jeans. He pushes them down his hips and then swoops his boxer briefs over his dick and down under his balls like he’s presenting himself to me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. I think I shake my head ‘no’. I do not know the average length of a vagina, but I can only guess that it’s shorter than Riggs’s cock. And narrower. Definitely tighter. My own pussy clenches like she’s closing up shop early with no one else getting in, and I can’t blame her. I’ve seen penises this big, but they were dildos and vibrators Samantha sells as gag gifts. Ha! Gag gifts! Hell, I’m glad I didn’t try to suck Riggs off while Maddox was fucking me. Even if I were concentrating, I think I’d choke on the first third of him, and with the way Maddox was pushing and pulling me, I would’ve definitely puked on Riggs’s penis. Talk about embarrassing.
“You can take him. I got you ready, and I’ll help,” Maddox reassures me.
I’ve heard of being a wingman, but this is taking it to new heights. Or depths, actually. Lengths? I don’t have a chance to figure it out because Riggs’s eyes have darkened and they’re locked on me as he slides his big hand up and down his length, stroking himself. His tattoos dance as his forearms flex with the movement, and a bead of precum oozes from his crown, covering his fingers. “Can I taste?” I ask.