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)
Maddox hums, amused and turned on. “You will.”
Shit. I’m about to beg now because the edge is right there, so close I can almost touch it. So close I can almost fall over it from the faint brush of Riggs’s breath.
“I don’t need you to make me come. I can do it myself.” With his blasted athletic reflexes, Maddox moves before I can, catching my hands in one of his and holding my arms over my head, effectively trapping me. It’s a vulnerable feeling, but with them, it’s wonderfully freeing, letting me relax in a lot of ways I normally never would. Still, I writhe, encouraging Riggs.
“Not until I’ve filled you with cum. Maddox has filled you with cum. Your pussy is quivering with the need to come. And… you beg for it.”
I lift my head, fire-filled eyes finding a sexy, possessive Riggs. Whatever insecurities he had after his divorce are gone. He’s secure enough in us… in me… to be himself. In all his rough, cocky, yet still caring glory.
Maddox won’t be so gentle. Already, his hand is tightening on my wrists and his other one is plucking at my nipples, making them harder with each tantalizing pinch.
I cry out at the mix of pleasure and pain, my pussy responding to the welcome abuse of my breasts. “Well, get on with it then,” I gasp.
Maddox huffs out a laugh. Riggs responds crisply, “Yes ma’am.”
But though I’m urging them on and Riggs is calling me ma’am, I’m not in control. That’d be them, both of them…
Maddox sucks and tweaks my nipples, Riggs carefully stretches me with his fingers and then fucks me hard with his monstrous cock, gritting out my name over and over like a prayer until he roars out his release and fills me up.
Before I can even breathe, Maddox flips me over to kneel in the lounger and fucks me even harder, his hand raining down on my ass cheeks over and over to the point where they’re heated even when he’s not spanking me. He has to stop more, feeling that I’m getting dangerously close to coming too soon, but it only drives both of us wilder. When he realizes I won’t be able to hold off, he switches to my mouth, holding my hair tight as he slips into my throat again and again. I give him my all, swallowing him down greedily when he fills my mouth.
“Your turn,” Riggs reminds me. As if I’ve forgotten. I’ve nearly come half a dozen times already and I think the slightest touch will send me flying by this point. “Just one thing left…”
Fuck. I hoped he’d forgotten the begging part of his plan, but like he’s been taking lessons from me on checking each box, he remembers exactly what he said was going to happen.
I clamp my mouth shut, but my hips buck of their own volition, begging for themselves. I hope it’s enough.
Riggs slips two fingers inside me, curling them up to my front wall, and circles my clit with his other thumb, expertly working me but not making me come. Yet.
His movements are slower than they have been, less urgent, but rather than letting the edge slip further away, it comes closer and closer again.
I can feel every muscle in my body going taut.
I can feel hot sparkles start to form along my skin.
I can feel my pussy walls gripping his fingers, pulsating around them as I fight to pull him deeper.
Still, I keep my mouth shut, whimpering in my throat, but refusing to beg. If I make him wait for the reward he desperately wants too, maybe he’ll go faster… or harder… and the orgasm will be unstoppable, giving me the release I need.
“So wild and needy,” he groans, “but still fighting for control. Let go, pretty girl. Let me love you. I love you. I love you.”
I should’ve known better. He doesn’t change his movements and it’s not anything he does that ultimately makes me beg. It’s what he said.
“Oh God! Please… please… Riggs… please.” I pant out each plea to the night sky, and then the world disappears as my eyes slam closed and my hearing goes distant. My body shatters into a million pieces.
Sometime later, I hear them talking to me. “Good girl.”
Fucking Maddox knows I hate that… after. During, it has unexpected physical benefits. I must make some noise because I hear Maddox’s amused chuckle.
“Kayla?” Riggs says, pulling my consciousness back to my body. “You okay?”
Eyes still closed, I ask, “That depends. Is my body Jell-O?”
Riggs laughs then. “No. Flesh and bone, heart and soul, same as always.”
I nod. “Then I’m great.”
Later, as we’re climbing into bed and I’m snuggling up in between my two favorite bookends, that moment replays in my head.
I am great. Better than I ever dreamed.
More than not being alone, I’m with the two men who took the time to get to know the real me, the me I’ve always kept hidden deep inside walls made of ice. Being wrapped in Riggs and Maddox’s warm embrace feels like a safe haven, not the trap I always feared love would be for a woman with my last name, and with them, I am finally truly free.