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)
It feels hedonistic, like it’s something I should feel selfish or guilty about, but instead, I feel fulfilled in a way that has nothing to do with the stretch from Riggs.
“Probably so,” Riggs agrees, lowering down until he’s pressing me into the bed with his arms wrapped under my armpits to hold my shoulders and his face buried in my hair. There’s a sense of being pinned, of being trapped beneath him, but it’s in the most overwhelmingly good way. I feel taken and protected simultaneously. I know he’s holding some of his weight off, not smushing me completely, and I almost want him to relax further. I wrap my arms around him, my hands splayed on his back, welcoming him.
He fucks me slow and deep, the intensity different but no less impactful than Maddox’s rough, wild fucking. They’re like two sides of the same perfect coin, both caring for my body and pleasure but showing it in such different ways.
The way Riggs is stretching me and lying so heavily over me has him hitting some spot deep inside me that I didn’t know existed. It’s not my G-spot, where his fingers were teasing before, but rather something more primal, and to my surprise, another orgasm starts to build inside me. Unsure what’s happening to me, I hold him tightly, and he freezes, not moving as I begin to buck beneath him.
“You okay?” he groans, but it’s quickly followed by a curse. “Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
His breath is ragged, hot against my neck, and I feel the edge of his teeth, not biting, but like he’s grimacing against the onslaught of pleasure.
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I’m a missile seeking a release, again. But this is bigger somehow than all the other orgasms I’ve had tonight. Finally, a tight band of restraint I didn’t know I was holding on to flies away, unleashing me to the darkness behind my lids. Or maybe the darkness of the universe. My whole being rearranges itself. I think I cry out, I think I shudder, and I’m sure Riggs can feel that I’m coming again, but I’m lost to the roaring in my ears and the waves racking through my body.
As I start to become aware—conscious?—again, I realize Riggs is fucking me deep and hard and fast, his grunts nothing more than a constant rumble in his chest. As the world fully comes back, he roars out his release. I feel him somehow go even harder and bigger inside me, and my body rushes to ease his way, covering him with the sticky juices of my orgasm as he pulses into the condom.
“Holy fuck, Princess,” he murmurs before taking my mouth with a kiss.
“What he said,” Maddox echoes.
I grin into Riggs’s kiss, opening my eyes to find that Maddox has come all over his hand and is already wiping off on a towel I never saw him get.
I look from one man to the other, the gravity of what we’ve just done sinking in. I wait for the shame, the horror, the disappointment in myself to come, but it… doesn’t. I just feel… what is this sensation in my chest?
Happy. I think it’s happiness.
Odd, I haven’t felt that for a long time.
Riggs slips out of me and gets off to give me space. I excuse myself to the bathroom to clean up despite both men saying they’ll help me, and I stare at my reflection in the mirror. “Kayla Anne Harrington,” I whisper, my hand pressed to my mouth, tracing the smile that refuses to go away, “you are such a slut.”
But the word isn’t said with any ill will. It actually sends a thrill through me again. Maybe I should tell Maddox to call me that instead of good girl and see what my body does then? I think he would absolutely be willing to participate in that experiment. My smile grows exponentially and I have to bite my lip to quiet a laugh at the idea.
When I go back out to the guys, expecting them to be rushing me out the door, I instead find they’ve ordered Chinese food to be delivered and have fluffed the pillows on the king-size bed for me to take my place between them.
I wake up slowly, feeling warm and snuggled between two brick walls. But with a breath, last night comes back to me in a rush and though my eyes fly open, I keep my body still. Riggs and Maddox are sprawled out on either side of me, sleeping the deep, hard sleep of the totally satisfied.
After I returned to the bed last night, we’d eaten our delivered food and talked for hours, about everything and nothing. It’d been easy and comfortable, and for the first time ever, I’d felt like I didn’t have to live up to any expectations of who or what I am. To Riggs and Maddox, I was simply Kay.