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)
“Fuck, I have dreamed of tasting you again,” Riggs rumbles, the heat of his breath ghosting over my skin.
Feeling the responding rush of liquid at my core, I command, “Do it.”
Riggs might’ve been unsure how to undo my dress, but he flicks apart the bodysuit’s snaps like he knew exactly where they were. He presses on my lower back, guiding me to bend forward toward Maddox, who’s waiting to support me. My head on his shoulder, he takes my breasts into his hands, cupping them and strumming my nipples.
Riggs throws the loosened bodysuit up over my butt, and I clench at the sensation of being so exposed, especially with his face right there. But there’s no time for embarrassment or nerves because he buries his face against me like a starved man.
His nose in my ass, he licks a long line from my clit up to my entrance, dipping the tip in for more. He groans like I’m the delicacy he’s been craving, and my eyes flutter closed as the vibration works through me. Unconsciously, I slide my feet apart more, wanting his mouth, his tongue, his fingers. All of it, right now. And he gives it to me, devouring my pussy with hungry licks, sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking hard, and even fucking me with his stiffened tongue. It’s everything I fantasized it would be again, and I ride his face, chasing my orgasm like a greedy bitch.
“Make it fast, Kayla,” Maddox tells me, his hands dipping into the lingerie’s cups. He tweaks my nipples sharply, holding the tight pinch as he rolls the hardened nubs in his fingers, and I hiss at the delicious bite. He’s already punishing me, keeping me on the line of pain and pleasure. I want to hate it, but I wish he’d do it again. “Riggs can’t wait much longer. And if you’re not ready, he’ll destroy your sweet little cunt with his big cock.” Earlier, he was teasing about that. Right now, it sounds like a promise. One I want Riggs to keep.
Like he’s listening to Maddox’s filthy words too, Riggs takes his tongue away, and I whimper in need at the loss. Using his thumbs, he spreads my lips wide. It feels obscene, and though all I can see is the infuriating smirk on Maddox’s face, I can feel Riggs looking at my pussy.
“Think I can take you?” I taunt, knowing I already have and feeling pretty proud of that. Admittedly, that was after Maddox, and apparently, I’m getting Riggs’s monster cock first tonight, but I have faith in myself. Especially with how much I want them.
“I’ll make you take me,” he vows solemnly.
Oh, shit. That should not sound sexy. It’s threatening at a minimum. But my body doesn’t care about the nuances of his words, and I’m instantly on the edge of coming, even though nobody is touching my clit. “Touch me,” I plead, wanting this build-up to be worth the explosion. “Or I’m going to do it myself.”
I expect Riggs to bury his face in my pussy again. Instead, he stands, and for a second, I’m terrified he’s going to shove his ridiculously-oversized dick into me without warning. Thankfully, he takes the slightest mercy on me and fills me with two thick fingers instead. His other hand reaches over my hip, finds my clit, and starts working it hard and fast, his fingers swiping across the sensitive nub.
My breath catches, precariously on the edge of greatness, and the wet noises of my juices fill the room as he finger-fucks me. I should care that I’m a mess. I should care that I’m making keening, brainless noises of need. I should care that Maddox is watching me lose my damn mind, his eyes hungry for the show I’m putting on. But I don’t care about any of it. I can’t. All I can do is surrender to what Riggs is doing to me because it’s building up toward something spectacular.
I try to hold on to the edge as long as I can, but Riggs gruffly orders, “Come for me.” The need in his words and the power of his strokes are too much to withstand, and I dissolve into sparkles of heat as the waves of pleasure take me under. Distantly, I feel my body spasming, but I don’t worry for a second that I’ll fall. I trust that Maddox and Riggs will keep me up or let me down gently, and I don’t care which.
As I float back to Earth, I find that I have collapsed, my head on Maddox’s shoulder again, where he’s cradling me. “Pretty girl,” he praises.
That too should infuriate me. But my inner self is preening like a peacock, and yes, I know it’s the male peacocks that prance around, but I don’t care about that right now. I don’t care about anything, too spent to know my own name, much less anything else.