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)
That is until I feel Riggs’s sheathed crown at my entrance. I don’t know when he took his pants off or where he got a condom. Maybe I lost consciousness for a moment? It feels possible with as hard as I just came. “I’ll try to go slow, but fuuuck, Kayla…” he groans. Those words have my vision clearing immediately, and I clench. “Nuh-uh, relax for me,” Riggs instructs. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Come here,” Maddox says, lifting my face to his. His smile feels intimate, like he was participating in what Riggs just did to my body, not merely holding me up. And when he steals my mouth with a kiss, I forget to tense up as Riggs pushes slowly into me, stretching me inch by delicious inch.
He’s right, there’s pain, but it’s the good kind that feels delicious and naughty, not actual hurting. Riggs pulls back and slowly thrusts back in, again and again, to let me adjust to him, but I can hear the cost it’s taking on him, his groans getting rougher with every stroke he makes. Breaking the kiss with Maddox, I assure Riggs, “I can take it. I can take you.”
Maddox’s eyes search mine for a moment and then he looks past me. It feels like they’re communicating silently again, and maybe they are, because with a roar, Riggs goes wild on me.
He’s careful, I think that’s his nature, but he’s such a monster to begin with that even his gentle is still deliciously rough, his hands gripping my hips to pull me back onto him so forcefully that I struggle to keep my footing in the heels I never had a chance to take off. Thankfully so, because they put me at just the right height for Riggs to plow into me.
I brace myself on the bed with spread hands, my head falling lower and lower until my cheek rests on Maddox’s thigh. Feeling wanton, I nuzzle at the hard ridge behind the zipper of his slacks.
“You want me too, Princess? I’d be happy to fuck your throat while Riggs fucks your cunt.”
He’s testing me, searching for my limits both physically and mentally, but I don’t know where they are any more than he does. I’ve never done this, but something about what he said sounds… so sexy. In answer, I fumble to undo his zipper and he graciously takes over, doing it for me. His cock is long and thick, hard and proud as he pulls himself out of his underwear. He grips himself at the base, and a drop of clear fluid appears at his tip. I lick my lips, wanting to taste it, and seeing the quick appearance of my tongue, he swipes the precum from his crown with his thumb and runs it over my bottom lip, coating it. It feels like a reward and I greedily suck his thumb into my mouth the way I want to suck his dick.
Taking my hair into his hand, he holds it out of the way and guides my mouth to his erection. I realize that Riggs has paused behind me, like he wants to see this too.
I swirl my tongue over Maddox’s head, tasting the sweetly-salty fluid, and then take an inch into my mouth, still swirling my tongue around him. He groans, shifting his hips and spreading his legs, giving me full access. Licking down his shaft, I smile, feeling powerful. Riggs starts fucking me again, slower but still so deeply, and that feeling of power intensifies.
This could easily feel wrong, or like they’re using me as nothing more than holes to fill. But it doesn’t. It feels like I’m the goddess they both want, they both need, they both worship, gratefully fulfilling my desires, which ironically, is to fulfill theirs. We’re a perfect, never-ending circle of pleasure.
Gradually, I take more of Maddox’s length into my mouth, coating him with my saliva, and he begins to bump up against the back of my throat. I swallow reflexively and Maddox groans, giving me another taste of his precum.
“Fuck, I can’t last like this,” Maddox groans. “It’s too good.”
It feels like they’re talking to each other, not me, and like they had one of those telepathic conversations above me, they start thrusting into me simultaneously—Maddox into my throat and Riggs into my pussy.
I feel… full.
I feel… feral.
I feel… free.
The thought hits me hard, and the orgasm bears down on me before I know what’s happening. It’s different this time. I stay here, aware of what’s happening even as the pleasure explodes through me.
“She’s coming,” Riggs grunts behind me, his thrusts becoming rough and hard and fast again. He’s lost timing with Maddox, who is fucking my mouth so wildly that I lose suction around him. Still, as he begins to spurt jet after jet of hot cum, I catch as much of it as I can, swallowing over and over. Riggs holds me in place, violently slamming into me so deep that I gag on Maddox, but none of us stop.