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’s a good thing you didn’t or you wouldn’t be here with me now,” I whisper, “and I want you here with me.” I follow the words with a kiss, opening for him immediately as our passion ignites.
I feel hands all over me, and I don’t know if they’re Maddox’s, Riggs’s, or my own, but together, we’re working our clothes off, dropping them carelessly to the floor at our feet. The feel of their warm skin against mine is heaven and I let my fingers dance over the hills and valleys of their arms… their abs… and lower.
My mind becomes… singular.
Need.
Want.
More.
Everything.
Something changed tonight. I feel wild in the way I did that first night with them, when I was anonymous and free, except now, I’m known… and free. It’s a powerfully heady combination, a recklessness that comes only from the safety net Riggs and Maddox can provide.
I want to fly. I want to be pinned down. I want to be fucked until my body can’t take any more, and then fucked again. I want to be worshiped divinely. I want to feel everything, experience all that I can. I want to blot out the world and exist only in the pocket we create.
My hips buck as the emptiness inside me aches, needing relief. “Fuck me,” I moan as Maddox slides a finger into me, petting the front wall of my pussy. “Now.”
“This what you want, Princess?” he murmurs, the vibration of his words teasing over my clit.
“Yes,” I hiss. “More.”
“You want us in your ass too?” That’s not what I meant, but a shudder immediately works through me and I almost lose my footing. “Taking that as a yes,” Maddox growls.
Like a choreographed dance, Maddox stands up in front of me as Riggs moves behind me, swiping a hand over my pussy lips before spreading my own juices over my asshole. I should stop him, or ask Maddox to do it instead, but I don’t. I want Riggs’s thick finger there to stretch me, to fill me until I’m overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Relax,” Riggs groans, pressing in a bit. I make a whimpering noise, and Maddox takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking painfully hard and nipping the sensitive flesh to distract me from the intensity of Riggs working his way into me. “Fuck, Kayla. You’re so damn tight. Relax for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just do it. I don’t care if it hurts. I want it. I want you.” The words are a tumble of encouragement as I go liquid for him, inch by inch, and his finger slips into me, filling me and making my eyes roll in their sockets.
Maddox holds me up, my head lolling on his shoulder, and he snakes his hand back to my pussy. He gives me one finger too, and though it’s not as much as I can usually take, with Riggs in my ass, it feels so full.
And then Maddox adds another finger, curling it up to find my G-spot and sending electricity through every nerve in my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck.”
Maddox whispers in my ear, “One day, we’re gonna take you like this. One of us fucking your pussy and one of us taking your ass.”
I’ve never even considered that before, and now, I want it desperately. But I can’t speak, can’t get the words out to agree. I can only nod weakly, swept away by what my body’s rocked with.
They’re moving, not in some synchronized way that has them entering me together and retreating together, and not each one pistoning in opposition. The way they finger fuck me is as unique as each man is. Riggs is going slow, overloading my system with every deep thrust as he angles my hips back to get even deeper. On his side, Maddox is jackhammering me hard, his palm popping against my clit deliciously.
My whole body goes tight, the build-up reaching a crescendo that threatens to overtake me. I grab onto Maddox for support, my nails digging into his chest as I bury my face into his shoulder. “Yes!” I cry out as pulsing waves shoot through me again and again and I fall into the overwhelming pleasure they’ve wrought on my body.
But they know me, know what I need without my even saying it, and don’t stop.
Riggs begins to pump harder and faster at my sensitive asshole, and the stretch of him there feels more intense. Did he add another finger? Oh, God, he did. And Maddox’s hand is blurring over my whole pussy, rubbing my lips and teasing over my clit punishingly fast. It feels good, but it’s too much. I clench my legs, trying to communicate because my mouth is too dry from my cries of pleasure.
“Be a good girl and go again, Princess.”
“Cover us with your cum. I want to drink it up.”