Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
He twirls a fingertip around my clit, making me quiver, then lifts one of my legs to the side, opening me wider still, and my juices run down the seam of my leg.
He wraps his fist around his beefy cock, lengthens it toward me, and nudges the head of it into my wet folds, and I let out a breath.
Cam bends to kiss my shoulder. “You ready for him?”
Physically, I’m in such a vulnerable position between them, but I don’t feel vulnerable at all. I trust that the two of them will take care of me in every way, even if a particular part of Wyatt’s anatomy looks incredibly imposing.
He’s watching me closely, waiting for the word. He’s pulled his shirt off too, and to say he’s stunningly handsome would be an understatement. Both men are the pinnacle of male perfection with their ridiculously cut abs, broad chests, and strong shoulders, and somehow I’m lucky enough to be here between them, ready to find out what their gorgeous bodies can do.
“I’m ready.”
Wyatt presses in slowly, the first inch of his cock disappearing inside me.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Cam punctuates his words by squeezing my nipple.
My pussy is stretched around Wyatt’s girth, eating him up as he pushes in a little further.
He slides a hand along the inside of my leg. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah, you feel good so far.”
His answering grin is warm as a summer’s day, and then, when he returns his focus to where our bodies are joined, his eyes burn hot as the sun.
His cock slides in another inch, then another. Still a few more to go, and I’m starting to feel very full. Pausing, he thumbs over my clit, and when I clench around him, he groans.
“It’s killing you to go slow, isn’t it, Wy?” Cam asks.
Wyatt bites his bottom lip and nods.
“I’m ready for more,” I say.
Wyatt’s fingers press into my leg, gripping me tighter, as his hips move in and he feeds more of himself into me. We both moan when he bottoms out, our bodies so close together, we’ve become one.
He stays that way for a long moment, fingering my clit, giving me time to relax and get used to the size of him. There’s discomfort, but it’s mild, and nothing at all when combined with the sight of him, the sound of Cam’s dirty talk at my ear, and the fact that this wild experience is another first for me, and one I never imagined I’d have—well, never imagined before I met these two men. But it’s also much more than I could have hoped for, and we’re just getting started.
In the stillness, Wyatt’s cock throbs inside me, like a heartbeat.
“You ready for him to fuck you, Stel?” Cam’s shortened version of my name makes something flutter in my chest.
I let out a breath and nod. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
Wyatt pulls back, slowly and steadily retreating, the head of his cock dragging along my inner walls in a way I’ll never get over. My head falls back against Cam, who’s holding me steady as I prepare for the most intense experience of my life.
Wyatt fills me anew, as tenderly as someone can with a tool that large. He pulls nearly out and pushes in, again and again, each time with increasing speed and intensity, monitoring my face as he goes.
“You feel incredible, Stella.” The gentleness in his expression takes me by surprise. I lock eyes with him and we stay that way as he fucks me, deep and steady and delicious, my pussy gripping him each time he retreats, then welcoming him back home over and over.
He switches things up, burying himself deep, then working his hips to grind his pelvis against my body.
“Oh god, oh yes. Just like that!” The pressure of him, along with the fullness, and the friction—”Oh god, I’m gonna come!”
I reach for Wyatt, and also search for Cam behind me with my other hand, and it’s like that, connected to the two of them, grasping onto their hard bodies for all I’m worth, that I come apart. It’s so amazingly intense that I scream—I actually scream—and just after I crest the peak, a single laugh bursts out of me without warning.
Wyatt is still filling me, still grinding his body against me, keeping rhythm with my body’s own contractions. It’s magical and mind-blowing, and attentive in the most skillful way.
Suddenly, a sense of overwhelm engulfs me. I’ve never experienced anything like this, never even dreamed that I could, and as I try to take it all in, a bundle of emotion forces its way out in the form of tears, and I’m powerless to stop them.
CHAPTER 40
WYATT
Oh shit, oh fuck, I got carried away.
“Stella, are you okay?” I pull out and bend over her, each of her tears like a knife to my chest.