Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he rasps again. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
The two men work in tandem, one devouring my tits, the other mapping every nerve in my neck and shoulders. It’s overwhelming, the intensity of being the focus of so much want. My brain shorts out; all I can do is close my eyes and let them.
Brent pulls back, then stands, lifting me easily onto the bed. The sheets are cool, slick against my bare skin. I scramble to cover myself, suddenly shy, but James is already on the mattress beside me. He strokes my thigh, slow and deliberate, his other hand tangling in my hair to keep me facing him.
He kisses me. It’s different from Brent’s—less force, more finesse. His tongue flicks, his lips teasing, drawing out the moment until I’m desperate for more. Brent kneels on the floor at the foot of the bed and spreads my knees, fingers digging into the soft skin above my knees.
“You’re so beautiful,” Brent says, voice ragged.
James kisses my jaw, my shoulder, down the line of my arm. His hands never stop moving—over my ribs, across my belly, up to squeeze my breasts, then back down again, mapping me like a lawyer prepping a witness.
Brent trails kisses up the inside of my thigh. His breath is hot; the stubble on his chin rasps against my skin. He pauses, looks up at me, and grins.
“You ready?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer.
He licks me. Once, slow and broad, the flat of his tongue from my entrance to the top of my clit. I jolt, back arching. He does it again, then flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, fast and merciless.
“Fuck!” I cry, and James bites my nipple, not hard enough to hurt but enough to shock me. He pushes my knees back for my friend, holding me open to be devoured.
“Work her cunt,” he rasps. “She’s a dirty whore who can’t get enough dicks and tongue in her holes.”
They devour me like animals, each picking up where the other leaves off, keeping me strung tight between them. Brent alternates between licking and sucking, sometimes gentle, sometimes brutal, while James teases my breasts and mouth, always keeping my focus divided.
Brent pushes a finger inside me, slow and crooked. I moan and clutch the sheets, my thighs shaking. He adds a second finger, crooking to hit the spot that makes my toes curl. At the same time, James kisses me, smothering my moans in his mouth.
“Good girl,” Brent growls. “Take it. You love this, don’t you, my little fuckslut?”
I nod, barely coherent. “Yes, fuck, yes. Yes yes yes!”
James moves lower, mouth on my other nipple, tongue circling, teeth scraping just enough to keep me on edge. I feel like I’m being eaten alive in the best possible way.
The first orgasm builds fast, a pressure in my stomach that I can’t slow down. Brent senses it, sucks my clit harder, fingers pumping in and out of me. James tweaks my nipple, just a little cruel, and I explode.
“Unnnnh!” I scream. Not a little moan, but a full-throated, animal cry. My legs clamp around Brent’s head, but he doesn’t stop—he keeps licking, keeps fucking me with his fingers until the aftershocks leave me limp and boneless.
James kisses my cheek, my eyelids, whispers, “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect, sweetheart, so goddamn slutty and wet all the time.”
But they don’t let up. Brent climbs onto the bed, forcing me onto my hands and knees so that my big breasts are pressed against the coverlet. My ass is high up in the air, pussy exposed, and James lines up behind me. The alpha male slides a hand between my legs and teases my clit, slow circles that make me squirm. Meanwhile, Brent holds my face in his hands, kissing me deep, his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth.
“Unnnh!” I moan desperately as James pinches my clit. “Oh shit!”
James grunts and fingers me from behind, sliding two digits into my slippery cunt. Brent palms my breasts, biting my collarbone, telling me I belong to him. The mix of pain and pleasure is too much; an orgasm slams into me, insanely intense.
“Unnnh!” I scream helplessly as my pussy quakes, hot tremors ripping through my walls. I squeeze and shake on James’s fingers, almost cracking his knuckles in the process.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Oh shit, you’re tight.”
I sob and writhe, but they hold me steady, working me through every spasm until I’m gasping for breath.
After, they lay me back on the sheets and start undressing, slow and deliberate. I watch, dazed, as shirts and pants are removed, revealing muscle and scars and skin that’s nothing like mine—hard, tanned, rough in spots, and utterly male. When their boxers come off, I literally gasp and sit up, eyes wide.
“What?” I stammer, staring at the huge tools stiff and straight between their legs. “Oh my god, I can’t possibly—”