Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
Sitting up, I removed Ocean’s tank from around my waist and threw my leg over Coby’s shoulder, straddling her face in a crouch and lowering my pussy onto her waiting tongue.
The first swipe had me digging my fingers into my thick thighs as I threw my head back and groaned. I was already so close. My arousal was a fountain at this point, making a mess of Coby’s lips and chin as I rocked my hips. The only other person I ever felt this insatiable with was Ocean.
I looked over my shoulder where the armchair sat in the corner. I pictured him sprawled in it, stoically watching his angel devour my wicked little pussy. The only sign that he enjoyed being cuckolded would be the hand stroking his dick while he waited for his turn.
“Oh, my God, bestie,” I cried as my hips kicked into overdrive.
Coby hummed as she lashed my clit, and then her hands found my ass, spreading the heavy globes apart and opening me up for her tongue to travel through my folds. The moment her tongue circled my opening, I knew I was going to come. Coby must have known it, too, because she promptly returned to my clit, and that was all she fucking wrote.
I was done for.
My legs shook as I threw my head back and released in her mouth. Coby, like the deceptively innocent little freak she was, greedily slurped it all up. I was too spent to trust that I could stay upright, so I collapsed on the bed next to her to catch my breath.
Coby had other plans.
My pussy was still a throbbing wet mess when Coby nudged my thighs apart and climbed between them. I cracked my eyes open in time to see her straddling me sideways, lowering all that glistening pink…
“Shit, Coby,” I cried when I felt our pussies kiss. My clit gave an excited twitch that Coby no doubt felt since ours were lined up perfectly to stimulate one another.
“It can always be like this,” she moaned as she began to rock her hips while holding onto my raised thigh. I could feel the wet friction of her pussy massaging mine as she rode me. Used me. “If you stayed…we could spend the day playing together while Ocean was away. And when he came home, he’d use us again. We would be safe, loved, and free to love. We would never want for anything. Our kids would even be siblings. We could be together. Happy. Never having to part or be too busy with our separate families to see each other as much as we used to. We’d be a family. It would be all of us against the world. We could sleep in the same bed and wake up together every morning. All you have to do is say yes. Say yes, and we’re yours. Forever.”
I saw the picture Coby painted clear as day in my mind as I held onto her hip and fucked her pussy from below.
Ocean would forbid us from playing without him because he was cruel and jealous. Coby and I would break the rules anyway to make him hurry home to punish us. I imagined him coming in after a long day and taking one of us before he went to sleep, and using the other in the morning before he left for work. I imagined how much more merry the holidays would be with three, never feeling alone or unloved with Ocean and Coby always around. I pictured Coby and my kids growing up together as real siblings and not just pretend. I’d never have to worry about her moving away because her husband got a new job on the other side of the country.
In my fantasy, we both wore Ocean’s ring, and it meant something.
But in reality, only Coby did.
I’d like to say it didn’t matter to me, but it did—because no matter what they promised, Ocean and Coby would always have a higher claim on each other than I ever could. I’d just be the mistress times two.
“Hunter… I’m going to come.” Coby gasped before I could break her heart all over again by saying no. “You feel so fucking good.”
My lids lowered even more as I wound my hips and lost myself to the sensation we created.
Somehow, this always felt twice as intimate as anything else we’d done. Fused together like this, I couldn’t tell where I ended and Coby began. I didn’t care about right or wrong, hearts and souls, or who belonged to whom. All I could do was fuck.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I praised. “Come on my pussy, bestie. I want to feel you squirt.”
If Ocean walked into the apartment right now, there would be no denying what we were up to as our cries rose and mingled to create a sinful harmony with the wet glide of our pussies rubbing and grinding together as backup. It was messy, electric, and filthy.