Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“When you compliment us, it only gives us bigger heads,” I explain, my breath tickling against her ear. “And not the ones on our shoulders.”
She lets out a moan that makes my dick practically fucking seep with the need to be inside her. Such a tease, this girl. Lying next to her for two nights straight without taking and claiming her as our own has been its own form of torture. But she needed rest. Now she’s had too much of it, apparently.
“You’re not getting in my pants,” she sasses, her voice breathy from the angel bite—a seductive drug she’d taken earlier to try and help her relax. Despite months of training, flirting, falling…
She has never given into her lust for us and that ends now. I need to taste her, feel her, claim her.
“What about in your bra?” Rodion teases, sliding under her skimpy tank top that barely covers her breasts.
“Mmm…” Her soft moan is encouraging.
“I think that’s a yes,” I tell him.
She lets out a sharp breath when I bite the side of her neck.
“Zahkar,” she whimpers.
My dick jolts at her calling my name. There was a time I hated being given a new name by my adoptive father, Andru, until Rodion used it for the first time. It sounds different on the lips of someone you care about so fucking deeply.
“Yes, princess?” I taunt.
Her kitten-like growl sends Rodion into a bout of laughter.
“I am Alyona Voskoboynikov,” she says primly. “You can call me Queen, not princess.”
“Queen, hmm?” Rodion murmurs. “Does that mean you need a throne?”
“I have a throne you can sit on,” I growl, grabbing hold of her hips and drawing her out of Rodion’s reach and into my lap so she’s straddling me.
Her blonde hair cascades down in front of her generous tits and her plump lips part in surprise.
“A seat fit for a queen,” I tell her, using her hips to grind her against my aching length.
Rodion rises from the sofa and walks around to the back of the couch. I can hear him undo his belt behind me. When her eyes widen, I know where he’s going with this.
Our girl always resists.
But she can only resist so long.
We’re irresistible, even to her.
It’s long past time. We all know this.
“A queen needs a crown,” he rumbles from behind me. I can hear the familiar slapping of flesh as he strokes his dick. “This crown will do, no?”
She bites on her bottom lip, her eyes widening at the sight before her. “It’s a fine crown.”
He chuckles as he reaches over and starts pulling off her tank top. She’s bare beneath. Sweet, full tits with the rosiest nipples. Our girl let the madmen into her world willingly. It’s only fair we give her a taste of our insanity as a reward.
I reach between her spread thighs, my heart racing at the thought of finally getting to see her like this. Pulling her shorts and panties to the side, I peek at her delicious cunt. Golden blonde trimmed hair. Sexy as fuck. A small pink clit peeks out between her perfect pussy lips.
“Your throne awaits,” I encourage, grabbing one of her hands and bringing it to my dick that’s straining in my pants.
Her eyes flicker with indecision. I see the moment she decides to finally take the plunge, because her lips part and her eyelashes flutter. Then, she undoes my pants. A groan rasps from me when she pulls my heavy cock out into her small hand.
“Sit on it,” Rodion encourages, one hand jerking on his cock and the other reaching forward to toy with a lock of her hair.
“Yes, sit on it, my queen,” I parrot, desperate to feel her finally take my fat cock inside her.
I reach forward and run my finger along her slit. She groans when I tease her clit. Her hips rock with my efforts as she grows more aroused. I work her clit while Rodion’s hand travels to one of her bouncy tits.
“You can’t come until you’re on your throne,” I taunt. Sex has always been a means to a pleasurable end. It doesn’t make me nervous or anxious, so why the hell is my ribcage threatening to crack with the sheer force of my racing heart?
“May as well give in to your royal duty.” Rodion groans, leaning over to spit on my cock, using his skilled fingers to massage the length to lube it up ready for her.
She smiles, lazy and beautiful, before sitting up on her knees. Fuck, this is it, I’m going to finally feel our girl. I keep her shorts and panties pulled to the side as she lines herself up with the tip of my glistening cock. As she eases down, allowing herself to adjust to my girth, I let out a hiss of pleasure. Her cunt is soaked. Needy as fuck it’s as though her body swallows mine deep into its depths because she was made to take me. Built for Ro and I. Ours. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.