Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“How big is your shower?” Easton asks before he rolls out of bed.
Preston takes the opportunity to reach around me and grab my ass.
“Not big enough for three people, if that’s what you are getting at.”
“I bet we can make it work,” Preston says with confidence before he also slips out of the bed.
I roll onto my back and lift my arms to stretch, watching the guys strip out of their boxers. Easton walks into the attached bathroom. I’m assuming to inspect my bathtub-shower combo.
“Yeah, this will fit,” he calls from the bathroom.
Preston pulls the blanket from my body, just as I hear Easton turning on the shower. With hungry eyes, Preston helps me out of my pajamas and panties before he slides his arms under my body and lifts me up.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him as he carries me to the bathroom. “I can walk, you know.”
“I know, but this is more fun,” he quips with a kiss on my cheek.
Don’t fall for them.
Preston just holds me until Easton checks the water and deems it the right temperature. Only then does he put me down so I can step into the shower.
The warm water feels good on my skin as it cascades over me. Preston and Easton step into the bathtub, and I can’t help but laugh. How the three of us must look all crammed in here like sardines. The twins don’t seem to mind that they don’t have a lot of space. Their big bodies bumping into the wall as they navigate awkwardly.
Preston reaches for my soap and squirts a healthy amount in his palm. I assume he is about to start washing himself, but instead, he runs his soapy hands down my arms, massaging my skin as he goes. When he is done with my arms, he moves up to my shoulders, my neck, down to my collarbone, and over my breasts.
Easton washes my back, playing special attention to my butt cheeks. When he slips a finger between and massages my asshole, I tense, making him chuckle.
“I’m only making sure you’re very clean,” he teases while playing with my back door, just like Preston did the other day while he was fucking me.
I want to hate it. I should hate it, right? Only I don’t. I only tensed up because I’m scared he will go too fast and hurt me. I don’t know why I think that, because neither Preston nor Easton has done something to cause me any pain. Quite the opposite, their touch has brought me some immense pleasure… pleasure my body remembers very well.
That’s the main reason for me relaxing and letting him play with my ass instead of pushing him away. His soapy finger circles my hole, adding a little more pressure as he goes. I close my eyes and relax a little more.
Preston is still washing the front of my body, his hand slowly making its way between my legs. His fingers find my clit, just as Easton’s finger is about to breach my tight ring of muscle. The combined sensation makes me moan.
“I knew you would like that,” Easton whispers into my ear, making my face heat.
“Don’t be embarrassed, lots of girls like this,” Preston says, and something about his statement rubs me the wrong way. Maybe because it’s a reminder of how experienced the two of them are and how inexperienced I am.
I wonder how many girls they have slept with and immediately regret having the thought. Jealousy bursts through me, souring my mood. When I’m with them like this, I feel special. They make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world, but I’m not. Not to them. I might be just one of many and that thought stinks.
Luckily, I’m not thinking about it long. My brain shuts off when Preston shoves his finger into my pussy. He continues to rub over my clit with his palm while he thrusts his finger into me. I throw my head back in pleasure, biting my lip to stifle a moan. At the same time, the tip of Easton’s finger slips into my asshole.
It feels foreign, but not in a bad way. In a curious way. It also feels erotic and forbidden. The deeper Easton goes, the more pleasure builds in my core. Preston continues his onslaught on my pussy while Easton fingers my ass.
It doesn’t take long for me to come. Matter of fact, I come so fast, I’m a bit embarrassed. My pussy clenches around Preston’s finger, and my ass puckers around Easton’s, as my release overtakes me. My thighs quiver, and I feel like my knees are about to give out by the time my pussy stops pulsing.
“Good girl,” Preston rasps before his lips are on mine. I open my mouth for him, and he takes the invitation with a hungry growl.