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)
While we kiss, he grabs my wrists and guides my hands to his chest. Since my mind is still in a haze of lust, I don’t get right away that he wants me to touch him. I realize that the guys have their hands on me all the time, but I hardly ever have mine on them.
Hesitantly, I run my palms over his broad chest, enjoying the way his muscles flex beneath my touch. I drag my fingers down his abs, feeling each hard ridge on my way down. Finding my courage, I go even lower, until I feel his pubic hair under my fingertips.
Preston groans when I wrap my hand around his very hard cock. The sound egging me on. I squeeze him a little, while running my hand up and down his shaft. While I jerk Preston off, Easton is still playing with my ass. He adds a second finger, stretching me open, and I wonder if he thinks he is going to put his dick in there. The idea both scares and excites me.
I don’t have to wonder long, because a moment later, Easton announces, “I’m going to fuck your ass.”
Preston breaks the kiss. “No, you’re not. You had her pussy first. I get her ass first.”
“Ugh, fine,” Easton grumbles, letting his fingers slip out of my ass.
“Um, hello, do I get a say at all?”
“Are you scared?” Preston ignores my question.
“No, but we don’t have any lube,” I remind them.
“We’ll use this,” Easton points to the conditioner.
Preston grabs the bottle and pops the lid open. He pours a healthy amount into his palm before rubbing it all over his cock.
“Turn around,” Easton orders, and I follow his command. Careful not to slip, I spin around to face him.
Preston wastes no time; he slips his fingers between my cheeks and continues to stretch out my ass while Easton leans down and kisses me. I’m so lost in the kiss, I barely notice when Preston replaces his fingers with the broad head of his cock. I gasp into Easton’s mouth when he starts to push inside.
Instead of concentrating on the uncomfortable pressure Preston is causing, I try to feel Easton’s hands on me. One travels down my stomach and ends up between my legs. He makes it to my swollen clit, just as Preston’s cock head slips into my ass.
I tense up, and Preston stills until I force myself to relax again. Then he thrusts in another inch, stretching me out. Easton’s skilled finger works my clit, and pleasure sparks in my core as Preston pushes into my ass deeper.
“Fuck, pearls. Your ass feels so good. Let me feel you come around my cock.” Preston’s crude words fill the space and, for some reason, it only turns me on more.
He pushes in until his skin presses up against mine, and we both groan softly. My ass feels so full, but pleasure is rapidly building in my core. Easton continues rubbing my clit while Preston fucks my ass in slow and shallow thrusts. It doesn’t take long for me to come a second time, but this time, it’s even more intense.
I have to grab Easton’s arms to hold myself up as my orgasm ripples through me. Leaning forward, I bury my face in Easton’s chest, trying to stifle a moan. Unsteady on my feet, I hang onto him.
Preston grabs my hips, and Easton holds onto my arms while his brother continues to fuck my ass. With every thrust, he goes a little faster, his fingers digging into my skin a little harder until his moves become erratic.
“Fuck!” He almost yells as he pounds into my ass one last time. He stills, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me, pumping his cum into me. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life,” Preston says when he catches his breath. He slips out of my ass slowly and leaves me feeling weirdly empty.
“Please tell me you can go another round,” Easton whines, making me giggle.
My cheek is still pressed against his chest, and his voice vibrates against my skin. My eyes are closed, and I’m recovering from coming twice, but the need to prove myself that I can do anything is always there. I might be tired, but I don’t want to let Easton down either. I want to please him, and I want him to make me come again.
“I’m good for another round,” I promise, as I straighten up to look at him. His eyes are hooded, and his pupils are dilated. His gaze is heated when he orders me to turn around.
I spin slowly, the guys’ hands never leaving my body as I do. We resume the same position but, this time, Easton is behind me, and my cheek is pressed against Preston’s chest.