Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Shhiiiitttt,” grumbles Zero, his own body hunching forward, “she’s so goddamn wet, Master.”
Precum slowly trickles through my slit.
Screams for someone to touch it.
Let it touch someone.
“Please…” my finger lazily skims the territory again, “what?”
Salay headily jerks against the digit in desperation for friction. “Rub.”
I tighten the grip on her hair to aid me in not immediately giving in. “And who you do you want to rub you, Princess?”
“You.”
“And who am I?”
Her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip demonstrating exactly how hard she’s contending.
How close she is to cracking.
“Say it, baby,” Zero grunts on a sharper thrust.
Another tremble tears through her unsteady frame.
“Let him have you.”
One hand reaches out to cup her own tit.
“Become his.”
Whimpers leak themselves past their enclosure.
“Become ours.”
“One word,” precedes me tugging her entire body in my direction so that I can growl against her ear. “All I need is that one word, Princess.”
And it comes.
Perfectly.
Made mostly made of air.
Sprinkled with sass.
“Master.”
Gentle caresses aren’t up for discussion.
Hell, they’re not even up for consideration.
Frantically rubbing to the same forceful pacing of my hair pulling is accompanied by a snarled, “Muy. Buena.” Ignoring her huff of unruliness to focus on matching Zero’s accelerating speed is simple. “Such a good, slutty, little princess taking his cock like this.”
Two sets of deeper moans flood my ears.
Overwhelm my faculties.
Push me to practically crawl in between them.
“You gonna take his cum too?”
“So close,” Zero announces on a throw of his chest forward.
Forward just enough for me to pretzel myself over it and steal a taste of the sweat coating his nipple.
It’s so fucking salty.
Yet sweet.
Perfect.
He’s. Perfect.
She’s. Perfect.
Why do I get the inkling we’re perfect together?
“Fuccckkkkkk,” groans the younger man, letting one hand relocate to the back of my head to keep me pinned in place. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Clamping my teeth down gets the result I’m expecting. “Come!” The hiss almost instantly transitions into a howl. “She’s coming!” High pitched mewls encourage my hand movements to relish in being drenched and rapidly persist. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Another hard bite is taken. “I’m coming!”
All three of our bodies remain tangled as we each incessantly quake and brazenly bellow until I’m savagely ripping her off of him and throwing her down into position for me.
I don’t wait – can’t wait – for Zero to move his legs.
I can’t wait – won’t wait – for Salay to catch her breath.
Replacing my dick with his, burying his cum, back inside her, not giving it a chance to go anywhere else is the only fucking thing that matters. “You don’t spill either, Princess.” Covering her entire frame with mine precedes one sharp pound. “You be a good girl.” Another. “You hold that shit.” Another. “You don’t make a mess unless Master allows it.”
“Yes, Master,” unexpectedly escapes around her labored breathing.
“You belong to us now.” Smashing her onto our partner’s legs creates pain. Pleasure. Obsession. “Both of us.” He flexes his legs, and she arches her back across it. “Say it.”
“I…” her slick muscles clamp down to make the proclamation before her mouth can, prompting me to fuck her harder. And faster. And faster. And harder. “Yours.”
Steeping my cock into the amalgamation of her juices and his cum on its own is enough to get my balls drawing up, praying for permission to be emptied, yet the unforeseen pressure of a wet digit suddenly being rolled around against my back hole makes it impossible not to blow.
“Fuck!” I bark, head thrown back into unfathomable ecstasy. “Fuck!”
“Come for us, Master,” Zero wolfishly grumbles at the same time he applies just a bit more force. “Make a mess and we’ll use my face to clean it up.”
Salay heaves herself into the last of my thrusts causing her nipples to callously collide into my lightly hairy chest. She breathes less and less and less, yet simultaneously screams more and more and more as her nails desperately scratch my arms.
His legs.
The covers.
The mattress.
Just when I think I’ve managed to claw back the very tail end of coming, she reaches one hand up and grips my throat, summoning my stare back to hers. “Reward your good little fuck toys, Master.”
One additional push deeper into my asshole following her demand sends me over the edge.
Inhumane roars rattle my entire build while searing surge on top of surge fills her tight little pussy, inevitably spilling past our connection, leaving me with no choice but to stumble back.
Watch my cum…his cum…her cum…our…cum…paint her lower lips a shade of white I know I’ll never get tired of seeing.
Thoughtlessly, I catch the glob of the thickness, drag it back inside, and grunt, “We’re not fucking done with you yet, Princess…”
Chapter 9
Salay
Three people.
One walk-in shower.
Scorching hot water.
Coconut scented soap.
One dude using it to add slickness to my clit in the front, the other using it to split my ass open in the back.