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)
I wade my way to the middle of the pool, giving the younger man currently in my life, plenty of room to jump in.
Which he does.
Cannonball style with a shit eating grin.
His innocent laughter not only ignites mine, it convinces the damn thing to grow in volume and intensity the moment he makes an attempt to grab me. “Kangaroos can swim.” He lunges towards my figure a second time prompting me to push backwards towards the shallow end to avoid being captured. “Like this.” All attempts to get me into his arms are briefly paused to present a doggy paddle motion. “And then they use their tails,” Zero wiggles his ass as though he has one, “to help propel them and steer.”
“You look like a windup toy.”
“I prefer being a fuck toy.” The admission successfully stuns me enough to become caught by the wrist. “Especially for a slutty little princess…”
One yank is all it takes to have his mouth smashing against mine.
The forceful action is cute and clumsy and difficult to resist – not that I’m trying.
Our lips spread apart in tandem, yet his tongue impatiently sprints to find mine.
To faintly brush it.
Tease.
Tempt it into following for more while his hands hungrily skim along my wet curves until they can gawkishly grab my ass.
Hoist me up.
Press me against his hardening cock that my clit insists we greet by grinding against it.
Zero greedily groans louder and lets lash after lash after lash do the reprimanding his words can’t.
Tangling my arms around his neck grants my fingers access to gently claw at the nape of his neck.
The edge of his hairline and scalp.
Jawline.
Eagerness to have more and feel more is what leads to me being blindsided when my head is yanked backwards by a fistful of my hair.
Captured by another set of familiar lips.
Punished with fast and ferocious twists executed so steadily my mind starts rapidly spinning.
Struggling to keep up.
Not surrender.
Not submit to the limb melting sensations rocking my hips forward as my frame is led in the opposite direction.
As abruptly as I was stolen, I’m abandoned.
Deserted for Zero to experience the same licentious tongue berating I received.
Garcia clamps his hand on top of mine and uses our joint grip to viciously pin them together on top of my shoulder.
Wet sloppy swipes alongside growingly possessive groans directly beside my ear are gifted whimpers and whines and needy pulls.
Pulls that barely precede my legs being looped over Little One’s arms.
Pussy spread wide for the taking.
And being taken is exactly what happens except not by him.
Garcia effortlessly glides himself inside prompting my back to arch on a pleased gasp; however, not even a breath later, my soaking wet muscles are slowly stretched further by an additional invasion, one I’ve never experienced or expected.
My hiss of discomfort severs their connection and redirects the grump of a man behind me to brush his lips against the shell of my ear, “Be a good, little, slutty princess for Master…” The words as much as the raspy tone are bestowed additional wet waves. “Relax.” A low guttural grumble sends my eyes rolling into the back of my skull. “Let him enjoy his two favorite toys at the same time.”
I don’t object.
I don’t resist.
I simply let my head loll forward where it rests against Zero.
Zero whose fingers are mercilessly digging into the back of my thighs and hips each time another inch grates itself along Garcia’s dick, determined to join him in tearing me in two.
“Fuckkkkk,” he huffs, hot air feathering my lips, “this feels good.” The tip of his tongue steals a taste of mine. “Too good.” Another swipe is slipped in. “Too fucking perfect, baby.”
“She is our perfect, little, slutty princess,” praises the second male prior to his hand sliding itself around and down towards my clit. “¿No es así?”
Not answering isn’t an option courtesy of the first caress he makes. “Yes.”
“Yes…” he rolls his middle digit around so agonizingly slow that I easily forget about everything else, “what?”
“Master,” airily leaves my lips.
“Fuck,” purrs Little One, forehead crashing into mine. “I can’t believe I can feel you both…”
“Y ahora,” Master applies more pressure to my swollen nub in tandem with pulling his hips back, cock delivering a delicious dragging motion, “I’ll fuck you both.”
There’s barely time for my fingers to grasp onto Little One’s wet locks before we’re both met with a harsher slam.
Gasps are snatched from each of us while grunts propel themselves out of his throat like offerings to be savagely guzzled down.
Master’s free hand relocates itself onto Little One’s hip, needing the leverage for the next, somehow harsher pound.
“F…” is all that our shaggy haired partner manages to croak as he jerks forward, desperate for more friction, more strokes, more satisfaction, thoughtlessly providing all three to me in the process. “Mas…” Our heads bumping into one another suddenly becomes our mouths. Tongues. “P…”