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)
“Yes, Counselor,” Salay states with a crooked smirk.
“Yes, Master,” leaves me in a lascivious nature prompting him to grip me by the nape of my neck to pull my mouth to his.
While I wish this were one of those moments where we truly could take our time, it can’t be.
We’ve already made the devil in the red pumps wait too long for her liking.
Any longer and she’s likely to let our eventual Os be our final ones.
Our tongues momentarily twist and tangle and twirl, each acting as if it’s signing dotted line after dotted line on the one contract, I never thought it would. The second he’s convinced I’ve dotted every I and crossed every T, he abruptly rips himself away to smash his lips against Salay’s, forcing her signature on his soul the same way. Watching her willingly submit further reiterates her willingness to give us a go, this a go, sparks not only a brighter grin but the desire to remind them why we truly belong together.
And that desire pushes me to undo his bottoms.
Tug at hers.
Pull them apart long enough for her tongue to find mine and Master’s to latch onto my neck.
Tease my collarbone.
Run his palm firmly down my crotch until my moaning separates me from our slutty, little princess so that he can taste me again.
So that she can frantically yank my bottoms to my ankles.
His to his knees.
Groans from having the cool air caress our exposed cocks redirect our focus to her.
Ripping her tiny triangles to the side.
Toying with her nipples.
Me using sucks.
Master scraping with teeth.
Neither stopping until her jaw is needily trembling and her knees buckling and her bottoms have joined ours.
“Be a good little fuck toy,” Master gravelly begins, eyes cutting over to mine, “and use that lube to get us both ready.”
Instinct has me ready to second guess him.
To offer to at least petition to Ravencroft on his behalf.
I know he’s not ready for that.
He’s never done it.
Not all dudes who are into dudes bottom.
Just like not all switch.
And that shits okay.
I don’t wanna force him to do something he doesn’t wanna do and ruin what it is we’ve worked so hard building.
My mouth begins to lower in preparation of objection when our voyeur calls out, “Show me.” Dragging my attention over to Ravencroft gives her the opportunity to present to me her smile. “Hands on the railing.”
Apprehension swells to a knot in my throat at the same time they angle themselves accordingly.
“Both at once, Fiorenzo.”
Retrieving the bottle aids in allowing my focus elsewhere.
“Your dexterity fascinates me.”
Flattered?
I think?
I mean…I should be, right?
Having Princess and Master side by side for the taking with their asses exposed is a sight almost too surreal.
Almost too tantalizing to touch.
Yet I do.
Roughly.
Hers.
Then his.
Tap.
Slap.
Enjoy the jiggle.
The firmness.
How different they are in shape but similar in strength.
There’s no dripping or drizzling of the liquid aid.
I don’t opt for performance points and flare to my presentation.
No.
I simply drop to a squat.
Slather and slide.
Glide.
Tease each hole of muscles to the same rapacious speed, anxious to get inside, but more anxious to hear them moan.
See them rock back into the single digit prodding.
“Yessss…” calls out our slutty, little princess, pleased by the intrusion.
“F…ggg…” escapes Master, clearly struggling to accept the new action.
“Relax for your little fuck toy, Master,” I encourage at the same time I watch my finger work its way in. “Reward him with your ass.” Slipping two into her while continuing to study him occurs between declarations. “Reward him for being a good boy and coming to rescue you.”
At that, he releases a loud, grumble.
Unclenches.
Does his best to welcome the digit, unaware it’s about to become two.
The instant that it does, he tenses back up prompting me to instruct, “Be a good, slutty little Princess…”
Salay shoots her sex hazed stare over her shoulder.
“Help me make Master feel good…”
Needing more direction isn’t necessary.
Her torso twists to the side to allow his mouth to find comfort in hers.
Distraction.
Displeased groans grow into ones of pleasure as we loosen him in tandem eventually leading to me brutishly replacing my fingers on him with my cock.
“Fffff…fff…fffuckkk!” barks Master through gritted teeth, rigid rings of muscle clamping down on my dick, declaring I won’t last long like this. “Fuck!”
Wolfish groans are accompanied by me grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking him back into me. “You feel so good Master.”
“I…I can’t…”
“You can…” The heat of my mouth feathers the shell of his ear. “You can for me. For our slutty, little princess…” Another hard slam of my hips falters his stance. “For. Us.”
My reminder receives a deep grumble followed by him yanking her over.
Me making room for him to bend Princess across the railing.
Smash her tits into the cold metal as I smash into him.
Beastlike grunts that I can hardly fathom myself capable of making are attached to each savage slam and each body shaking slap of my balls against his ass conjures snarls and huffs and sighs of satisfaction so overwhelming I completely forget that it isn’t just the three of us.