Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
“Take out your cock,” he tells me.
He starts unfastening his own belt, and my heart pumps hard, following his lead. Reaching between Aracely’s body and mine, I let her push up on her hands again as I undo my pants and tug down just enough to pull myself out.
Gazing down at me, he starts pumping, the heat between us almost like she’s not here. I reach over and dip my hand in the water, stroking myself as I dip my nose into her soft hair and watch him. The way every muscle in his chest is flexed. The way his arm bulges with every pump. The way his cock swells and sweats cum at the tip.
“I want you,” I whisper in her ear.
His chest caves. “I want you so badly,” he adds.
Aracely shifts between us, her eyes darting up to me and back to him. But we’re looking at each other.
Sitting up, she lets me out from behind her. “Kneel over me,” she tells us. “Come on me.”
Fuck. I move to her left side and Dallas moves to her right, an attendant appearing with a small tray of bottles. I grab a lube, Dallas does the same, and quickly, we squeeze some in our hands and continue jerking off as Aracely leans back on her elbows.
I can make out a few figures circling our scene from the corner of my eyes, and I drop my eyes to his cock. I want to look like I’m staring down at her, but I need to see him. His oiled hand strokes and rubs over the head of his dick, his abs tight as he pumps in slow, long movements. Without meaning to, I realize we’re in sync, jerking off in the same rhythm and pace. Our hips start thrusting, Aracely moaning.
“Shit, you two.” She pants, sliding her hand between her thighs and rubbing her little nub.
A fourth hand drops into sight, taking Dallas’s place between her legs, and I glance over to see Jerome. Dallas darts a glare at him, but Aracely doesn’t resist, just stares as he unfastens his belt, takes a dollop of lube, and joins in. The three of us go at it, no one touching another, masturbating over the girl in the chastity belt who can’t get fucked.
Aracely’s mouth falls open; she drops down flat on her back and looks up at the three of us about to spill all over her.
Jerome is first, leaning in closer to shoot onto her stomach. Dallas flashes me a grin, keeping his gaze entirely on me and not giving a shit who sees him ejaculate for me. I hold my breath, watching him come, and it’s always the hottest fucking thing—knowing it’s for me.
Everything he does when it comes to sex is masterful. He heaves out air as he strokes slower and slower, his orgasm still rocking through him, and I see his cum on her tits and that does it. Squeezing my eyes shut, I groan, shooting onto her. Onto his cum, and I think I hear her cry out, Aracely and I finishing at the same time. Shaking, I keep pumping, fire spreading through my thighs, every muscle in my body burning.
When I open my eyes, I lock eyes with Dallas, the creases between his brows making him look different. Vulnerable.
Something passes between us, and right now—this moment—it feels like he’s kissing me. Only we’re not touching.
“Dallas,” Aracely gasps, breaking the spell. “That was like the best sex I’ve ever had.”
It takes a second for him to register her tease, but he throws her a look. “Thanks,” he spits out.
Jerome laughs as we take the hot towels offered and clean up, an attendant taking a larger cloth and wiping off Aracely’s body.
“That was good,” Jerome tells her, leaning down to grip her hip over the chastity belt. “Maybe someday I’ll catch you when you’re not wearing this.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” she retorts.
It only makes him smile more. Rising, he refastens his pants and gives me a nod before leaving.
“Thank you for the help,” I tell Aracely.
“You paid well for it.”
And now the night can end. My heart rate picks up its pace, but as we leave the Den and get our clothes back, I don’t hesitate. Because I know that if I don’t slit his throat, he’ll never change.
Neither will I.
I’ll always give in to him. Do I want to fuck him tonight? God, yes. I want to take him home, and I think he wants me to, but then the morning will bring the same shit, so this is necessary. Not only for me, but for Sophia. We need to secure our futures—and it’s past time to be done messing around.
Heading back through the Wolfe Room and out the door, we gather our phones, our wallets, and her handbag.