Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I do. And inside my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, then tease underneath the head, tasting him right where the crown meets the rest. He doesn’t give me specific instructions, but he doesn’t tell me to stop either. I keep teasing, hoping that means he likes it.
While Rebel takes his pleasure, Mad Dog lowers himself to the floor behind me and pats the insides of my thighs. “Spread ‘em.”
What? Not that I can exactly ask when my mouth is full of cock. Group sex seems to be a ‘trust the process’ sort of activity.
I obey, letting him scoot in underneath me. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me down just enough to bury his tongue in my soaking pussy.
I gasp around Rebel’s cock. Oh God, that feels good.
Mad Dog runs his hands up my sides, down my hips and cups my ass while he guides my pussy onto his talented mouth. I do my best to please Rebel while Mad Dog pleases me. He dips his tongue inside me and then all around, teasing my clit but never staying in one place long enough for me to focus.
Riptide moves to my side, guiding my hands down to his waist level. I don’t know when he managed to strip, but I’m not going to argue. Not when he takes my bound hands and slides his cock between them. Being tied makes for an awkward angle, but I can just about wrap my fingers around him to feel the hot pulse under his skin.
“Any idea how fucking sexy you are, babe?”
I mumble a response, as much as I can. Rebel groans as I do. Vibrations? I try again, humming around him while he thrusts between my lips. “Jesus fuck, it feels good when you moan.”
It’s so hard to concentrate on what I’m doing that I’ll take any victory I can get. And it’s not hard to keep moaning as Mad Dog gets more and more insistent with his tongue.
He slides his tongue through my folds, teasing all the little nerves before swirling around my clit with enough pressure to turn my soft moans into a full chest groan. My body has a mind of its own, my hips constantly moving to make sure I capture his tongue just right. He smacks my ass again lightly, and then presses a thick finger inside my pussy, holding me in place so he can curl his finger on the inside as his tongue works the outside.
My noises get more desperate, loud, even muffled by Rebel’s cock. I’m trying to keep up the squeeze on Riptide’s cock, but I’m losing control of everything. All I can do is hang on and hope for the best. And just as the first orgasm hits me, Rebel pulls out of my mouth. With a sucking gasp, I come all over Mad Dog’s face, my eyes squeezed shut and my head spinning.
“Fuck,” Rebel groans, and wetness spatters onto my chest and neck.
He runs a finger through it, then brings it to my lips. In the moment, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, being bound on my knees and sucking on his cum covered finger as the aftershocks of my own orgasm leave me in a warm fuzzy glow. I slump, and Riptide steadies me so I don’t fall over, my bound hands clawing the air. Mad Dog’s tongue is content to stroke softly, keeping the aftershocks going as they taper off. My abs are going to be sore tomorrow, but for a good reason.
“Oh my God,” I finally whisper when I’m able to form complete sentences. “You guys don’t mess around when you mess around.”
“You think we’re done?” Riptide asks with a grin as he uses my bound hands to guide me up off Mad Dog. “We’re just getting started. Come on, this way.”
He guides me to the bed, arranging me so my shoulders are on the edge, propped up by a pillow, with my head hanging over it. At the same time, Mad Dog climbs up between my legs and slides on a condom. I try not to think too hard about how he either had it with him, or he just knows where Riptide keeps his condoms. I don’t care where it came from, as long as he’s prepared to use it.
Riptide stands at the end of the bed, aiming his cock down at my face. Mad Dog pushes my legs open and toward me, opening me up for his big cock. He nestles it into my folds, going so slow it’s agony.
I appreciate him being careful, but he did a very good job getting me ready with that tongue of his. Anything he wants to throw at me, I’m ready. “Just do it. Don’t tease.”
He chuckles. “Whatever you say, honey.” Then he pushes deep in one long thrust, filling up all of me at once. Holy shit.