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)
“Here.” Mad Dog grabs a little bottle from the nightstand and tosses it to Riptide.
With a grin, Riptide opens it and pours a few cool, thick drops into the space between my breasts before capping the bottle and dropping it on the bed. When he squeezes my breasts together, his cock is trapped between them. As he slides freely through the valley he’s created, it spreads the lube across my skin.
I’ve heard about this before, but didn’t see the appeal. Not until I realize that with each stroke, the head of his cock comes out the top, glistening and pointing right at my face, all while his thumbs are teasing my nipples. The whole experience is way more intense than I thought.
“Up!” Mad Dog orders.
We all adjust as he slides a dense pillow underneath my shoulders, and when I lie back down, my head tilts back. Having played this game before with Riptide, I open my mouth for him.
With a playful smile, he aims himself in between my lips and I close my mouth around his thickness, teasing him with my tongue. He lasts about five seconds before he starts to move, thrusting deeper and filling my mouth properly. I reach over my head to brace against his powerful thighs.
Rebel intensifies his assault on my pussy, focusing more on my clit and making me gasp and moan around Mad Dog, whose cock is pulsing against my tongue and nudging at my throat. Riptide pinches my nipples while he squeezes my breasts tightly together. I’m being used from head to toe, and while it’s impossible to focus on any one thing, it also makes it impossible to get too in my head about it. I have no choice but to let go and experience everything all at once.
Mad Dog reaches for my neck, capturing the side of it and stroking my throat with his thumb while he slides in and out between my lips. It feels possessive. A little dangerous. I grip his thighs tighter.
Rebel adds the hint of a third finger, and after a moment of letting me adjust, he thrusts, faster and faster while his tongue drives me crazy. The first orgasm hits without much warning. The only reason I don’t launch off the bed is that I’m basically pinned to the mattress in three places. I thrust up into Rebel’s mouth as I mumble nonsense around Mad Dog’s cock and ride it out. Colors burst over the backs of my eyelids as I dig my fingernails into his thighs, clinging to him for dear life.
For some amount of time, and I don’t even know how long, I’m gone, but when I come back, Mad Dog has pulled away so I can gasp for air. Riptide has rolled off me, slowly stroking himself and watching me intently. And Rebel is still sliding his tongue over my sensitive skin, but he’s slowed down and he’s watching me carefully.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. “That was amazing.”
Rebel pulls back and stands up. He’s already wearing the condom. “Ready?”
“God yes.”
His hips spread my thighs wide, and he pushes into me, thick and eager. His fingers have me wet and ready, so he slides right in, pushing the air right out of me with a fierce thrust. I groan, a long, drawn-out “God” brushing my lips on its way out.
“You wanted rough?” he asks in a teasing voice, as he pulls out and plunges back into me, faster and harder. My hips dip into the mattress as he buries himself. “Think you can take it?” Again, harder.
“Stop talking and fuck me,” I snap at him.
It makes him laugh. “You asked for it.” Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he bends me almost in half before he fucks me for real.
Holy shit.
Thrust after hard thrust rocks me into the bed. This time there’s no finesse, just power, and each thrust slaps against the backs of my thighs like I’m getting a spanking at the same time. It’s primal, it’s rough and the fireworks that just went off inside me are quickly lining up for a second salvo.
He pulls out.
“What? No, you can’t—ooh!”
Riptide takes his place and drives himself into me. Hard, furious thrusts have me shaking beneath him. I reach for his inked-up chest, clawing for grip as he fucks me silly. Throwing my head back, I let out a throaty moan that I swear has traveled all the way up from my core. The switch between them only gives me a moment’s pause, and now my orgasm is building back up, faster and faster.
And just when I think I’m almost there?
Riptide pulls out with a groaned, “Fuuuuuck,” and then Mad Dog is there, pressing his thickness in between my slick folds. He stretches me so good. I can feel every pulse and twitch as he moves powerfully. His breathing comes almost as quickly as mine does, as he fills me over and over.