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)
The guys were right. Three of them at once is the good kind of crazy.
They ease me onto a makeshift blanket of our discarded clothes and surround me, sheltering me inside a little bubble of safety. No matter how I twist or turn, there are hands and mouths, stinging nips of sharp teeth followed by a soothing stroke or lick. Rough hands tangle in my hair, and my eyes drift closed. I start losing track of who is doing what because it doesn’t really matter.
By the time the fly on my jeans is pulled down, I’m almost ready to take matters into my own hands, but there’s the jingle of a belt being opened, and I open my eyes to see what’s happening. Rebel’s watching me with his dark gaze as he guides my hand downward, over his chiseled abs, until I’ve got him in my hand, thick and pulsing against my palm.
Holy shit. I know my experience is limited, but I didn’t think they came in this size.
Tentatively, I slide my fist down until I reach the root, and then back up to the tip. The slickness of precum coats my palm, and the next stroke goes easier. Is this even real life?
He chuckles quietly. “You’re not gonna hurt me, honey.”
“I’m more worried about the other way around,” I admit.
“His ego isn’t what needs stroking,” Mad Dog says with a snort. “You’ll be just fine, baby.”
I giggle as Riptide works my jeans over my hips. After the slow buildup, stripping feels like an awkward chore, but it goes quickly. My eyes have long since adjusted to the lower light, and Jesus, Mad Dog is at least as long and hard as Rebel. Are they all hung like porn stars? On my knees, I reach for him too, taking one in each hand and marveling at the slick, silky softness under my fingers as I stroke, even if underneath they’re hard as steel.
“Come here.” Riptide kneels behind me, and pulls my back to his chest. His cock is a brand against my lower back.
Rebel slips out of my grip and follows us down. He pushes my legs up and apart as Riptide’s hands cup my breasts and my head falls back onto Rebel’s shoulder.
Rebel kisses his way up the insides of my thighs, zeroing quickly in on my slick core. He spreads me open with one hand, and his tongue slides straight through my folds and over my swollen clit.
My deep moan is louder than I intended.
“Trying to call for reinforcements?” Riptide asks with a quiet chuckle.
Like I need a reminder that all it takes is for someone to walk by and glance down in order to see exactly what we’re doing. I look up at Mad Dog, hardly believing what I’m about to say. “Maybe it’s better that someone keeps my mouth busy, then.”
“I aim to please.” Mad Dog moves to my side.
He grins and grips himself at the base, guiding the glistening tip of his cock closer to my mouth. I wet my lips, eager to taste the salt of him on my tongue and hear the noises he makes as I suck.
I open for him, closing my eyes as the soft skin of the tip pushes down my tongue. He fills my mouth completely, so thick I can barely fit him. The scent and flavor of sex tickles my taste buds and slides down my throat. Forming a seal with my lips, I draw more of him in, as much as I can handle, which seems like hardly any at all, by how much of him is still outside.
Rebel picks that moment to put suction on my clit and slide a finger inside. I moan again, but this time the rough, throaty noises are muffled around Mad Dog’s thick cock.
I thought I was overwhelmed before, but this is a whole new level. Rebel’s tongue is magic. His fingers dig into my thighs as he holds me open, and all I want to do is squeeze my thighs tight around his head and ride his face until I come.
And he’s not the only one driving me crazy. Riptide plays with my breasts and nibbles at the skin right behind my ear as he captures my nipples between his fingers. It’s nearly impossible to give Mad Dog’s cock the attention it deserves, but he doesn’t seem to mind, happy to guide my head and thrust shallowly between my lips.
Nothing has ever felt like this. One man just doesn’t have the number of hands, lips, or cocks to drive me wild like the three of them do. My heart thunders against my ribcage, trying to break free, and I’m breathing in ragged pants around the thickness in my mouth.
Every touch, lick, and stroke drives me closer and closer to the edge. Goosebumps go in waves over my arms and legs, delicious tingles that all seem like they’re directly connected to my needy pussy.