Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He didn’t have to wonder for long before Hope patted the seat of the throne. “Hot Stuff, come sit.”
Did the seat have some sort of electricity hooked to it? Was she about to shock his ass? He visually searched for any attached wires or torture devices and saw nothing.
“Grab a condom, Handsome,” Hope instructed Cam as Nolan sat. “And roll it on him.” While Cam did so, she removed the narrow bench from the platform and placed it onto the floor nearby. She then pointed to it. “Kneel there.”
A naked Cam immediately got into position. The perfect place to watch the next part of the show.
Hope gave him a brief kiss before approaching Nolan again, cupping her own breasts. “I’m so wet and ready for you, Hot Stuff. Are you ready for me?”
He sure as hell was. He was also ready to empty his aching balls. “Yes, my queen.”
Her warm, slick thighs straddled his and her pussy hovered over his hard-on.
“Hold your cock in place.”
He was liking this turn of events. He loved when Cam or Hope used him sexually, because he always benefitted in the end, and he considered Hope riding his cock after Cam finished riding his ass as a huge benefit.
Holding on to his shoulders, Hope shifted until the swollen head of his cock was tucked between her plump, slick folds, and after locking eyes with him, she slowly sank down.
The warm, velvety cocoon of her pussy surrounded him. Squeezed him.
Hell yes! It was so worth the wait.
He closed his eyes and pulled air in through his nostrils as she circled her flexible hips and ground against him, driving him even deeper.
The name Heaven was perfect for this area of the resort because that was the only way to describe it…
Heaven.
But then, it helped to be intimate with the right people, too. He could say with one-hundred percent certainty that Cam and Hope were the right people.
Years of worrying that he’d never find anyone he was attracted to as much as Cam was now officially over. His future was looking bright between this unexpected relationship and his new job, which he also loved.
Her husky, “Pinch my nipples,” had his eyes flashing open, only to see she was now looking over her shoulder to address Cam. “Don’t touch yourself. You can only watch.”
Whether Cam responded or not, Nolan didn’t know because Hope was busy sliding down his cock and it was now difficult to think about anything else.
He rolled both dusky nipples between his thumbs and forefingers at the same time she reached back and cupped his balls, massaging them like Cam had.
“Twist them harder. And don’t you come,” Hope warned in Nolan’s ear. “If you can hold off, I have a surprise for you.”
While he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off, he did his best as he continued to tug and tweak her nipples. She captured his lips and swept her tongue through his mouth. He enthusiastically returned the kiss, but soon separated as she began to bounce frantically on his lap like a wild woman. The sounds of her moaning, groaning, and whimpering on his cock made him feel as wild as she looked.
He gritted his teeth and willed himself to keep his cum contained, but his brain was spinning and his balls were crying. He felt his balls draw up against him and knew he was going to have to admit defeat.
Simply accept whatever punishment she deemed fit for his failure.
He wasn’t a quitter, however, and wouldn’t go down without a fight. He planned to do everything in his power to watch her come apart again.
With a tight grip on one breast, he dropped his other hand to where they were connected, where her pussy swallowed his cock every time she dropped all her weight onto his lap before freeing it as she pushed up on her toes.
He pinched and tugged on her swollen clit the same way he did her nipple.
“Yessss,” hissed out of her. Her hooded eyes were now unfocused, her mouth gaping, and her chest pumping as she rode him frantically. “Yes, just like that…like that.”
He blocked her words from his brain, which was spinning like a top.
Her arms wrapped around his head, pulling his face between her breasts, making it hard for him to breathe.
Hell, who needed oxygen, anyway?
He was okay with her “little death” causing his actual death.
Pleasurable torture. That was what it was. Fucking her was the pleasure, trying his damnedest not to come being the opposite.
She rocked back and forth, grinding her pussy against his thumb and cock until she froze and stiffened. Then her forehead slammed into his shoulder as she released a high-pitched cry as her cunt rippled around him.
Oh, thank fuck. His own relief was right around the corner.
Or he sure hoped it was since he couldn’t take much more. “Can I come, my queen?” he forced out.