Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
He hisses, lifting his hips higher, and I don’t even second-guess. Directing him down the slit of my pussy, I tense when his smooth tip glides over my clit and rests against my entrance.
“Shit,” he curses, biting down on his lower lip. “Shi, don’t—”
I drop my weight down with a scream, the sting around my opening throbbing to a gentle numb pinch. Oh God. It has been too long already, but has it ever been like this?
“Fuck…” Dion gasps behind me, and I turn to look over my shoulder, gripping Sparrow from the back of his neck.
“What’s the matter? Don’t like not being in control?” I flash him a wicked smirk before going to where Dion is lying back on his elbow on the bed, head tilted and eyes low.
He smirks, dragging his eyes up to meet mine. “Oh, not me, baby girl. Personally?” He grabs the bulge in his briefs, squeezing. “I’ve been waiting for it.”
I come back to Sparrow, waiting for the throbbing to simmer down before slowly lifting my hips up and riding him down slowly. So slowly. His cock is thick—too fucking thick. The suffocation of having him inside of me is a death I’m willing to succumb to.
I continue to roll my hips slowly, picking up the pace only enough to still be able to control it. Sparrow brings his hands to my ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
“You fuck like a slut.”
I ignore his words as my head rolls back. His cock grinds against my walls, and I need to keep myself in check to stop from building into an orgasm. Warmth covers my nipple, and my eyes pop open when heat fills my belly, and all control I had over said orgasm explodes around me in little colorful dots. His hips start slapping up against mine until I’m bouncing up and down without any effort. He wraps his arm around my back, holding me against him as he continues to fuck with the same kind of anger that one would kill.
“Sparrow…” His name is lost on my lips when a live wire ignites infernos beneath my skin. “Slow…stop—”
“What? Fuck you harder?”
His fingertips dig into my hips as he throws my weight up and down over his girth like a doll, completely at his mercy. The pent-up energy inside my belly explodes, filling my body with euphoria that tingles throughout. My orgasm seizes my muscles as my body jerks shamelessly in his grip. I fall against his chest, coming down with jarring movements, but he doesn’t stop. His cock continues to pound inside of me as cum drips down my thighs.
“Up!” He wraps my hair around his fist, directing me off his cock. He looks over my shoulder, nudging his head upward in a jerking motion.
A hand circles a cheek on my ass gently, and I move my hair over one shoulder to see Dion at the other end. His eyes on mine. “Need to see this olive skin with a touch of pink.”
“Do it.” Excitement buzzes through my body, and no matter how much I try to fight it, I’m too far gone to care. I want it all. I want whatever they give me and then some. I want them to only do this with me, and if any other girl gets it, I’d most likely kill her.
Malyk paces back and forth in front of the window, watching us slowly. He stops every now and then, as if a battle is raging inside of his head that he doesn’t want to share with any of us.
A loud slap vibrates around the room as another sting bites into my cheek. He must have brought his hand lower this time, because I feel the aftershocks over my pussy.
“More?”
I bite down on my lower lip before dipping down and flicking Sparrow’s dick with the curve of my tongue. I’ve swallowed as much of him as possible, our cum mixing together and sliding down the back of my throat, just as Dion’s finger finds my hole and he flicks my clit roughly.
“Our…” Dion whispers.
I take Sparrow deeper into my mouth until my throat constricts around his length, triggering my gag reflex.
“Little…”
Malyk stops walking, and then he’s near me in a flash. His hand is in my hair as he directs me down and over Sparrow’s dick. “Slut…” he whispers, and I reach for his jeans, yanking his buckle off his belt until they fall to his ankles. I pop up from Sparrow as Dion sinks inside of me from behind.
“Oh my fucking—” Sparrow’s hand squeezes around my chin, forcing my gaze up to him.
“Don’t fucking say it.” The smell of weed filters through the air, and I reach for Malyk’s thick cock, squeezing it in the palm of my hand.
He massages my head gently, and I keep my eyes on his as I slowly take him into my mouth. His touch is gentle but not the kind that gets girls bored. It’s the kind that makes you wonder what he’s overcompensating for. As if I’m his savior and the answer to all his prayers. The only time he would ever be soft.