Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I stare at them, my eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
“Wait a minute. Do you guys actually … you know, do that together, one on one? Without a woman present, I mean?”
The two men share a look.
“No never,” says Raider.
“It’s just not our things,” adds Ryan with a shrug. “We find that we prefer being with a woman. She is the center of attention, and we generally focus our energies on her. But being with each other enhances the experience, and so sometimes we indulge. It’s great, to be honest. The added level of sensuality is something that can only be achieved if all three members of the menage are totally engaged and focused on one another.”
My mouth is so dry that I can hardly speak. In fact, I feel like I’m melting into a puddle on the chair right now, because this turn of events has blown me away. I’ve always fantasized about being with two men simultaneously. But two men who are also into each other? Holy hell. The possibilities are endless.
After all, I find men to be irresistible, and especially Raider and Ryan. They’re huge, gorgeous, and if I’m not mistaken, both of them are sporting war hammers in their pants that would make another girl cringe in fear. But if they actually use those war hammers on each other too? I’d love to see it. I’m not sure how I’ll feel about it just yet, but I’m open to possibilities. After all, it’s my thirtieth birthday, and I might as well go out swinging. If I’m going to break one boundary by engaging in a menage, then I might as well break another one too while I’m at it.
“So what do you say?” asks Raider in a low growl, his blue eyes piercing me from where he sits on the sofa. Both of their forms are tense, but I can tell it’s from repressed energy. The air between us practically crackles.
“Are you game?” asks Ryan, his tone of voice more smooth. Yet I can tell that he’s excited too. Both men look ravenous, and as I stare at them, something twitches in the corner of my eye. Oh my god. Their snakes are coming to life, and I can literally see the long, hard lengths growing in their trouser legs. With Ryan, it wraps around his waist, huge and thick. With Raider, his shaft keeps growing and growing until it practically reaches his knee.
His knee? Am I ready for this? After all, I’m just one woman. Can I really service two men? But suddenly, a hot rush of warmth washes over my curvy form, and I know I want it because this is the ultimate fantasy come true.
With my heart pitter-pattering at a hundred miles an hour, I take a deep breath and meet Ryan and Raider’s eyes.
“Okay,” I say in a soft voice. “Let’s try it.”
Immediately, the bulges in their pants grow even more pronounced. Are my eyes deceiving me, or did the tip of Raider’s shaft just poke over his belt? But I don’t have time to wonder because immediately, both men are working their shirts over their heads, revealing wide, bronzed chests.
My mouth goes dry and my body moist in its most intimate place. Oh my god, Raider and Ryan are absolutely heavenly. Their shoulders are broad, and they have developed pecs as well as hard washboard abs. Raider has a line of hair that leads to below his jeans, and now, I definitely catch a glimpse of his tip peeping above his belt.
“That’s right,” he grins, seeing my wide eyes. “This is all for you, Amy.”
Then, the two men stand and begin to unbutton their pants. Their belts fall to the floor with metallic clinks, and then two pairs of jeans drop in crumpled heaps before being kicked away. If I thought I’d been breathless before, then I had no idea what was going to come because now, there’s absolutely no oxygen in my lungs. The two men are huge, hung, and absolutely enormous.
Raider’s pole looks to be about ten inches, and it juts forward from his hips, the tip gleaming with a purple helmet. As I watch, the hole at the front begins to seep, and a small drip of flavor oozes out, dangling towards the floor.
“You don’t mind if I get your carpet dirty, do you?” he asks in a low rumble. I shake my head, unable to find any words.
Meanwhile, Ryan begins stroking himself, and the steady rhythm of his hands reveals a gleaming pole, with a giant vein on the top, and another giant vein pulsing along the bottom. His balls are tight and high already, like he’s primed to go.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps. “Can you take it off for us, Amy? We want you so bad.”