Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Time stops and I just float for a bit in bliss, flopped back on the mattress. The hands on my body go from rough to gentle, stroking me as I recover, but when I open my eyes, Crash is right there, his big cock only an inch away. He looks way too big for me, but I know how amazing he feels, so I spread my legs to invite him in.
He fills me perfectly and completely. Every time he pulls back, I miss the feel of him, and every time he pushes in, my breath goes with it. “Fuck, so goddamn good,” he groans.
But then he pulls out all the way. I look down, about to ask, when Devil takes his place. I moan as he slides deep, similar and different at once. Hard and eager, but his grip is different from Crash's and he leans in to capture a nipple with his mouth while he strokes in and out. I'm learning Devil is definitely a breast man—not that I'm complaining.
And then he's gone, and this time I know what's next. Preacher covers me, taking my mouth in a passionate kiss as he pushes in, hard again already. I meet it, our tongues playing, chasing each other while he drives into me hard. His hips smack against my thighs with every thrust, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in his quarters.
It's a never ending rotation of pleasure. “You don't know what you do to me,” I moan. “If I could have you all at once, I would.”
Devil's in me when I say it, and he stops, buried all the way inside. He grins. “We could make that happen.”
I blink at him while I brush a sweaty strand of hair out of my face. “What do you mean?”
“How wild are you feeling tonight, baby?”
“Um… Isn’t this already pretty wild?”
He smirks. “Do you want to be our very good bad girl?”
There's a challenge hanging in the air, and while Devil is all confident, looking me right in the eyes while holding his big cock still inside me, Crash and Preacher are watching me closely for a reaction. Even unmoving, I can feel Devil's pulse.
“Show me.” If they don't think that I'm ready for a challenge, they're going to have to think again.
Devil’s grin is so naughty I’m already second guessing myself but too curious to turn back. “If it’s too much, just tell us, but I think you’re going to have the time of your fucking life. Ready?”
I nod, a little nervous when he puts it like that.
“I got lube,” says Preacher, holding up a little plastic bottle. Should I be more nervous? No, I'm doing this, whatever it is.
Crash drops onto the bed next to me, on his back and with his fingers at the base of his cock, so it points straight up. “Bet you'll like riding this even more than my motorcycle.”
I don't even think about it, straddling his hips and sliding onto him with a throaty groan until I've captured all of him. He's so thick, so good.
So, so good.
Right away, he wraps his powerful arms around me and pulls me against his chest, mashing my breasts against him and putting my butt up in the air.
I wiggle against him, but he holds me still. “You won't even let me move?”
Before he gets a chance to answer, my skirt is flipped up and there’s a slick touch on my butt. I gasp in surprise, trying to inch forwards, but Crash's grip is firm and I'm anchored by his thick cock.
“Easy, angel” says Preacher as he rubs the slipperiness right into my butt. It feels especially strange with Crash still in me, and when he presses his thumb in, I let out a surprised little squeal. “You okay? Did it hurt?”
I shake my head. “No. Just… a little weird. And surprising.”
“Good,” he says. He slides his thumb in and out, adding more and more lube as he pushes it into me. And it's getting me hotter. Crash isn't even moving, but the more Preacher plays with my butt, the easier it is to relax and it even starts to feel a little good.
Devil settles on the bed next to us, running his hand up and down my back. He caresses over my shoulder blades, then slides right down along my spine, making me shiver.
“Nice squeeze,” says Preacher with a little laugh as I go tight around him and Crash. He squirts more lube, spreading it thick before pulling his thumb out. I miss it now that I've gotten used to it.
“You don't have to stop,” I moan as Crash shifts me a little with his big hands.
“Don't worry,” he says. “I don't fucking plan to.” And then he's up on the bed behind me. Something bigger than his thumb nudges against my behind, and suddenly I realize what they plan to do.