Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I nod, and Tex buries his long tongue in my needy pussy, swiping greedily through my folds. I'm so slick with excitement that I can hear it. God, my fantasies were so tame compared to reality. "But I want to learn. Teach me something. How can I make you feel like Tex is making me feel?"
Riot grins and grabs a pillow. "Sit up a little, baby girl." I raise my head and shoulders off the mattress, which gives me a good view of Tex feasting between my legs. Mesmerized, I spread my legs wider to give him room while Riot slides the pillow under my shoulders. "Okay, ease back. Yeah, like that. Fucking perfect."
With the thick pillow under me, my head hangs back a little off the edge. It feels weird until Riot gets into position behind my head and guides his slick cock to my lips.
Oh. Now I get it.
He waits, letting me decide.
"Tell me if I do it wrong, okay?" I open my mouth for him.
"Watch your teeth. Other than that, I don't think you could do this wrong if you fucking tried," he groans, nudging the thick head between my lips.
I touch my tongue to him, tentatively. Exploring. He mostly tastes like skin, maybe a little salty. A drop of slick wetness touches my tongue as I swipe it over the tip, and I spread it around, exploring the shape and feel of him. He groans, letting me know I'm on the right track.
I love the way they make me feel, but it’s also fun to see how I can do the same to them.
I use Tex’s techniques as inspiration for my own trials around Riot’s cock. It’s obviously not the same, but exploring with my tongue, and using different speeds and intensity to see how he reacts as I explore. It's not long before his hips are moving, thrusting gently into my mouth. He must be eager to go deeper, but it’s a little scary.
“Put your hand around my base,” Riot suggests. “It feels good for me, and that way you can control how deep I go.”
I lose my grip on Ghost as he moves to straddle my chest. I can't see him in this position, but I try to reach for him with my free hand, to find his length again so I can make it feel good.
He brushes my hand away, and stops me with his commanding voice, "No, baby. Concentrate on the cock in your mouth and the feel of us touching your body. You’ve got everything I need right here." There's a little plastic pop, before something cool and slippery drips onto my chest. Did he finish already? No, too cool. He grabs both of my breasts and squeezes them together, wrapped tight around his cock. When he thrusts, he moves easily in the slickness he put there.
I gasp around Riot. It feels strange, but not in a bad way. My breasts are sensitive, and it’s a very intense feeling to have Ghost sliding against me, so close by.
Being surrounded by three naked men is deliciously sinful. After being so starved for touch, this is like finding an oasis in a desert. A week ago, I was afraid I’d die without ever experiencing life, and now I'm being worshiped by three hard, dangerous, drop dead sexy bikers.
It makes me feel safe. Seen.
Loved?
It's too early for that. I'm not sure what my future will be, and right now I can’t imagine having to choose between them. Tex, Riot and Ghost are all mixed up together in my head and in my heart. If it came down to it, I think I’d rather leave and have this memory than be forced to settle down with just one and see the others move on.
Jealousy I haven’t earned stabs me right in the heart. I shove it away and clear my mind. I refuse to spoil this moment by worrying about the future.
I grab Ghost's thigh, my nails digging into his skin as Tex's tonguing gets more intense. My back arches. If Ghost wasn't keeping me pressed down to the bed, I think I'd fly away. I close my eyes and hold on, remembering how it was with Riot, and feeling that same surge just out of my grasp, but even more intense.
After all, last time I only had one man pleasing me.
Now I have three.
I'm getting spoiled already. Maybe the biker sluts are onto something. If more women knew what they were missing, there wouldn’t be enough men to go around.
Ghost slides off my chest, disengaging my claws and leaving me to dig my fingers into the sheets instead, but he makes up for it by leaning in and capturing my nipple in his mouth. His short beard tickles as his tongue swirls around my nipple. He nips lightly, making my core clench. And then Riot eases away from my head, sliding the pillow away and sucking my other nipple into his mouth.