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)
Not yet, but I've got my hopes up.
Ghost uses his grip to give push my head down on Tex just a little bit firmer, up and down a couple of times, before he suddenly lets go so he can peel off his underwear. He must've been watching for a bit, because he's already fiercely hard. There's something about them taking control of me that's so incredibly sexy. I do my best to please them, but when they decide to straight up use me… is it weird that I find that so hot?
Riot tongues me harder. Faster, like he's trying to draw my attention back to him instead of mooning over Ghost's cock. It's working. Each swipe sends a rush of pleasure through me, making my insides tingle as my wave's starting to crest. The only question is whether I can get Tex there before Riot takes me over the edge.
Tex moans harder and louder, his hips rolling gently, putting more of himself in my mouth with each thrust. He's getting close, but so am I. I close my eyes, just let the sensations flood me, take me higher, take me closer. God, how are they so good at this? I'm losing the race, I think, but I feel like I'm winning anyway.
I explode from the depths of my core, the shock wave spreading through me and raising goosebumps the whole way. My body goes tight and Tex falls from my mouth as I lose control. The orgasm tears through me, driving me completely over the edge. I dig my fingers into the bed sheets, hanging on for dear life while my body quivers and my mind floats. I swear I'm seeing colors that don't exist, and it's all because of Riot's extremely talented tongue.
When I finally come back down to earth, I roll off the both of Tex and Riot and flop onto the bed between them and Ghost. He's already got himself covered, and with me on my back it's easy enough for him to get in between my legs and aim himself. As wet as I am, he slides in easily. He puts his hands in mine and pins me to the bed as he planks over me and starts thrusting with long, slow rolls of his hips. Every time he fills me up, he takes my breath away.
Tex slides down on one side and Riot slides up on the other, so they can take one nipple each to nip at with their teeth and flick their tongues over. There are hands everywhere, and I don't even know which is whose anymore. Along my hip, across my throat, digging into my hair. I float, carried helplessly down a river of sensations. Of pleasure. Of sinful delight. And it's so good. These men are like straight up drugs, so addictive that I can't even imagine going through the withdrawals.
I'm already sensitive from my first orgasm, and it's like I'm getting better at them. The more the guys give me, the easier it is for me to come again. They're teaching me how to love myself, in every way, and it's blowing my mind.
But I could be blowing one of them.
"Riot, give me something to suck on."
He laughs and moves around the bed until his thickness nudges against my lips. He said once that this didn't have to be transactional, but after how he just made me feel with his tongue, I can't help but want to return the favor either. I open my mouth and take him in. I think he might've been helping himself out while he was licking me, because he's already slick all over with precum. I made him do that, and that's crazy hot.
"Fuck," Ghost hisses, and suddenly pulls out. I whimper around Riot at the sudden loss. "Tex, take over," he orders. "Not ready to blow yet."
Tex scrambles to cover himself, and then he's pushing my thighs back and pressing himself into me. God, he's so hard and thick, and I love it. He groans as he slides in, until I've taken all of him. No one makes me feel full like they do, and no one else ever will, if I have a say in the matter.
While I do my best to make Riot come with my mouth and tongue, Tex rocks me back and forth with languid, confident strokes. My hips meet him instinctively, knowing how this dance works better than I do. When I angle just right, he rubs against a spot that has me rolling my eyes back in my head with the pleasure of it. It's like all three of them were built to fit me perfectly.
"Lube?" Tex asks Ghost.
"Incoming." There's a rattle of a drawer before Ghost tosses it to Tex.
Tex runs a hand forwards to capture one of my breasts and play with it. "I was thinking," he says in a sexy low rasp, "that maybe we could show you how you can have all three of us at once. You feeling daring, honey?"