Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Leaning down, he kisses me. “All right, lovely?” I nod, and he lies down next to me. “Do you want to be on top?” I shake my head. “You’re sure?”
“Get on with it,” I tell him teasingly, and he laughs and moves to kneel between my legs.
Taking himself in hand, he runs the tip through my slickness. “So slippery wet for us,” he says softly. He taps my clit gently, and I whimper an entreaty.
When he finally moves over me, I’m too eager to be nervous. There’s only the slightest discomfort as he presses slowly inside me. He takes his time, pausing several times, letting me breathe and adjust to his size, until eventually his hips bump up to mine. He’s as deep as he can go, and I am so wonderfully full of him. His forehead pressed to mine, he whispers, “Ava.”
I take his face in my hands and kiss him, so thankful this is happening like this, with all my men here. After a long pause, Gray starts to move in long, slow strokes that create a delicious friction as he rubs against my inner walls. “You feel so good.”
“Good girl. Now just relax and enjoy.”
He keeps his pace slow, with seemingly endless patience, and I can’t stop moaning. All my lessons up to this point didn’t prepare me for how incredible the deed itself would actually feel.
Brax and Erik are standing at the foot of the bed, watching us, each with a hand gripping his cock. “That’s so hot,” I groan when I lean up to watch them back.
“Oh, Ava.” Gray nuzzles my neck. “You’re so deliciously naughty, in all the right ways.” I glow with pleasure at his words, even as my body overloads with sensation.
My hips start to lift, matching his rhythm, my body asking for more with instincts as old as time. He speeds up just a little, but it’s not enough. “Gray … I need …”
He lifts my hips, angling me so that his cock is rubbing directly over my clit with every stroke. “Oh, yes,” I almost sob. He goes faster, and I can feel how close my orgasm is. “I’m going to come!”
“Let it happen, love.”
But it doesn’t. I’m so close, but I can’t quite get there, my head tossing in frustration. He speeds up again, and now it’s like he’s pummeling me, and I love it, I love it, I can feel the lightning about to strike, and then it does, and I clamp down so hard on Gray that he has to stop moving, but he rocks against me, and my limbs flail as a huge climax crashes through me.
When my spasms finally subside, Gray starts to move again. A few more thrusts, and his cock swells inside me. I have a sudden wish that he wasn’t wearing a condom, that I could feel everything.
Even with the thin barrier between us, I feel him stiffen and pulse repeatedly deep inside me, and I picture his release spurting out of him, and I can’t even put words to how it makes me feel to share this experience with him. All I can do is take in every detail, and try to commit to memory his spicy scent, the thin sheen of sweat on his skin, the press of his firm chest against mine.
“Thank you,” he says quietly, and kisses me deeply before he slides away and heads for the bathroom.
Brax hands me a water bottle and waits until I’ve had a long drink before he sits next to me on the bed. “How are you doing?”
I smile at him. “Good. Really good.”
“Glad to hear it. You want to rest now, or—”
“No,” I say firmly.
That gets me a grin. “Want to try cowgirl?”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll show you.” He rolls on a condom, then lies down on the other side of me and lifts me over him. “Guide me in, darlin’.”
I reach for him and position him at my entrance. “That’s right,” he says. “Now just let your weight carry you down.”
Slowly, I sink onto him, closing my eyes as he fills me. When I open them again, he smiles and says, “Now, lean forward … feel that?”
“Ooh, yes.”
“You can brace your hands right here, and go as fast or as slow as you want.” I do as he says and begin to ride him, remembering how we talked about this the night when I first touched them all. Brax cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
This position lets my body make its demands clear. It tells me how to shift the angle of my body, when to speed up, when to go even faster. My clit, it turns out, is very bossy. I give it what it wants, and shout when my orgasm hits.
Brax flips us over and drills into me, hard and fast, for a few seconds before he stops and groans out his own release. Rolling off me, he pulls me close and cuddles me for a few moments before kissing me and climbing off the bed.