Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“I don’t have anything to do but make you happy,” Vincent tells me. “I don’t have anything holding me back. I don’t have anything I’m struggling with.”
“I’m glad, Vincent,” I tell him. I reach out and touch his hand and hear troubled moaning from the bedroom. Nathan is caught in some terrible dream. His head tosses back and forth. “No,” he’s saying. “Please…”
I get up and walk over to the bed and shake him awake.
“Nathan, baby?” I sit on the edge of the bed and gently touch his face. He stares at the ceiling, sweat covering his body. “Are you okay?”
“Yes” he says, looking around the room like he’s searching for an intruder because he’s on edge at the end of a nightmare.
“You’re okay, Nathan.” I move my hand in a sweeping gesture about the room. “See? Just me and Vincent here, everything’s fine.”
Nathan sits up in bed, his beautiful body glistening in sweat, and takes a cigarette out and lights it. He takes a drag and lets out a thick cloud of smoke before saying another word. Then he gets up and walks out onto the balcony. Vincent offers him a glass of wine, but it’s not Nathan’s style. He prefers the hard, fiery threat of whiskey. He drinks it down anyway, and the nightmare starts to fade. He sits in the chair and puts his strong fingers around my wrist, pulling me toward him and we kiss. That, too, will probably help him forget the nightmare.
“I’m sorry you keep having these,” I say.
“You have to let it go,” Vincent offers his advice. “Whatever it is that is haunting you. I bet once you do, it will stop.”
“It won’t let me go,” Nathan says as he stares down at my hand and runs his thumb along my knuckles before bringing it up to his mouth and kissing my hand.
“I can still taste you. I woke up tasting you in my mouth, and it was the sweetest thing. You taste so good, Isadora. I want to taste you over and over and over again.”
“Oh, Nathan.” Nathan stands up, his cock still erect, and pulls me up with him, pressing me against his chest. I kiss him, and when I look into his eyes after I break the kiss, I finally see the darkness clouding his soul starting to break away.
“I have a request,” Vincent says, speaking up.
“Of course.” This is great. I want Vincent to speak his mind more.
“Give me a blowjob, in front of Nathan…please.”
I take Vincent by the wrist and pull him toward me. Nathan watches, but says nothing.
Vincent sits on the bed and takes my lips with his. I run my hand over the length of his cock, the massive girth too large for my small hand. I kneel before him and open my mouth, but Vincent protests.
“No, no,” Vincent says, his voice quite raspy as he takes my wrists in his hands. His hold is gentle but firm. “Our princess shouldn’t be on the floor.”
He lifts me so I’m on the bed, on my knees, in front of Nathan. Nathan leans up on his elbows to watch, his trousers rising in a triangle tent shape in front. Nathan strips his pants down his strong thighs, his heavy, erect cock bobbing free, and he lay there, his hand lazily touching himself, as he watches Vincent and me.
I suck Vincent’s length in my mouth, then reach over and stroke Nathan. Nathan shifts on the bed, spreading his legs, and I cup his balls in my hand, tracing my thumb over the delicate skin.
“Oh…” He frowns, and a seductive sulk takes over his face. I look back at him and he crawls over to me, his cock perked up nice and hard now. He pulls my mouth away from Vincent and roughly takes my lips, before quickly releasing me and urging my mouth back toward Vincent’s waiting dick.
I feel Nathan’s fingers press into my soft hips as he gets behind me and kisses me on the shoulders.
“Nightmares or not, touching you is way better than sleeping,” he says.
Nathan peppers kisses down my spine, his lips making their way over my bottom. He adjusts my position so I’m kneeling on the bed, knees spread, ass in the air, but with a direct access to continue blowing Vincent. I feel Nathan’s cock presses against my thigh, then with a fascinating thrust, he’s injecting himself in me with a breathy groan.
I release my lips from Vincent’s cock, kissing my way over his abs then grinding my ass back against Nathan’s thrusts and creating a delicious friction that I’m soon lost in.
My body aches, reeling with the pleasure received.
“Oh, Nathan…” I sigh. Vincent grips his cock in his strong hand and strokes himself up and down, pumping gently at the base. Vincent wraps his hand around my throat and plunges deep into my throat as Nathan’s cock massages my inner walls. He’s astoundingly big anyway, but engorged with lust Nathan seems even bigger; a monstrous cock, and he knows how to use it.