Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I whisper.
Clint makes a pained sound, but I know he wants this too from the way his hand shifts higher, cupping my pussy over my pants and underwear. When he presses against my sex, I tilt my hips, seeking more contact.
Maverick’s fingers tug at my nipple, pinching and rolling, and the connection of bright pleasure lights me up between my thighs.
“Take off her blouse.” Jesse’s order cuts through the quiet, harsh enough to make me jump. Maverick makes quick work of getting me undressed, flicking the front clasp of my bra so that my breasts spill free. His mouth is hot against my nipple as Clint unzips my jeans, shimmying them over my hips. I’m already wet, and the night air licks coolly against my pretty panties. At least tonight, I don’t have to be self-conscious of my underwear. The shy, cautious, scared girl I was is gone thanks to these men.
“Touch her,” Jesse orders. He’s closer now, leaning in for a better view. My face flushes hot as Maverick eases my panties to one side and runs his thick finger through my slickness. I moan as Clint sucks my other nipple, and I have to grip the cushion beneath me to keep some form of control. Maverick’s finger circles my clit, then slides lower, pushing inside me.
The rasp of a tongue replaces his finger, and when I look down, Jesse’s kneeling between my legs, flicking my clit with harsh, rhythmic strokes that make my toes curl. Maverick pumps into me, and Clint nips at my nipple, and between the three of them, they form an unholy alliance of pleasure that tears through me, rendering me rigid, then relaxed and totally satiated.
“That’s it,” Jesse says, drawing back and licking his lips. “Good girl. Now it’s our turn.”
I’m too lost in sensation to wonder what that might mean. Jesse’s jeans are already open, and his cock is free, standing hard and slick in the circle of his fist. He pulls me from the seat into his lap but then shifts my position so my back is to his chest. He covers the ground with my jeans and his shirt, so my knees don’t get ruined, then he angles my hips and eases my pussy onto his waiting erection. My eyes meet Clint’s as he palms his dick, watching my shocked expression morph into bliss. Jesse’s so thick from this angle, with his hand on my spine, he sits deep enough to make my toes curl.
“That’s it, princess,” he says as I roll my hips. “Take Maverick into your mouth. Taste him.”
Maverick shifts closer, happy to listen to instructions. His thumb grazes my bottom lip slowly, over and over, until I open my mouth to suck it. Our eyes stay glued as he replaces his thumb with the head of his dick. He tastes good, and his scent flips a dark switch, forcing me to take him deeper than is comfortable. He wraps my hand around Clint’s waiting cock. “That’s it. Stroke his dick… make it nice and tight… make him feel it. Mmmm…. good girl. Look at you taking us all.” His words lick fire between my thighs, making everything tighter and more swollen. I become lost in the push and pull, the feel of Jesse’s fingers biting my hips, Maverick’s hand on the back of my head, and Clint’s fingers wrapped around mine, guiding his preferred rhythm.
“Damn, look at you,” Maverick says as he rests his hand on the back of my head.
“Look at the way she moves,” Clint says. “Look at those hips and thighs.”
I float in the pleasure that inflates between my legs as Jesse finds my clit with the rough pad of his thumb. More, I think. I need more.
More of these men I’ve come to love so deeply I’d do anything for them. More of the connection we have. More of the bright and brilliant feelings they inspire in me.
“That’s it. Give it to Daddy. Let me feel you.” Jesse strums my body like Maverick fingers his guitar strings. On the first taste of Maverick coming in my throat, I experience pleasure that feels so violent that I lose control of my limbs.
Jesse holds me upright, anchoring me to his chest. Maverick stares down at me as he cups his dick, his eyes bleary and hair mussed, a sly and contented smile making him handsome enough to steal more of my breath.
“Clint’s turn,” Jesse tells me, lifting me until his cock slips free and I’m left empty.
“Maybe we should take this inside,” Clint says. He doesn’t wait for agreement but carries me like I weigh less than a baby elk towards the door and waits for Jesse to open up. We don’t make it up the stairs to the bedrooms. Clint decides on the den, dropping to his knees and laying me on the rug. He grabs a throw pillow and lifts my head, positioning it for my comfort, then he spreads my legs wide and enters me quickly enough to make my teeth clink. “Goddamn,” he growls through gritted teeth, pounding into me with punishing hips. His hand clasps my throat, holding me tightly so he can angle my mouth to kiss him. My head spins with every blissful slide of his root over my clit, his brutal fingers on my nipples, the building need in him that thickens his cock inside me.