Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
His breath fanned my neck, our bodies were slick with sweat. It had been so good, my fingers tingled. I had thought about being with Nix as my vibrator got me off, but it had been nothing like this. Not even close. And I wasn’t even done.
Nix reached between us, held onto the base of the condom as he pulled out, sat back on his heels. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He grinned, his eyes sated and happy.
I smiled shyly up at him. My pussy throbbed, almost ached from the pounding. But I was ready for more.
“How do you want her, Donovan?”
“Hands and knees, Kitty Kat. Face the bathroom so when Nix comes out, he can watch you get fucked.”
Nix moved off the bed and gave me a wink before he went to dispose of the condom. I rolled and looked at Donovan as I moved as he wanted. Compared him to Nix.
Donovan was bigger. Everywhere. He was just a larger man. Football big. Legs like tree trunks. Torso like a barrel. Dick like a third arm.
“Like what you see?” he asked, giving himself another stroke.
I nodded, licked my lips.
“Fuck, Kitty Kat. You can suck me off another time. I tasted that gorgeous pussy. It’s time to fuck it.”
He stalked around the bed and I turned my head to watch him as he moved. Kneeling on the bed behind me, his hand slid down the length of my back.
“You wet for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, as he slid a finger through my folds.
“Sore?”
I shook my head.
“Ready for more dick?”
I wiggled my hips. “Please, Donovan.”
Gripping the base, he slid the head over me. “Please, what?”
“Please give me more dick. Ahhhh!”
He didn’t wait, slid into me in one slow push. Where Nix had been big, Donovan was thicker, stretching me so much. Where Nix had been a touch wild, Donovan was controlled. Completely opposite of their personalities.
A big hand settled on my shoulder as he began to take me, keeping me from moving across the bed. His other hand cupped my breast, played with the nipple.
That was how Nix saw me when he came out of his bathroom. Being fucked from behind and taken hard.
“Shit, I’m hard again,” he swore.
He was. His dick was growing as I watched. My fingers clenched the blanket as Donovan wrung the pleasure from me, slow enough to be almost torture. Perhaps he was moving carefully because of his size, but it was so good. I pushed back as he thrust to get as much of him as I could. I’d never come three times before, but I was ready to do so again. I’d never been so eager. So… hot for it.
“Nix, come here,” I said, my voice sounding so unlike my own, all sultry and breathy.
He stepped close and I reached out, gripped his cock and pulled him closer. He didn’t resist, not one bit. I was in just the right position to lick him, then take him into my mouth. He was clean tasting and smooth against my tongue. Yet hard and big enough to doubt I’d be able to take all of him.
“Kit,” he moaned.
I was being bold. I’d never been like this before. Wild. Passionate to have one man fuck me while I sucked another one off. These two pulled it out of me, brought out a side I’d never known. They weren’t complaining. In fact, they liked it. Liked me this way and that made me even hotter.
I sucked Nix as best I could as Donovan fucked me. All three of us together, giving each other pleasure. None of us lasted long, for it was just too good. Nix, who’d come just a short time ago, came first, his salty essence coating my tongue. He pulled out and I came, the pleasure like a rolling wave, taking me under. That finished Donovan off and he pulled me up and back so I was pressed against him, straddling his thighs. “Kitty Kat,” he breathed into my ear as I felt him pulse and fill the condom.
I must have passed out in his arms because I vaguely remembered a washcloth between my thighs, a blanket being pulled over me. A hard body to nestle against. I just knew I was content. Sated.
6
NIX
I lay awake thinking about the case. Kit was tucked into my side, her arm over my belly, one leg tucked over mine. I was hard, again, but I ignored it as best I could. I’d come twice and while my balls should have been empty, I wanted her again. I didn’t think it would ever stop, this need.
But now she was in my arms. Her scent filled the air, along with the tang of sex. And that made me even harder. She’d been wild. Passionate. Naughty. Just as I’d expected. She was so reserved, kept her emotions on lockdown all the time. I didn’t blame her, not with her mom the way she was. The woman could be set off by anything. News. The weather. Hell, even the mailman knocking on the door. Kit had learned to hide any kind of intense emotions. Too much excitement or too much worry could destroy Mrs. Lancaster’s perfectly balanced life. That was how Kit had worded it, and it made sense.