Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Easy, love,” comes a male voice. Tobias.
His face appears over her shoulder and then he’s pressing Elise’s tits down into my chest, aligning her upper body flat to mine, her thighs still hanging down on either side of my hips. It changes the friction between us unexpectedly and we grind into it frantically. “Gabe,” Tobias rasps, dragging his thumb up and back in the valley of Elise’s backside. “Can you stay hard long enough for me to groom this pretty asshole?”
He smiles like the devil and jiggles his middle finger against that back entrance. And her pussy clenches up so tight around me that I have to reach up and grip the headboard momentarily, the wooden edge biting into my palm and preventing me from spilling. For now.
“Doubt it,” I pant.
Not when she continues to ride my dick up and down while looking me in the eye, breathing fast, her puckered nipples slipping and sliding in my chest hair. My view from above allows me to watch down the length of her gorgeous back as Tobias spits on her asshole and worries his middle fingers against it, Banks observing over his shoulder. And it reminds me I can do more for her, that I am dying to do more for her. Holding her mouth in a sucking kiss, I wedge my fingers between us and use the pad of my thumb to tease her clit—
“Gabe!” she screams behind her teeth, milking me faster, harder, her body in a sweaty lather now. I’m pumping my hips like a beast. This is the longest I’ve ever lasted with her and it’s also the best fuck of my goddamn life, so I have no idea how I’m pulling it off. I’m watching two men visibly obsess over her ass while I repeatedly smack her pussy full and she’s biting me now, my pecs, my shoulders, my lips. She’s fucking biting me, her little nub swelling against the pad of my thumb. Her whimpers are getting louder. My hips drill up and up and up.
“Come on, you hot, slippery tease.”
She gasps into our kiss, her eyes losing focus.
Even through the condom, I can feel the spread of warmth that signals her orgasm. And if that wasn’t enough proof, she’s cinched up around my cock like a fucking bolt cutter and I’m done. I rear up with her still impaled on my lap and bellow her name, the pleasure pouring out of me in thick, painful waves. Every muscle in my body is seized up and shaking and I’m still watching Tobias pump his fingers in and out of her tight asshole, and so help me God, it makes my orgasm last forever. For fucking ever.
“Tell me I made you come,” I demand against her mouth. “Tell me over and over again.”
“You made me come, baby, you made me come so good,” she hiccups against my mouth, still working her pussy in hot little circles, grinding every last drop out of me. She ruined me days ago in the hotel room, but I’m renewed now. I’m her man, now.
I handle that business.
Thank God.
She’s pried off of me by two sets of hands and as badly as I’d like to cuddle her up and kiss every inch of her body and talk about going on vacations and meeting each other’s parents, I won’t prevent our woman from finding even more pleasure.
The most pleasure.
And I never will.
* * *
Tobias
* * *
A lot of the sex I’ve had throughout my life was choreographed. Designed specifically to appeal to a viewer through lighting, body positioning and camera angles and acting. Yet somehow the four of us move like we’ve practiced this dance a thousand times. We’re masters. It’s seamless. And it’s all because of Elise. She isn’t thinking now, it’s easy to see that by looking into her eyes. She’s gone to some land where all that exists is gratification. That’s right where we want her.
She’s like a prima ballerina in the middle of a glorious lift, being passed in my hands from Gabe to Banks, her delicious body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I haven’t said a word to Banks about how we’ll accomplish making love to her at the same time. Somehow, it’s just understood. Somehow, we already know because the choreography is coming from our hearts, not just our heads or our junk. It’s the sexual version of a shared psychosis. We’re reading each other’s minds and all of our minds are one hundred percent attuned to her. To each other.
I’m fucking shaken by it.
Banks receives a still-gasping Elise in his arms and turns her around to face me, holding her arms behind her back, his tongue licking up the side of her neck. I’ve never seen anyone in her state. Thighs spasming, breath racing, body aroused and straining. And not attempting to control or hide any of it from us. She’s magnificent.