Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
"Fill me," she whispers. "Please."
"Such a good girl."
My cock slides into her so well at this angle. I cover her whole body with my weight, pressing so deep inside her that I bottom out, and she whimpers. Brushing my lips over the shell of her ear, I relish the shiver it induces. "Is this what you wanted, Celine? You wanted three men to own you. Have we given you what you need?"
"Yes." The word is strangled, as though her throat closed involuntarily halfway through uttering it. "Yes."
"I think you can come again," I say, even though I'm close and holding back will be a challenge.
"No." It's said on a gasp as I thrust into her hard. My hand pushes beneath her hip, searching for her clit. When I find it, all I do is press slightly above it as I thrust, knowing that indirect pressure is the most likely thing to get her off after so many orgasms. Damn, she looks and feels so good stretched out and captive on the bed. "Do it," I tell her. "Let go."
And as though my words are the trigger, she clamps around me, her body straining and spasming, and I see stars flashing before my eyes. My balls draw up, and I release like a tidal wave crashing on the shore, groaning long and deep.
Celine takes my weight as I collapse over her, burying my face in her sweet hair. Our bodies are slick, and I have a cramp in my left thigh. She's panting, and her heart is racing so hard, I can feel it against my skin.
All my reservations about getting involved with someone new so fast after leaving Germany slip away. Finding someone who enjoys my kink has helped me shrug off all the tension I brought home with me.
But as I reach out to loosen Celine's wrists, and Elias and Dornan crowd around to kiss and touch her and tell her she's a goddess, the connection I crave retreats inside me.
12
ELIAS
"I don't want to go home yet," Celine moans, echoing my feelings. This room at Molly's isn't exactly Caribbean-Island five-star luxury, but the bed is soft and warm, and I'm dog-tired. Dog tired with a permanent raging hard-on thanks to Travis's kinky fuckery.
I swear, I never thought that bondage would get me so hot, but watching him control Celine, teasing her until she almost broke from pleasure, has opened my eyes to a whole new world of sex play.
"I don't want to leave either. It's fucking cold out there, and it's warm in here." I pull Celine closer to my body, and she hitches a lazy leg over mine, pressing her sweet pussy against my skin.
Jeez.
There is no way I'm leaving this room right now.
"I should go. I have an interview tomorrow."
"You're our ride," Dornan points out as Travis tries to rise from the chair he's slumped into. Travis flops back.
"I guess we could crash. I'll shower here, then I can throw my clothes on at home after I've dropped you guys back."
"I can do the walk of shame," Celine says with a hint of happy pride in her voice.
"There's nothing shameful about you, Red."
She swats my pec but smiles against the skin of my shoulder. "Did you just give me a cheesy pet name?"
"Well, you are our pet. Travis had you leashed."
"Fuck, Elias." Shaking his head, Travis's cheeks flush above his beard. "It's not like that."
"Like what?"
"She's not an animal. It's not about demeaning her."
"I know. I'm only joking. It was hot as fuck."
"You want a turn next time?"
I shrug, wanting to appear nonchalant, especially as Travis just assumed there would be a next time without Celine suggesting she'd want another night with us.
I want this to happen again. Even after the first time we fucked, I wanted more, but it wasn't an option. That idiot Eddie had his claws in her so deep.
Now, this has become a four-way arrangement, which can't go any further either. Too fucking complicated, and I'm an only child. Sharing is not something that comes naturally to me.
I'm a greedy asshole when it comes to Celine.
Dornan eyes me from where he's lying on the other side of her like I'm hogging her all to myself. Even though we've shared her, there's an unease between us that should prevent this from happening again. I see the possessiveness in his gaze as his eyes fix on where my arm is wrapped around Celine's waist, pinning her to me.
He wants her for himself in the same possessive way I do.
Travis is more complex to work out.
His kink must make it challenging for him to find partners. With Celine, he didn't have to go through any kind of confession stage because she already knew what he liked and accepted it.
And we accepted it, too.
No wonder he looks like the cat who got the cream.