Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Fuck, that was good,” he moans as he slips out of me. He's barely out of the way when Reaper takes his place and nudges himself inside.
“You don’t mind?” I whisper.
He chuckles. “Not if you don’t.” The mixture of me and Scrapper makes everything extra slick, but he's still a stretch. They all are. It doesn't matter how ready I am, I'm never going to be fully adjusted to men like this, but that's part of what I love about them.
While I stroke Mack with my left hand, I call Scrapper over with my right. He's still well past half hard, a little relaxed, but long and thick. And I want him in my mouth. I love how wide his eyes get when he realizes it, followed by a broad smile.
“Fuck, babe, I love when you get dirty.”
I draw him in and he tastes of us. Salty, sweaty, manly. While I suck in as much as I can, I tease his balls with my fingertips. I don't know if I'll be able to get him up for a second round, but I'm definitely willing to try.
Then I switch my mouth to Mack, who's waiting so patiently for his turn. Then again, the way his eyes keep flitting between my lips around his thickness and down to where Reaper is plowing me like he's got somewhere to be, maybe he's not that patient after all.
Even at the party, I don’t remember it being this hot, this messy. Reaper’s thick cock strokes my insides just right, and I know that it's Scrapper that's dripping out around him, making the insides of my thighs glisten. I love that they're so comfortable with me, with each other. Early on, I wondered if I'd feel divided between them, if being with three men would mean trying to maintain relationships with each of them, and figuring out how to share equally, but this is bigger than that. We're a unit. It's not just me and them, it's all four of us, and together, we can do anything.
Full fat cherry cheesecake.
There’s no going back to diet.
“Fuck,” Reaper hisses. His thrusts are getting faster, harder, more erratic. He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me against him with every thrust. It's obvious he's close.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Come in me.”
He groans, pressing so hard against my hips the couch creaks. He pulses, over and over, as he makes even more of a sloppy mess out of me. I bury my fingers in his thick, black hair and I pull him in for a deep kiss. We devour each other, connected at both ends.
He slips out and I reach down between my legs to feel myself. So slick, so hot.
They chuckle as they rotate and Mack gets into position. He grabs himself, then slides the big head back and forth, making it slick with all of us.
When he bumps against my ass, though, my eyes go wide. “Wait, I don't think I'm quite ready for—”
“Beautiful, I'm just making sure I'm good and ready for you. For that, we need real lube. So not this time.” And then he's back up against my pussy, pressing gently against my entrance. I open for him as he glides in.
Not this time? But maybe another time? I'm not sure I'm up for that, but then again… I've seen enough porn to entertain the possibilities. What would it be like to have all three in me at once?
Mack doesn't give me time to wonder about it as he splits me open, pressing in to the root. I moan, deep in my throat while my hands search for something to hold onto. Scrapper gives me his cock that's almost back at full mast, while I find Reaper's thigh as he prepares to feed me his. I open and take him in my mouth, knowing that I'm tasting three of us together now.
I pull Scrapper close, and switch between him and Reaper. I want to make them come again, if I can. Like a personal challenge. They're so good at getting me off, and I need to return the favor. Last time, Mack was an almost uncomfortable stretch, but this time his size is absolutely glorious. I lock my lips around my two other favorite cocks and jerk and suck them like I need them to live. Their pleased moans indicate that I'm at least not doing a bad job, even if Mack's making it harder and harder to concentrate.
I've never found it easy to come just from straight up fucking, but after already coming once, and with the third guy in a row, and the wild sexiness of it all, I'm pretty sure it's going to happen again. There's something about each of them that seems to fit me just right, just perfectly, like they were all made especially for me. I don't really believe in soul mates, but if there is such a thing, I'm pretty sure they're it.