Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
My hand skims up her torso to the side of her breast and I flick a thumb over her nipple. At the same time, nearby sounds tell me that Zeb’s moved close behind her and is touching her, too. Ember moans into my mouth, and I break off and start kissing a line down her throat, closing my teeth gently over the point where her neck and shoulder meet, then using my lips and tongue on her collarbone.
Zeb eases her down to her back on the couch, then pulls her skirt up to her hips. I watch his hand disappear inside her panties, and it feels like my already-hard cock gets three times bigger.
“Em,” he groans, and I know she’s soaking wet. Without hesitation, I yank her panties down and off. Zeb moves his hand, and I bury my face between her legs.
“Frank,” she gasps, and her hands go into my hair, holding me to her. There’s a rustle of clothing, and I hope it means Zeb’s getting her top off and paying some attention to her beautiful breasts.
Sure enough, a few moments later she gasps Zeb’s name, and one of her hands leaves my head, probably to hold onto his. Then I ignore everything except devouring her pussy and savoring the incredible sounds she’s making.
She comes so many times I lose count. I could eat her forever, but I need to be inside her. Lifting my head, I say, “Ember …”
“Don’t stop,” she says before I can ask. “Please.”
I scoop her up, give Zeb a jerk of my head, and carry her to my bedroom. Inside, we get the last bits of clothing off her. We’re ready for round two of foreplay, but Ember has other ideas. “I need you inside me,” she begs. “Now.”
Zeb and I exchange glances. We both want in there like it’s our last day on earth. I run a hand up her thigh and splay it out on her abdomen. “Ember, what do you think about … taking both of us at the same time?”
Her eyes get huge, and then she nods.
“Are you sure?”
“I want to try,” she breathes.
I almost come on the spot.
We find condoms and lube, and when I hand Zeb the tube, he slides down and starts getting her ready. I lie next to her and kiss her, touch her, keep her juices flowing and her blood warm until Zeb lifts his head and nods to me.
I cradle Ember’s face in my hand. “You ready?” She nods. “You’ll tell us if you need to stop.” Another nod, and it’s time.
Lifting her upper leg to drape over my thigh, I slowly fill her. I want to pound into her, claim every inch of her, but she needs me to be gentle for this. When I’m deep inside her, I give Zeb a gesture to go ahead.
“Breathe, Em,” he tells her, and between us, we coach her through it. It’s a fucking miracle I don’t shoot my load twenty times over, just from the look on her face as Zeb eases his cock into her ass.
Then it’s done, and she’s stuffed full of both of us. I didn’t tell Ember that I’ve never done this before, either. It should feel weird, or wrong, but it doesn’t. It feels incredibly right.
“Can we move?” I ask. She nods, and we begin.
ZEB
I’m having a fucking religious experience.
I’d say out of body, but I am very much in my body. And my body is very much in Ember’s. So is Frank’s.
And it’s fantastic.
I should be freaking right the fuck out. Instead, it feels like the most natural thing in the world for both of us to take care of her, to see to her more thoroughly than either of us could do alone, to increase her pleasure to its fullest.
Fullest being very much the operative word.
It’s clear from her responses that Ember’s loving it. She started moaning and hasn’t taken a break yet, except to say, “Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, don’t stop.”
We’re not stopping. I could do this forever.
I’m nuzzling her neck, my hand just above the place where her body and Frank’s meet, my fingers working her clit. He’s cupping her breast, teasing her nipple, and we’re taking turns kissing her.
She’s come once already. I’m nowhere near done, and I don’t think Frank is either. We started really slowly, but once it was clear she’d adjusted and was into it, we got a rhythm going.
Why does this feel so right? I don’t know. But it does. Like we were all made for this, made for each other.
We can’t let her go. We can’t.
Whatever it takes, we have to get her back.
EMBER
“Oh my god.”
I’m going to die of pleasure. Which should be impossible, but I’m going to be the first.
All my men being so well endowed, I’ve always felt more than satisfied with any of them inside me. But this …