Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Once both men changed places, Dylan reached over Erin, grabbed her legs and pulled them toward him until he could reach her ankles. He then held her legs up in the air, keeping her spread wide.
Ford drew a finger through her pussy lips, collecting some of Dylan’s cum before smearing it over the crown of his cock.
“Keep her spread open. I want a little appetizer.” He dropped to his belly and shoved his face in her hot, slick pussy.
He wasn’t eating her out to clean her up, but to bring her to that next orgasm. He was working on borrowed time, so he needed to be quick about at least tying Dylan when it came to Erin’s orgasms.
Since Erin always benefitted from their friendly competition, it kept her from getting annoyed at them for constantly butting heads.
Between Dylan’s help and his own cunnilingus skills, it didn’t take long for Erin to climax, thankfully. As soon as she did, and even before the ripples faded away, he dragged himself up and over her, plunging his cock to the hilt.
“Keep your legs up and spread, darlin’,” Dylan ordered her. “I need my hands for other things.” He adopted Ford’s pet name for Erin, but he only used it when he was in control.
Those other things consisted of him winding a section of her hair tightly around his fist and pulling tightly on her scalp. Beside a sharp release of breath, she had no other reaction.
They recently discovered how much she liked her hair pulled. Almost as much as getting spanked.
While keeping the tension on her hair, Dylan drove his hand between her legs and pinched her clit, making her cry out and squeeze Ford’s cock. That was not helping him get to his goal of giving her two or three more orgasms. If anything, it was sabotaging him.
When Ford glanced at Dylan, he saw it clearly in his face. He was trying to get him to blow sooner than he wanted. Luckily, it backfired. When Dylan pinched her clit again, her ass jumped off the bed, driving Ford so deep, he hit the end of her.
That brought about orgasm number two. One more and he’d at least be even.
Gritting his teeth, he kept sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, hoping she’d get there sooner than later. Because if not, he’d have to admit defeat. He’d been straddling that sweet edge for too long and was about to lose his footing.
It was at that point he made a fatal mistake. He looked down at his cock plunging in and out of Erin and saw Dylan’s creamy cum coating it.
Fuck.
He was done.
He drove up and into her one last time and remained planted deep as he made his own deposit into the woman he loved.
Dropping his head and closing his eyes, he rode out the last of his orgasm. When he finally fell from the clouds and back to Earth, he already knew Dylan would be grinning like an asshole.
He lifted his gaze.
Yep. He was right.
He sighed and slipped to Erin’s side to finish recovering.
A deep chuckle spilled from Dylan as he extracted himself from Erin and away from the head of the bed. He whacked Ford’s arm. “It was a good effort.”
“Five orgasms was more than enough for me. Thank you, boys.” An obvious attempt at keeping the peace.
She went to climb off the bed, but Ford stopped her. “I got it this time.”
When Ford was in the Dom role one night, he’d made Dylan crawl on his hands and knees to and from the bathroom to get the washcloths needed for cleanup. That was another memory he wouldn’t soon forget.
His only regret was that he didn’t record it so he could watch it whenever Dylan was being extra bossy during the workday.
He hoped to get him to do it again soon. Only, Dylan didn’t have a humiliation kink. Like Erin, he basked in praise—as did most living, breathing humans—so Ford had showered him with compliments when he returned.
Since that wasn’t happening this morning, Ford headed to the attached bathroom, cleaned himself up, grabbed what he needed for his lovers and quickly returned so he could grab a few more hours of shut eye.
After handing one damp cloth to Dylan to clean himself up, Ford told him, “I’ll take care of her.”
“My job,” Dylan murmured as he used the washcloth on himself.
“Technically, yes. But I got it this time since you helped get her to two more orgasms.”
“She would’ve had zero from you if it wasn’t for me.”
While Dylan’s response was a bit cocky, Ford couldn’t deny it was also true. “You’re telling no lies. And I gave you the credit, boss.”
Erin bugged her eyes out at them. “Again, this isn’t a damn competition. I’m good with one orgasm or twenty. Don’t stress over it. It’s not the destination that matters so much as the route taken to get there.”