Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
His shaft pulses hot under my fingers, slickness spreading as I pass over the head. Devil grabs my other hand and pulls it in the opposite direction, doing the same.
I explore both of their lengths at once, sliding my fingers up and down, learning their shapes. They’re not exactly the same, but they both feel huge to me.
“Fuck, you rub my cock so good,” growls Devil into my ear. “You rubbing Crash too? Who do you think will come first?”
The crude language slides around and through me, warming me from the inside out. Three pairs of hands explore me, and I have no idea whose are whose. My breasts are stroked, my butt is squeezed, and it's not long before a thick finger slides between my legs. It moves easily through my slickness before stroking my clit. The moment it touches, I go so weak in the knees, they have to support me.
“Here,” says Crash. “Get her on the bed.”
They lift me right up and carry me, dropping me into the middle. I can't help but laugh as I land on the soft mattress with all three guys around me. Crash and Devil are completely naked, long, thick and proud. Preacher wastes no time getting his pants off, and then I'm surrounded.
How am I supposed to deal with all of them at once?
“Spread her for me,” growls Preacher as he moves to the end of the bed.
Crash and Devil take a leg each and open me up for him. I hold my breath, not sure if he’s going to drive right inside, or… He leans in and swipes his broad tongue through my folds. I groan and lean back. It’s common for a preacher to use his mouth to show the way to Heaven, but I’m pretty it’s not usually like this.
Preacher grips the backs of my thighs with fingers of steel as he draws his tongue from my entrance and right up to flick over my sensitive, pulsing nub, over and over. My back arches, pressing me into each hot lick as I moan from deep inside.
It feels absolutely incredible.
And somehow gets even better when a hot, wet mouth locks around my nipple. It's Devil. A moment later, Crash is at the other one, and suddenly there are three mouths working me over. I don't know where to look, what to feel. They're all connected through quivering threads of pleasure that stretch from my breasts to between my legs, with little tendrils tingling their way into every part of me.
My skin's on fire, and I can hear myself panting, aching for release. These guys are going to make me explode.
Preacher shifts his grip and his thumb slides dangerously near my behind. Like nudging right at the edge of it.
“Preacher…” I gasp as Crash tugs at my nipple with my teeth.
“Shh. Just go with it,” he says before returning his tongue to dance over my clit.
Go with it, but—oh! His thumb is right there, rubbing right around the rim, just barely not dipping inside. It's a really strange sensation, but I'm so turned on that everything blends together and builds on itself. When he combines the back massage with his talented tongue up front and the guys worshiping my nipples with their mouths, I can't stop it.
I come, my hips bucking against Preacher’s mouth like I can draw his thick tongue inside me. The tip of his thumb slips in as I go taut, while he keeps licking in the same steady pattern, over and over as I come all over his face. Devil and Crash flick their tongues over my nipples, and there are hands everywhere. It's all so, so good.
My entire world narrows to just me, floating over the bed in a bubble of pleasure. Eyes shut tight, I just exist while electric tingles race over my skin. When I finally slump into the mattress, my chest is heaving like I just ran a marathon. When I open my eyes, Preacher is smiling up at me from between my legs, his face glistening with my juices.
“I'm so sorry,” is the first thing that drops out of me, getting me a curious look from him.
“Why?”
“Your face…”
He laughs and leans right back in and blows cool air over my clit. I gasp at the electric tingles that zap a little too hard to feel good, but he moves on to my thighs, and then my stomach. Places that aren't quite as sensitive. Up over my ribs. Onto my breasts. He pauses only long enough to kiss each of my nipples, then continues into my throat and up to my jaw as he gradually covers me. His hardness brushes against my stomach, and then he's right at my lips, kissing me as he presses me into the bed. I can taste myself on him, and it’s kind of sexy.