Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
“Not yet,” Rich whispered.
And then the buttons keeping my dress together were slowly being undone.
I knew by the clove soap that Houston was the one who came up behind me and peeled the tight dress from my shoulders once Rich had finished with the buttons.
Appreciative groans echoed around the room.
“I take it you like it?” I asked them with a small smile. I may not have known what they were up to or where they’d taken me, but I knew where the day would eventually lead.
Houston’s hands fell on my hips—I knew because his fingers were softy teasing the light purple lace between my thigh and center—and then he kissed my shoulder. “Yes.”
“And we’re going to show you how much in a minute,” Rich warned.
My legs trembled even as my head swiveled as if I could actually see through the pitch-black cloth. It only heightened my other senses. “Where’s Loren?”
“Over here, baby.” My head turned in the direction we’d come from—toward the smile in his voice. The birthday boy wasn’t standing as close as Houston and Rich, and I wondered why. “They’re going to play with you first,” he announced, reading my mind. “I want you ready for me.”
I drew in a sharp breath. Ready for what exactly?
Unfortunately, I was too tempted by the unknown to ask.
Houston removed the corset pushing my breasts damn near to my chin while Rich disposed of my boots, garter, and panties.
As usual, they left the socks that reached my thighs.
Rich, who must have been kneeling, kissed and sucked on the skin there while Houston palmed my bare breasts with both hands from behind. I could feel his erection against my spine. Eager to get his thick cock inside me, I moaned as I turned my head toward him.
He didn’t need much more convincing to kiss me.
Feeling the pad of Jericho’s fingers push between my lips below, I began to squirm in Houston’s arms. Jericho caressed me—my clit, my entrance—no part of my pussy went untouched. I was dripping now as Houston tweaked my nipples and swallowed the sounds I made.
I heard wood creak a few feet away and imagined Loren shifting in his seat.
Why was I picturing him on a long, wooden bench? Was his cock in his hand? Was he stroking himself as he looked on?
My thoughts were stolen by Jericho’s fingers when he pushed them inside of me and pressed until he was knuckle-deep. He gave me his tongue next, flicking my clit and fucking me hard with his fingers simultaneously. It didn’t take long at all for me to come. Either he was that fucking good or my feelings for him were just too strong. My gut told me it was both.
Houston’s hands left me once I stopped shaking, and he stepped back.
And then Jericho was pulling me down to the floor with him.
My knees dug into the thick carpet with my hands planted on Jericho’s chest as he hurriedly undid his belt. I listened to his clothes rustle as he shoved his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock. Even the coarse hair peppering his thighs turned me on when he brought me down. I almost came a second time when I felt the thick head of his cock brushing me as he searched for my entrance. Finding it, his hands gripped my hips, and then he pushed me down, burying himself inside me without a word.
Only a groan that mixed with my whimper at his size.
He was so long and thick and unrelenting that each time was like the first time.
I almost understood why Emily had been willing to kill me over him, why she had been ready to kill Jericho than let me have him.
I cried out at the unexpected and harsh slap on my ass as if Jericho had heard my thoughts and wanted to punish me for them.
“Ride me.”
Smiling, I dug my nails into his chest, making him grunt as I did just that. And as I blindly bounced on Jericho’s cock, I vaguely heard the sound of something popping open.
I paused.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” the three of them said at the same time.
My stomach burned with anticipation because I knew they were lying. I also knew I’d enjoy whatever they had up their sleeves.
“Come here.” With an unforgiving grip on my hair, Jericho brought my top half down until my naked breasts were pressed against his chest, still covered by his T-shirt. “Did I tell you to stop?” he asked me. I could feel his lips moving against my neck when he spoke.
“No.”
“Then why aren’t you moving?”
“Jericho…” There were no words left to be said once I flooded his dick.
The hand that had been holding my hip slapped my ass once more when I didn’t move fast enough. Still pressed against his chest with his hand in my hair, I raised and lowered my bottom half, letting him split me open.