Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“I see you’re unafraid,” Stone comments in a neutral tone. “Death doesn’t scare you?”
“Not at the hand of you ninnies!” Strawberry shoots back, her jaw pointed and determined. “I can take the lot of you!”
Stone nods, amused.
“We’ll see about that.” Then he turns to me. “As her captor, would you like to do the honors?”
I growl, my blue eyes burning with fire as my double cocks stiffen.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
CHAPTER 10
Amy
Drake turns to me, a harsh flush on his high cheekbones. Goodness, I’ve never seen a man so beautiful before. His broad shoulders seem to block out the sunlight because they’re so wide, and the alpha male is hungry. His jaw clenches as his bronzed throat tightens, and even without looking, I know those two cocks are at full mast.
Okay, I have to look. I can’t help it because his physique has been alternately tempting and terrorizing me simultaneously. After all, how does it work? Does a girl sit on the top cock, and then the bottom? Or does she take both at once? Or does she …? I don’t know, but I’d love to find out before I die.
But right, that’s the problem. I’m about to die. I’m about to be served up as some kind of human flesh stew to their pagan gods or whomever they worship. This is likely going to be my last hour on earth, and yet what do I do? Do I scream my outrage and try to fight my way out of this mess? Do I attack one of the men, searching for a weapon with which to defend myself? Do I at least bend down and pick up a rock before hurling it at Drake in a last-ditch effort to express my fury?
No.
Instead, I sink to my knees, nude and willing, my mouth opening of its own volition.
“Drake,” I whisper.
He chuckles then, coming forwards.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you, my sassy Strawberry? Even knowing that you’re about to be sacrificed?”
I can’t answer, merely staring up at him with wide eyes. He’s gorgeous from this vantage point. Even bigger than before, with a massive chest and bulging biceps. His thighs look like tree-trunks and my insides melt as he advances.
“Drake,” I whisper again.
“Oh yes, you can suck it if you want,” he croons, coming so close now that the tip of his top cock brushes gently against my lips. “Open up, Strawberry.”
My lips part in a helpless mewl. I want this so much and my eyes close as I taste for the first time the sensitive flesh of his top shaft. The glans is a deep purple helmet, already seeping fluids, and I lick the hole at the end before savoring his flavor on my tongue.
“Mmm,” I hum. “Salty.”
He stares at me from up above. My entire world has shrunk so that it’s only me and the gorgeous brute looming above me.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Sample the fluids from my bottom shaft as well. Tell me what you think.”
Gently, I lift his bottom cock with a small palm before licking the seeping tip of this one as well. The flavor bursts on my tongue and I look up at him with surprise.
“It’s musky and different from your other cock. But how is that possible? You only have one ball sack.”
Drake runs a big hand affectionately through my curls, palming my skull with his fist.
“The men of Deux have our secrets,” he growls. “You’ll find out at some point, but right now, it’s time for you to suck. Get to work.”
I don’t lose an instant. It doesn’t matter that we’re surrounded by Drake’s friends because again, everyone’s melted away until it’s only me and this man. I don’t care that his buddies can see me nude, on my knees, laving his double dicks. In fact, I love it and the exhibitionism turns me on.
I open my mouth wide, taking the top cock as far as I can down my throat. But ten inches is far too much and I choke suddenly, looking up at Drake with panic as my eyes begin to water. He merely runs his hand through my curls again, massaging my skull as those blue eyes gleam.
“Don’t fret,” he croons. “Relax your throat. You can do it, Strawberry. For me.”
By now, saliva’s running in a steady stream down my chin but I don’t care. I’m messy, sexy, and every cell in my being wants to please this man. Obediently, I relax my throat muscles and sure enough, the massive member begins to inch down once again.
To my surprise, Drake takes his hand off my head for a minute to trace the backs of his fingers gently up and down my throat, skimming the sensitive flesh there. He lets out a pleased growl, those blue eyes flaring as he stares into my adoring gaze.
“Fuck baby,” he grunts. “I love seeing you on your knees like this. So pretty. Did you know that I can actually feel my cock’s progress as it moves down your throat? You’re doing so well,” he coos.