Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Jag sits back, his cock hard as steel, throwing an impressive shadow against the rippled expanse of his abs.
In answer to Wolf, he grabs the lube and rubs it along his length.
“He’s going to fuck us.” Wolf draws a finger down my chest and tweaks each of my nipples. “Can you handle that, Bluebird?”
“Can you?”
“Yes, with your pussy squeezing around me.” He groans, stroking deep. “Fucking hell, you’re tight.”
Jag kneels behind Wolf and trails a hand down the length of his spine.
“Double penetration.” He finds my eyes over Wolf’s shoulder. “This is a first for all of us.”
That surprises me. And thrills me to no end.
Bending over Wolf’s back, he works his fingers inside me, fitting them alongside Wolf’s dick. Then he replaces his hand with something much larger.
The stretch, the burn, the absolute feeling of fullness… Oh, my God. They’re in me. Both of them. Inside me.
It takes effort to swallow. My skin prickles with a feverish chill, perspiration beading across my chest and down my spine.
I’m breathless, nailed to the mattress by two huge cocks, and fuck me… Why does it feel so perfect?
“Dove?” Jag gives a small, testing thrust. “You okay?”
“Never been better. Just…” I squirm beneath their panting bodies. “Please, fuck me.”
Jag shifts, presses in tight against Wolf, eases back, and shoves forward, stroking, rocking, rutting into me and taking Wolf with him.
Their dicks move together, rubbing in and out, dragging along nerves and pleasure centers I didn’t know I had. The friction, the pressure, it’s too much. Too good.
“I’m going to come. Jag, Wolf, I’m… Coming!” It hits me sideways, blasting through my body in sizzling sparks.
I feel it in my toes, my veins, and the roots of my hair.
“That’s it.” Jag fucks me through it while licking and kissing Wolf’s neck. “Such a good little bird.”
As my body liquefies beneath them, Jag pulls out and adjusts his angle higher, pressing against Wolf’s entrance.
I can’t see behind Wolf, but I feel him inside me, his cock pulsing and jumping in anticipation of Jag’s thrust.
Reaching up, I take Wolf’s face in my hands and force his eyes on me.
“Look at me.” My thumbs brush across his flushed cheeks. “Stay with me. Don’t look away.”
“I’m in you, darling.” He grinds his hips against mine. “Not going anywhere.”
“Nice and easy.” Jag places a reverent kiss on Wolf’s spine.
Then, with a slow crunch of his abs, he curls his pelvis forward and sinks into Wolf.
Wolf’s mouth hangs open on a strangled breath. He grips the sheets above my head, chokes on a low, pleasure-soaked groan, and stares into my eyes.
I watch him, holding him to me, with me. When he starts breathing again, a smile pulls on his mouth, all teeth and wicked delight.
Then we move together, building a rhythm. Our rhythm. Three bodies, three hearts, chasing our forever.
It’s never felt like this. Never felt like my balls are going to explode from sublime, unholy, all-consuming rapture.
The pressure doesn’t hurt. It drowns me in ecstasy. Jag’s cock feels enormous, sliding and swelling inside me. I feel every ridge, every pulse in his thick, exquisite length.
“I can’t fucking wait for you to come in me.” I push against him, taking him to the root, and thrust forward, sinking into my darling Dove.
The best of both worlds. I don’t want it to end. But I’m close. Too fucking close.
“Wolf.” Jag reaches around and caresses my scars, pausing to tweak each of my nipples. “Talk to me.”
“Living the dream, Jag. Now be a good kitty, and fuck me as hard as you can.”
Jag rests a hand low on Dove’s belly, feeling me thrust inside her as he thrusts into me.
“I love hearing the sound of your bodies slapping together.” Dove holds my face in her hands, her eyes creased in concentration.
Staving off her orgasm? Or watching me for signs of distress?
With her beneath me and Jag in my ass, I think about the last time I was in this position.
Last year.
The devil’s bargain.
But as I stare down at Dove, I don’t see Frankie and her tears. And as Jag ruts inside me, I don’t feel Denver’s violation.
I can think about the abuse without reliving it.
Progress.
Maybe Frankie was on to something. Writing about my demons forced me to confront them. It gave me control over my past. And my future.
I choose this. I want it. Because I love Jag and Dove.
“Come, Little Dove.” I circle a finger around her clit, rolling it the way she likes it. “Come on my cock.”
She tenses, trembles, and unravels with a scream that jiggles her tits and widens her eyes.
Spasms ignite in her pussy, fisting around me mercilessly. Oh, Shit, I’m going to join her. I can’t… I can’t…
Jag pulls out, flips me over, and slams into me again, with his hand on my dick and his eyes locked on mine.