Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I haven’t just broken the sacred vow; I burned it to ashes.
His lips keep moving against mine, and as Mr. Italian Heartthrob seats himself fully inside of me, all sense of pain morphs into pleasure. He pauses, allowing me a second to get used to his delicious intrusion, and as Caesar’s lips steal every ounce of my attention, he finally starts to move.
I groan into Caesar’s mouth as his hands drop to my hips, holding me still, and when the overwhelming pleasure becomes too much, I have no choice but to break our kiss and drop my forehead against his, trying not to fall apart.
It’s too much, but I’m not giving up now. I’ve come this far, and if Caesar thinks I’ve got one more mind-blowing orgasm left to give, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Magic Mike appears beside us, his big hand dropping to the top of my head before scooping down to the nape of my neck and closing around it. He lifts my head until my gaze is locked on his.
His cock rests in the palm of his hand, and when he guides his tip to my lips, I eagerly open up for him, taking him right to the back of my mouth.
All three of them push me to my limit, and while they set every inch of me on fire, I’m hyper focused on Caesar’s touch. He keeps me grounded, keeps me from crumbling, and makes it possible to keep going.
My fingers keep rolling over my sensitive clit, every touch making my hips frantically jolt, and as the Italian stallion fills my ass and slowly rocks in and out of me, my eyes roll in the back of my head.
I give them every last ounce of energy I possess, needing to please them, but there’s only so much I can do with three men inside me. Magic Mike thrusts his hips, fucking my mouth and reaching the back of my throat. Caesar holds me still, both he and my new Italian friend working in sync to get me off, and with every thrust, I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge.
The pressure builds like a coil deep inside of me, becoming more intense by the second, forcing me to grip Caesar’s shoulder.
“Give in to me, hellcat,” Caesar tells me. “You can handle it.”
I push back against the Italian, taking him deeper as Caesar pushes up into me. Just as my tongue rolls over Magic Mike’s tip, I dive right back down to his base, taking him all, and the coiled spring inside me releases, sending me into a world of pure ecstasy.
My orgasm shatters me like glass, exploding throughout my body and sending me flying over the edge as my walls spasm around Caesar’s cock. I become paralyzed, unable to keep myself moving, but the masked men more than make up for it, dragging out every ounce of my pleasure until it becomes too much.
They don’t stop working me, pushing me to the very edge of my limits, just as Caesar promised they would, and as heavy pulses of pleasure crash through me, all three of these incredible men come apart with me in one hell of an ending.
I gasp against Mike’s cock as he spills into my mouth, and I greedily swallow him down while Caesar thrusts into me, his fingers biting into my hips. Everything spasms, my walls frantically convulsing and squeezing as Mr. Italian Stallion lets loose with a deep groan, sending me spiraling.
It goes and goes, every second of it blowing my mind until I finally start coming down from my high, and all three of them come to a slow stop. Caesar’s hands loosen on my hips as Mike pulls back, freeing my mouth. I instantly collapse against Caesar’s strong chest, my forehead falling into the curve of his neck as his arms wrap around me.
Mr. Heartthrob eases out of me, and the moment he’s gone, I let out a heavy sigh, closing my eyes as I give myself a moment to come back to reality.
Caesar’s hands rub up and down my spine. “Fuck, you amaze me,” he murmurs in a soothing tone. “You can relax now.”
Seconds turn into minutes, and when I finally build up enough energy to lift my head off Caesar’s shoulder, I realize we’re alone. The two masked men who just spent hours worshiping my body are gone. It’s just me and Caesar now, and I have absolutely no problem with that.
My legs shake, and I have no doubt that Caesar is going to have to carry me back home, but right now, none of that matters. All that matters is the feel of his arms around me. And despite knowing that my vow has been well and truly broken and that he’s going to eventually push me away and crush every little fiber of my soul, I hold on to him. Nothing will ever compare to how it feels with him.