Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Five minutes passed before a familiar deep voice returned. “I’m ready for more.”
His timbre sent a surge of burning need down my spine. My core squeezed around nothing, wanting more. He’d been the first man of the night and the most memorable.
“More what?” Lucian asked.
“More of whatever I can have.”
Lucian repeated the rules he had to the last person, with the addition of ensuring they didn’t use the word wild, and relaxed back into the couch with his arm draped across the back, waiting for the man to make his move.
Warmth spread through me at the care behind his new rule, wrapping around my chest and settling deep. But the feeling barely settled before anticipation sparked hot beneath my skin, each passing second tightening the coil, wondering where our guest would touch first.
I gasped as the man hummed, dragging his fingers up the back of one thigh and down another, missing everything in between craving to be touched.
“I’d like permission to move her onto her back. I love the feel of a woman’s thighs on either side of my shoulders.”
Biting my lip, I waited for Lucian’s response. Something about this man brought me to the edge of demanding more—more of something I wasn’t even sure I could have.
“Princess…come here and sit pretty,” Lucian ordered.
I crawled across the ottoman to the couch and sat beside him, keeping my eyes on him. I waited until I sat back before finally facing the man Lucian was allowing to touch me.
He was tall and muscular underneath his long-sleeved shirt and slacks without being bulky. His eyes wrinkled from his lopsided smile, adding more youth than his wavy salt and pepper hair indicated. He kept his hazel eyes on mine as he dropped to his knees, ready to fulfill every daddy fantasy a girl could have, watching me like I was going to fulfill every little girl fantasy of his.
Fuck. Yes.
I hadn’t seen the faces of anyone who touched me, but I wanted to believe they were all as sexy as him.
The leather couch creaked under Lucian’s weight as he adjusted, turning to his side and resting his arm above my head.
“I’m going to eat your pussy now, sweetheart. Would you like that?” the man asked.
I nodded eagerly, breathing, “Uh-huh.”
He huffed a laugh and wrapped his hands around my thighs, tugging my ass to the edge of the couch. He peppered soft, sucking kisses and bites up my thighs, flooding me with heated anticipation.
Then, he was there, making it worth the wait.
I cried out as his tongue pushed through my slit, licking me from opening to clit. He moved around the strand of gems acting as panties, using them to add another layer of sensation as he flicked them back and forth across my bundle of nerves.
Just like he wanted, I clenched my thighs around his shoulders, only for him to pin them wide for him to feast.
He worked his mouth, tongue, and fingers in, out, and all around my cunt until my body vibrated with the need to come. I buried a hand in his gray locks, holding him to my grinding core as my other reached out, finding Lucian’s tense, muscular thigh.
Faster and faster.
More and more
Hotter and hotter.
God, I just wanted to come.
I just wanted.
I just … couldn’t.
The pressure built to bursting with nowhere to go.
The two men on the other side of the couch watched me pant and yearn, on the brink of coming.
The couple who fucked in the corner glanced my way—waiting for my orgasm.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t.
I whimpered and growled at once, on the edge of exploding in frustration instead of pleasure. Rough fingers gripped my chin, turning me to face the dark and dangerous man who made me his fiancée.
“Who does your orgasm belong to?” he asked.
“You,” I mewled.
“Exactly. So, give it to me.”
“I-I can’t.”
“You can,” he objected. He gripped the thin strap of my dress and pulled it down, baring my diamond-encased breast. “And you will.”
He maneuvered past the gems and gripped my pebbled nipple in his fingers, pinching and twisting—sending bolts of painful pleasure down to where the man’s lips sucked, and his fingers curved deep inside me.
“Give. It. To. Me.”
His deep voice sank deep into my body until it gripped the ball of pleasure, refusing to release, holding tight as it tugged it to the surface—claiming it as his own.
I held his stare, pressed my head back against the soft leather, thrust my hips hard against the man’s face, and abandoned myself to the waves of euphoria washing over me. I clung to Lucian—knowing he’d bring me back to shore safe and sound.
When I floated back to reality, the other man’s voice held an edge of desperation. “Can I flip her over? Can I fuck my cock between the curves of her ass?”
“As long as you make her come again.”