Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“You were made for us.”
Alexis kneels beside us, watching hungrily, his cock heavy and thick in his hand.
His eyes darken with lust as he drags his knuckles over the curve of her breast, brushing her nipple lightly.
“Take him,” Luca commands roughly, his voice all gravel and heat.
“Show him how fucking good you are.”
Aemelia obeys.
Without hesitation, she wraps her delicate fingers around Alexis’s length, stroking him with long, deliberate pulls, her thumb brushing over his slit with every upstroke.
His eyes darken further, and he groans, the sound low and feral, his hips rocking into her grip.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
The slick, obscene sounds of her pussy around us fill the room, mingling with the harsh rasp of our breathing, until the tension is unbearable.
I reach around her, palming her breast, feeling the frantic race of her heart under my hand as I drive into her with deep, punishing thrusts.
Luca’s hand tangles in her hair, fisting it tightly, and he takes her mouth in a brutal, searing kiss, swallowing her every whimper.
Alexis’s head falls back, his jaw clenched, his cock flushed dark in the circle of her fist, and he groans her name, the sound raw and desperate.
“Aemelia,” I gasp, my voice wrecked as I clutch her tighter, driving deep and hard, feeling her tense and flutter around us.
“Come for us.”
And she does.
Her back bows, her throat bared, and her entire body locks around us as she shatters again, trembling violently, her pussy milking us without mercy.
Luca’s head falls back, his chest heaving, and he roars his release, filling her with his thick, hot spend.
I follow, groaning against the damp skin of her throat, emptying myself inside her, holding her hips so tightly she can’t escape even a drop.
And when Alexis curses through clenched teeth, his cock jerking in her grip, he spills over her fingers, his dark eyes half-lidded and dazed as he watches the mess she’s made of him.
We hold her between us, our breath ragged, our bodies sated, but still fiercely entwined with hers, knowing that every pulse of our orgasms could be the one that puts a baby in her belly.
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