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)
It hits me like a tsunami, building and building, becoming more intense by the second until it crashes over me, wiping out everything in its path. It’s too much, but I don’t dare hold back, needing every bit of their pleasure.
My body squirms beneath their touch, and all three of them hold me still, making sure I take everything they’ve got. The Italian Heartthrob pulls back just slightly, returning his hand to the base of his cock and taking control.
“Let me come on that pretty tongue, bella,” he growls, the desperation in his tone doing wicked things to me.
I open wide, showing him my tongue, and only seconds later, he’s shooting hot spurts of his pearly white cum onto my tongue, his deep groans somehow making my orgasm that much more intense.
Caesar’s hand trails down the side of my face, clutching onto my jaw. “Swallow it, babygirl,” he demands.
My gaze shifts to Caesar’s, a wicked smile playing on my lips, and I close my mouth around the Italian’s cum and slowly swallow every drop. A desperate moan rumbles through his chest, and when the Italian steps away and Mike finally withdraws his fingers, I adjust myself on the loveseat again, twisting better to face Caesar. “Your turn.”
The three masked men ravage me, and I come again and again, the red-hot desire like nothing I’ve ever experienced. They take it in turns, giving me exactly what my body is craving, and in return, I show them just what I’m capable of, watching as each one of them is brought to their knees over and over again.
Exhaustion is just beginning to set in when Caesar takes me by my hips and slowly lowers me onto his thick cock. “You’ve got one more, hellcat.”
I grin. I’ve always got one more for Caesar Di Rozé.
I sink down fully over him, his thick cock stretching my walls as my knees bury into the floor of the VIP room. I don’t know how the hell we ended up down here when there are more than enough loveseats, couches, tables, and bars to go around, but I’m not complaining.
He lets me ride him at my own pace as I circle my arms around his neck, trying to avoid all the battle wounds my nails have left on his shoulders and back. All three of them are sporting the same, and yet not one of them has dared to pull away or needed me to stop.
My hips rock back and forth when my new Italian friend settles in behind me, his fingers diving deep between my thighs and mixing with my wetness. He trails them up to my ass, and I push back, letting him know I’m down.
They’ve been teasing me all night, their fingers pressing against me, but none of them have actually taken me there, and if this is going to be our final performance of the night, then I want to do this right.
He prepares me as I ride Caesar, taking it slow, the anticipation building as his fingers press deeper into my ass. “Oh God,” I groan against Caesar’s neck.
“You can take him,” he says with pride. “Be a good girl and show me how full you can get.”
I go to make a comment about doubling up before deciding against it. I’m already exhausted as it is. There’s only so much I can take in one night, and having two men this big inside my cunt, would surely destroy me. But I’m not entirely against the idea if Caesar wanted to bring me back and do it all over again, but it’s got to be with these two again. After the past few hours, they’ve gotten to know my body, and just like Caesar, they can read it well.
A subtle groan rumbles through my chest, and as Caesar takes my hips and steadies me, Mr. Italian Stallion shuffles in closer behind me. “You ready, bella?” he says in that delicious accent, his tip gently pressing against me.
I push back, tilting my hips to allow him better access, and then finally, he begins to push inside of me, taking me one inch at a time.
Everything stretches, and I suck in a gasp as I unhook my arm from around Caesar’s neck and drop my hand between us, gently rolling my fingers over my clit to relieve the ache. “Oh fuuuck,” I murmur against Caesar’s skin.
“Focus on me, hellcat.”
I lift my head from the curve of Caesar’s neck, and as his eyes lock onto mine, he reaches up and pulls the mask off his face. I suck in a breath, a smile playing on the corner of my lips, but when his hand closes around my throat and he kisses me deeply, all sense of pain fades away.
All that matters is his lips on mine.
He’s never kissed me before, not like this. His lips have explored every inch of my body, but never my lips. I don’t know if it’s his way to try to keep distance between us, but now that his lips are on mine, there’s no denying it.