Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I can’t help it, my eyes open. The look of satisfaction on Beast’s face sends a new jolt through my clit. This time he’s the one that kneels behind me, holding me up as Piston and Zero continue to use my mouth. And this time I can watch.
It's as sexy as I imagined.
Beast presses one hand to my pussy and the other lightly cradles the base of my neck, holding me against his firm chest. Piston is the next to come, thrusting between my lips as I grind my pussy into Beast’s palm. Piston’s thick cum coats my tongue in pulses, which I swallow instinctively, every drop until he's empty, my lips tight around the sensitive head. Zero pushes Piston away, holding me by the hair as he groans deep in his chest and paints my breasts, his heavy cum mixing with Beast's as he strokes himself to a finish. As he starts to fall back, I lean in and capture him between my lips to suck the last drops off him.
The pleased moan he lets out is almost as good as when he tells me, "Good girl."
And then Beast's fingers come to life, sliding over my clit, faster and faster while all I can do is sit there looking up at Piston and Zero, my body covered in their cum.
“Let go,” Zero whispers.
I can't hold back any longer. My body jerks in Beast’s arms as I scream deep in my throat and come apart. I stare at the ceiling, seeing nothing. Every nerve in my body fires at once, like my skin is on fire.
"Oh my God," I wheeze as I finally come back to Earth. "Who are you again? Where am I?"
Beast's laugh vibrates behind me.
Zero looks down with a grin. “What a good little bad girl you’re turning out to be.”
16
SANDRA
I was tempted to stay at the club overnight, but while I might be annoyed with Natalie, she’s my sister. I’m not trying to freak her out for real. Sometimes I wish I didn’t care, or that she didn’t, but the truth is we do and what we really need to do is find a middle ground that works for both of us. Once we've both had some time to cool off we can try talking again.
But I have to get to work. Piston insisted on taking me so I wouldn't have to take the bus, so now I'm waiting downstairs, hiding from the sun inside Books & Crannies so I can avoid talking to Nat before I’m ready. My plan backfires when Faith comes downstairs and spots me.
“Hey, Sandra. Are you and Nat fighting again?”
“Sort of.”
She leans against the counter, sipping a coffee. “Is it about Zero and the guys?”
“Kinda.”
“Wow, you’re a fountain of information this morning, aren’t you?”
“Sorry, it’s just…” I sigh. “Sister stuff. She has this idea in her head of how my perfect life should turn out, and I’m not sure I get much of a say in it.”
“Sometimes it’s not so bad having a two-year-old for a brother, I guess,” she says with a laugh. Damien was a real surprise to Eagle-eye and Miriam, at their age.
A familiar rumble sounds from down the block, echoing off the buildings as it comes closer. Then Piston pulls up along the sidewalk outside. Saved by the biker.
“That’s my ride!” I dash out, stopping right next to him, suddenly weirdly shy. After what we did yesterday, you’d think that’d be the last thing I’d be. But what if it was just a flash in the pan, just a little perfect storm and now we move on? But he’s here to pick me up, after all. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” God, that smile. He looks amazing. His gray shirt clings to his athletic shape under his cut, and his jeans are worn soft and tight over his thighs. “Any regrets in the light of day?
"Not a one.” Am I blushing? Nah, just the heat.
We didn’t even have sex. Technically. I’m pretty sure what we did yesterday was intense enough to count, but now that I know exactly what they’re working with, I'm a little worried about taking that final step.
"You sure?"
I flash him a smile. I'd flash him more than that if we weren't on a public street with Faith watching. So instead I swing my leg over the back of the bike, wrap my arms around him and press my breasts into his back. "Maybe that I didn’t spend the night."
"Good, ‘cause I wouldn’t mind that either, baby.” He starts the bike.
Driving instead of taking the bus is so much faster. Piston weaves expertly through traffic, using our smaller size for all it's worth. I bet everyone around here is used to watching out for motorcycles, and nobody in South Side would risk hitting a Screaming Eagle if they could possibly avoid it. From what I’ve seen, the club is well liked in the area, but it’s because their presence keeps the trouble to a minimum, not because they’re gentle and forgiving.