Caught by the Convicts Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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Speaking of our woman, she glides into the room in nothing but a white bikini bottom, her tits jiggling with every step. A strangled groan escapes me at the sight, precome dribbling down the side of my erection. “Please,” I manage through my teeth.

“Mmmm.” Klay picks up the remote and turns off the television, leaving the room quiet, except for the ocean waves and my labored breathing. “He said please, Wendy.”

“I heard him,” she purrs, walking her fingertips up my inner thigh. “So polite.”

Klay rubs himself through his shorts and I watch hungrily, hips shifting, my gaze bouncing back and forth between him and Wendy. “Or he would be, if his cock wasn’t leaking everywhere,” Klay drawls. “Maybe he needs a little longer before we give him his birthday present.”

“No,” I protest, even as excitement races up and down my spine. “Please—"

Before I can get the word out, Klay has drawn Wendy into his arms. He’s kissing her, his right hand down the back of her bikini bottoms, massaging her delectable cheeks. While looking at me, he continues to kiss her, yanking down the bathing suit and slapping the taut flesh.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, he knows I love it when he spanks her.

Especially because she aches for that crack of his palm.

She whimpers now, writhing closer to Klay’s body, but he grips the back of her neck, turns her around to face me and angles her face down over the bed, delivering another slap to her butt. Another. Another. Her eyes are on me, glazed with arousal, blonde hair in a tumble around her shoulders, lips swollen, her cries turning sweeter every time Klay spanks her ass.

Our woman needs satisfaction. So do I.

We’re well past the breaking point.

My hips rear off the bed. “Please.”

Klay’s chest shudders up and down as he twists Wendy’s hair in a fist, blessedly guiding her mouth toward my lap. Her mouth hasn’t even reached me yet and I’m already groaning, pumping my hips crudely. “Suck him so sweet, baby,” Klay murmurs. “Make him grateful to be a man just so he has a cock to put in your perfect mouth.”

Wendy’s breath stutters out, her lips pausing right over the head of my swollen tip. “Just me, Klay?” She dips her mouth down over me, enveloping the top third of my dick in warmth, my balls tightening with pressure. Agony. I yank on the restraints. I’m almost too lost in my lust to register what Wendy said. Just me, Klay? Does that mean…

My pulse turns erratic as Klay lets go of Wendy’s hair and gets down on his belly, on the opposite side of my body than Wendy. He watches up close as she sinks my inches into her mouth, further and further until I hit the resistance of her throat. Is he going to…

No.

No, he lets me go down on him, but never the reverse. He loves directing Wendy to do it—and obviously, so do I. I’m never unsatisfied for a single second.

Klay, though…his mouth on me there? I’ve never even hoped for such a thing.

But when Wendy pops me free of her lips this time, Klay looks me right in the eye and sucks me hard into the recesses of his mouth, pulling deeply and slowly on the way back up, his throat vibrating with his pleased groan. My heart slams into my eardrums, the muscles of my stomach knitting together, signaling the end. No, no, no. I yank on my restraints and hold on tight, breath slicing in and out, watching through a haze of lust as Klay gets into a rhythm, his lips riding up and down the thick stalk of my cock, Wendy watching with building excitement, her fingers working between her thighs. Wetting herself for us.

“Klay…” The room spins around me. “Wendy.”

Klay wraps two hands around me, jerking and twisting me toward his mouth and I dig my heels into the bed, the headboard groaning under the strain of my constant pulling. I’m speaking in gibberish, Wendy is kissing my hips and thighs comfortingly and Klay…he’s going to bring me off. Of fuck, he’s going to bring me off. I’m going to come so hard—

He takes his mouth away at the last second.

I growl a curse at the ceiling, sweat dripping down the sides of my face. “Fuck. Fuck!”

With a smirk tilting his lips, Klay grips Wendy around the waist, lifting her up and settling her on my lap, her bathing suit bottoms gone, leaving her totally, beautifully bare from head to toe. I grit my teeth as Klay guides my throbbing cock to her wet cunt and settles her right on top of it. “Ride him,” he grits out, slapping her ass. “Let’s see how long he can last inside that tight little pussy.”

Biting her lip, Wendy slowly slides her knees wide, her body taking me inside in degrees, her mouth opening in ecstasy the further she gets to housing all of me. And God, God, she is so tight. No matter how many ways or how often we fuck her, her cunt is like goddamn elastic, bouncing right back to its original shape. She whines my name and wiggles down, her hands flat on my chest, her sun-kissed tits tempting me from above. “You fill me so perfectly,” she says haltingly, falling forward to kiss my mouth, her little hips starting to work me in and out of her narrow cunt. “I’m such a lucky girl, getting to play with the birthday boy.”


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