Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Her hand clamps onto Wyatt’s leg, her hips press upward, her head goes back, and she cries out. “Oh god, oh god!” Then her pussy throbs around my finger and I nearly come in my pants at how fucking hot she looks and how good she feels.
I keep my finger buried deep and press the palm of my hand against her pussy as she pulsates through her peak. When she starts to come down, I flick my tongue over her stiffened clit at a wild pace and keep fucking her with my finger until she cries out again, louder this time, disbelief mingled with the ecstatic expression on her face.
I keep her coming for as long as I can, my pride swelling bigger than my dick. She thought she couldn’t come again, but I made it happen—twice.
Well, Wyatt and I made it happen. His arms are still wrapped around her, holding her steady as she comes back to herself.
“I can’t believe that,” she says, when she finds her voice.
“That was so unbelievably hot, Stella.” I press a kiss to her soft inner thigh, then head to the hall bathroom to grab a towel and a washcloth, running it under warm water before I return.
Wyatt’s still holding her, talking quietly in her ear when I get back.
There’s not much to clean up, just a few shiny spots on her thighs, and when I dab at them, Stella looks down in surprise. If no one’s gone down on her before, it’s likely she hasn’t been well cared for after sex, either.
“Thank you,” she says, still looking dazed.
I gather her clothes, folding them into a neat pile. “The bathroom’s in the hall,” I remind her, “if you want to get dressed in there.”
Her eyes drop down to my pants, where my cock is still semi-erect. “You want me to get dressed?”
I take her in, from her flushed skin, to her darkened nipples, to her messy hair. “No, I definitely don’t want you to get dressed, but I don’t want you to regret how late you stayed out.”
“What time is it?” she asks.
When I tell her, she jumps up and grabs her clothes. “Oh, shit!”
“If you turn into a pumpkin, we’ll roll you home,” Wyatt calls after her, chuckling.
Both of us enjoy the sight of her ass as she hurries out of the room.
CHAPTER 28
STELLA
Three days have passed, and I haven’t even begun to get over what happened at the men’s house.
They may be playfully immature in many ways, but they sure have some advanced grown-man skills when it comes to knowing how to please a woman. I still can’t believe they set aside their own gratification to fully focus on my pleasure. In my limited experience, and from much of what I’ve heard other women say, men don’t operate that way.
I also appreciate that the night didn’t progress to full-on intercourse, though as comfortable as they made me feel with what we did, I was actually ready to do more, and I continue to be shocked when I think about how far I might have gone with them.
I feel a lot like a virgin again, just like Ana said, and I’ve also had a lot of insecurities about my body ever since giving birth. There are stretch marks, and things don’t look like they used to, but Cam and Wyatt made me feel like I was beautiful and perfect. I’m amazed at how comfortable they made me feel.
And the things they did!
My one night with Jessie’s dad years ago was so disappointing. I was young and naive enough to be excited that it was happening at the time, but in hindsight, I came to realize how lame of an experience it actually was.
There was virtually no foreplay on Brandon’s part, and it was all over so quickly. Afterward, he asked me if I came, and I couldn’t understand how he didn’t know that I hadn’t.
Now, after last night, I have an entirely new perspective on things–if I can ever fully wrap my mind around what happened.
If I thought kissing Cam and Wyatt was distracting, it was nothing compared to them giving me multiple orgasms. I’m pretty sure I’m still glowing, and my skin heats every time I think about it, which is nearly all the time.
Somehow though, despite my head being in the clouds—or rather, over the back fence and in my neighbors’ living room—I manage to carry on with my everyday activities, doing my work and taking care of Jessie.
The carpool line at the school is a lot less monotonous with x-rated daydreams running through my head. Just before I reach the curb, I shove all the wonderfully dirty thoughts aside.
“Hi, sweetie. How was school today?”
“Hi, Mommy. It was good. Do we have to stop anywhere?”
“Nope, we’re headed home. I stopped at the store before I picked you up.” As soon as Jessie gets herself strapped in, I pull away and head out.