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)
Cam shifts to take one of my nipples between his lips, as he twists his fingers around the other one. Wyatt slowly circles his tongue around my clit and I groan their names.
I feel like I could either melt into the bed, or burst into flames. Maybe both.
The men keep a steady rhythm with their actions, and I quickly build toward an orgasm. “I’m going to come,” I pant.
Cam cradles my face in his hand and presses the tip of a finger into my mouth when I cry out. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Wyatt sucks my clit between his lips and I explode, my entire body pulsing with a need that’s been building up for days.
It’s glorious, deep and long. The type of release I could only have if I felt entirely safe and adored.
“You’re so beautiful,” Cam tells me as he brushes strands of hair back from my cheeks. As he kisses me, Wyatt lifts my legs onto his shoulder, and presses his face into my pussy, plunging his tongue deep inside me.
I gasp, and Cam chuckles, likely seeing what Wyatt’s doing.
“He didn’t get to taste you last time, and you taste delicious.”
Whatever Wyatt’s doing, it feels amazing. One of his fingers takes the place of his tongue, pressing deep inside me, curling to reach some magic spot. His tongue flicks rapid fire over my clit, and before I know it, I’m flying off again, into nothingness and everythingness.
Fireworks explode behind my eyelids, white and hot and dazzling. My heels dig into Wyatt’s back as my hips arch, pressing my pussy into his face.
Cam strokes his hand over my throat, down to my breasts, where he squeezes one possessively in his palm. The two of them are making my body sing like it’s never sung before, every cell vibrating at some higher frequency that I’ve never experienced, like I’ve reached another plane of existence.
I’m panting, crying, whimpering, not sure I can take more, but also never wanting it to stop.
“Please,” I moan, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“Please?” Cam questions, between kissing my jaw, my cheek, my chin, my neck.
“I need you … one of you … inside me … now. Please.”
Cam traces a finger along the edge of my cheek, my face flushed with heat. “But I only counted two orgasms so far.”
Wyatt’s voice, deep and husky, comes from the end of the bed. “He’s joking. We’ll never make you ask twice for anything you want.”
I barely have the energy to lift myself up, but I manage to grab a handful of Cam’s shirt. “Take your clothes off. Both of you.”
He tugs his shirt over his head, and I swear I hear angels singing. I’ve seen him this way plenty of times, of course, mostly online but also in person, but now he’s mine to touch. I stretch my hand up to glide it over his abs.
“You’re built like a superhero,” I sigh, making him chuckle.
The sight of him, and the knowledge that Wyatt is also hopefully removing clothing, gives me the energy to lift myself onto my elbows to take it all in.
Wyatt’s jeans are open and he’s just about to slide them down his hips. He’s taking his briefs down at the same time, and I swallow a lump in my throat when I see how thick the stem of his cock is. Then, as he pushes his pants down, the length of him becomes apparent, and I’m blinking at it, eyes wide. My mouth waters, and my pussy clenches, but my god, look at the size of him.
CHAPTER 39
STELLA
Cam must be watching my face, because he tells me, “Don’t worry. It’ll feel good.”
“You’re so big,” I say to Wyatt, unable to keep the thought to myself.
“I’ll take it slow.” Wyatt’s face is edged with a serious determination as his eyes drop to my center.
Still in his jogging pants, Cam crawls behind me on the bed, lifts me up, and settles me back onto his thighs as he kneels. Nestling my back against him, he asks, “Are you comfortable?”
I nod, still focused on Wyatt’s huge cock as he sheathes it with a condom he grabbed from the dresser behind him.
Cam cups one of my breasts in each of his hands and thumbs over my nipples as Wyatt spreads my knees wide.
This position gives me an incredible view of what’s about to happen, and I realize it gives Cam a front-row seat too, when he tells me, “Try to relax. It’s going to feel good.”
Much as I want him—both of them—I’ve tensed up. Sure, a seven-pound baby once passed through me, but that wasn’t exactly a pleasurable experience. Brandon wasn’t built anything like this. I thought that when a man is packed with muscles, his cock looks smaller by comparison, but that’s not the case with Wyatt.