Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
It’s Josh who gets me out of my dress and tears my panties down.
The floor beneath us is slippery wet, and it only adds to the sensation. Josh’s mouth is savage on my thighs, and Heath trails a path of bites down my chest to my stomach. I’ve been a pain slut for years, used to the high that comes from torment turning to joy, but I’m not used to the clench of teeth and the beautiful tenderness of being feasted on.
I watch them kissing as they take a break, still playing with my sparking clit. I watch the Count kiss Josh like he kisses Polly Anna, and yeah, he’s one hell of an actor, but there’s a churn in my gut. A fresh round of butterflies.
This isn’t acting. It’s real.
Their desire is completely authentic when they go for each other’s suit trousers and set free their magnificent cocks. I want them inside me. Both of them. I want them kissing each other as they fuck my love bitten, pain slut flesh.
“Please,” I say. “Use me. My fate belongs to you, Count. I want to serve you. Both of you.”
They break their kiss, and Josh smirks. “Yeah, I bet you do. What you really mean is that you want us to fuck you, you dirty little curva.”
I arch my back against the tiles, teeth chattering in the aftermath of the pool.
“You know me too well, Josh.”
“I know every inch of you, inside and out. Including your filthy mind.”
“Busted,” I say.
From the way his eyes lock on Heath’s, I know he could be saying the same to him. The more I’m around them, the more obvious it becomes.
I’m shocked when Heath grabs Josh by the throat, with the Count’s cruel expression on his vampiric face.
“Cocky boy,” he says. “There is only one winner here, just like there is in Kington Springs. Ella isn’t the only one who’ll be tweaking the proposal tonight. We’re not using the Agency now.”
He shoves Josh to the floor at my side, and tears his shirt open, buttons going flying.
Oh my fucking God.
I shuffle away and raise myself for a better view, my hand snaking down between my legs as another scene of my dreams unfolds before me.
Heath bites Josh. Hard.
The Count bites my boyfriend, on his ripped chest, with as much savagery as he did me.
“Fuck!” Josh cries, but he doesn’t fight. His cock is still rock solid, barbells glistening as Heath works a path down his body, biting and sucking until he reaches his thigh.
“You’re going to be a bitten mess like your girlfriend,” Heath tells him. “Remember this tomorrow when we’re playing a different game.”
He tugs Josh’s shoes off and his trousers follow before he hoists Josh’s legs right up to his chest. And then he ploughs his ass – shunting his massive cock right the way to the balls, the barbells taking no prisoners as they pop their way in, one after the other.
That’s got to fucking hurt, real fucking bad. Josh groans through gritted teeth as the glorious Count pounds his asshole – his long dark hair, dripping wet. I’m a mute spectator, open mouthed and still drenched myself, and I don’t know what to do other than play with my pussy.
Heath clicks his fingers to bring me out of my daze.
“Clean me,” he says, and pulls his cock free.
I scrabble towards him, not giving a fuck for anything but obeying his command. It’s his tone. His energy. His character.
He takes my hair as I clean his dirty cock, sucking him with whimpers.
“Good curva.”
Then he plunges right back into Josh’s ass again, my face up close to the action.
It’s fucking beautiful.
Fucking, cleaning, biting. It’s a whirlwind. Teeth, cock and fingers as Heath manoeuvres me at his whim and invades my pussy all the way to the knuckles.
“Suck your boyfriend as I come,” Heath says, and again, I do as instructed without hesitation.
I take Josh’s veined cock in my mouth, working him as best I can while Heath ravages his asshole.
I’m so proud of myself when they come in sync.
So proud as I swallow every last spurt of my boyfriend’s hot cum.
I collapse on the floor, running my fingers over my love bites as I revel in the aftermath.
But it’s not over yet. That’s clear in both of the guys’ dirty smiles as they look at me.
“Your ass next, Polly Anna,” Heath says, and I grin with horny glee.
I raise my knees to my bruising tits gladly.
“Bite her,” Heath says, working his cock again.
I groan like the slut I truly am when Josh bites down on my pussy.
And I moan for more when his teeth land on my clit.
“Harder,” Heath says, and fuck, it takes my all not to scream as Josh obeys, biting down hard and sucking.
My whole body is burning, buzzing – subspace here I come.