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)
Zero moves like he’s got something to prove, thrusting harder and faster until each assault forces a wild gasp out of me. Along with the constant strumming of my clit, Beast’s hands on my nipples and Piston's blunt teeth on my neck, I can't hold it off any longer even if I wanted to.
I come hard around Zero, every muscle in my body clenching tight. It makes him feel even thicker inside me. My back arches and my legs strain against Piston's iron grasp, getting nowhere. I try to keep from making a lot of noise, but it’s no use. I cry out as my eyes roll back and I come.
Zero groans and shoves deep one last time as he fucks me through the aftershocks. God, I can feel him coming, and I want him to make a mess of me, without the latex between us. Just skin on skin, our juices mixing. Primal. Sweaty and dirty.
I flop against Piston after Zero pulls out, my orgasm having run its course. I groan at the loss of him, feeling wrung out and hungry for more at the same time.
Now that I've got some freedom to move, Piston manages to work his jeans down and get his hot shaft nestled against my ass. I start to lift my hips and let him fill me, but he surprises me by flipping me around to face his chest. His deep brown, lust-darkened eyes look right into mine as I straddle his hips and sink down onto his shaft. I'm stuffed completely while bracing my hands on his shoulders. He grips my ass with both hands and does most of the work, lifting and lowering me on his own cock. Which is good, since my legs are still weak.
Meanwhile, Beast, who's been stroking himself while watching us, moves next to us and turns my face his way. He fists his shaft and points his massive cock at my mouth. There's a drop of precum at the tip that I clean off with a swipe of my tongue. He groans as I let him in, tasting him as he fills my mouth.
When something touches my ass between Piston's hands, I squeak in surprise. Zero laughs. "Is this ever an option?" I think it's his finger, which he swirls in little circles around the tight pucker of muscle back there, teasing out a tingly sensation that I’m not quite sure how to feel about.
"Maybe?" I whisper uncertainly, pulling away from Beast for a moment.
"Tell me to stop," Zero says, then increases the pressure just a little. Not forcing anything, just getting me used to sensations I've never felt before, not like that.
It's like I'm floating on a sex cloud, supported by all three of them. Piston pumping me on his cock, Beast fucking between my lips, and Zero teasing me from behind. In all my time before I met them, it's been rare enough that anyone has managed to make me finish even once, and now it feels like a money back guarantee.
My nails dig into Piston's shoulders as Beast grows saltier in my mouth. His grip tightens in my hair, and his thrusts grow more insistent. I relax and swallow, taking him deeper with a moan. I tighten as the first warning contractions of an incoming orgasm shakes me. Piston grips my hips harder, and when Zero presses a kiss to the back of my neck as he plays with my ass, I fall apart in their arms all over again.
It’s a good thing they have a tight hold on me or I might just fly away. Beast pulls back a little, letting me work his crown as he jerks off into my mouth. My stomach does a little flip, my body clenches, and Piston moans at the sudden tightness as I gasp for air. The next time Beast thrusts between my lips, he puts a hand behind my head and holds me in place as thick cum spills over my tongue. I swallow most of it, but some spills over my lip and onto my chin.
Piston is last man standing. I couldn’t tell you if the whole room is watching us, or if we’re the only ones left. I bounce on his cock, and without Beast in my mouth to muffle my cries, I'm sure the whole building can hear us but. I can’t find it in myself to care. Piston pushes me down onto his lap and thrusts his hips up, his cock exploding deep inside me. We hold that position long enough that it feels like time just stops, before I finally collapse against him, completely worn out.
"Can’t feel my legs," I whisper, mostly joking.
Piston squeezes me close with his strong arms. "What, you're done already?" He laughs.
"The spirit is willing but my body is weak. Ask me again tomorrow." With my head resting on his shoulder and my face tucked into his neck, I kiss him there, feeling worn out and perfectly used.