Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
5
Lily
I hold my breath, waiting for Scott, Cross and Barrett to reply. Oh my god, this is so wrong because I’m literally offering my friend to these three men as a bribe to get them to use protection tonight. The problem? I haven’t technically run the potential menage by Rose yet.
But I’m sure my friend will agree once I describe Barrett, Cross and Scott to her. After all, the three alpha males are absolutely gorgeous. The trio is tall, with broad shoulders, wide chests, and muscular physiques. Maybe Barrett is a bit taller and leaner than the other two, but he’s still massive. Plus, Scott and Cross look like Hyrox types who could easily throw a log over one shoulder before sprinting a fifty-yard dash. Obviously, I’m dying to get a look at their tools because I’m sure they’re sporting long, thick rods that are going to make me feel delicious inside. Oooh, I can’t wait.
Then again, this entire scenario is ridiculous. Here I am, a nubile teen girl dressed in nothing but pasties, panties, and high heels while ensconced on a couch between three hard, male bodies. I can feel the raging testosterone in the air, and fuck, but when I glance at Scott, there’s a small wet patch at his crotch. He’s dripping so much ejaculate that it’s already soiling his pants, but the alpha male doesn’t care. In fact, sensing my gaze, he unzips his pants before pulling out his cock, stroking the nine-inch monster with one hand. I gasp as my nipples harden because I’ve never seen something so delicious before. He’s fully erect, with bulging veins running along the bottom of his cock, and the helmet is meaty and smooth, slick with fluids.
“Oh my god,” I manage in a breathy gasp, eyes fixed to his fuckrod. “Ohhhhh.”
He smiles wickedly, flashing even white teeth.
“Cat got your tongue, baby girl?” he asks, gently running one big palm up and down his length before pausing to squeeze, so that a pearl of pre-come beads at the top. I swallow thickly, unable to tear my eyes from the dirty sight.
“Ummmmm,” is all I can manage before swallowing thickly.
“So do you still want to use protection?” he asks in a silky voice, smoothing his pre-come over his hardness so that it shines gently in the low lights. “Or would you prefer to feel this meat raw inside your tender pussy?”
My head swims as I stare at his enormous shaft. The truth is that I’d love to feel it deep inside my snatch, with nothing between us. Latex diminishes sensation no matter what condom manufacturers say, and even crazier, I’d love to feel him come in me too. A man’s orgasm is a powerful aphrodisiac, and it would be sensual and dirty to have Scott, Cross, and Barrett fill me with their spunk.
But I have to keep my wits about me. Swallowing heavily, I look up into his blue eyes.
“No, this doesn’t change things. We have to use condoms,” I manage in a mostly-steady voice. “It’s not an option. It’s a must.”
Barrett runs one big hand down my arm, teasing me with that gentle touch as electricity runs up my spine.
“I hear you, sweetheart, and we respect you for your decision. But this is more than a black and white issue. It’s not a light switch with only an on-off option. Let’s try to think out of the box and explore. What are you afraid of here? Are you afraid of diseases? I promise, the three of us are clean. We regularly get tested, and in fact, that’s something that your stepfather required before introductions were made. Isn’t that right, Lionel?”
I look around because I’d forgotten that Lionel was here. But the huge man is leaning against the bar still, smirking as he sips his whisky.
“I did ask for it, Lils,” the man of the house drawls. “They were tested last week and they’re clean.”
But that’s not it, and I shake my head.
“No, it’s not disease that I’m worried about. It’s pregnancy,” I say. “I’m not ready to be a mom, and even I were ready to get pregnant, I only want to have Lionel’s children. Tell them, Daddy. We discussed this.”
But the alpha male doesn’t budge from where he’s standing. Instead, he smirks again, flashing even white teeth.
“You’re doing a great job of telling them yourself, sweetheart,” he drawls. “I love seeing your spirit and fire, and yes, any babies of yours are going to be my children.”
“See?” I say breathlessly, turning back to the three men. “I can’t have unprotected sex with you because I’m going to have my stepfather’s babies. So there. It’s final.”
Yet Barrett, Cross, and Scott aren’t put off. In fact, Scott reaches forward to gently caress my poochy tummy, savoring the soft skin.
“Would it be fucked up to say that we love the fact that you want to get pregnant by your stepdad?” he rasps, blue eyes flashing.