Chapters (31)
- About This Book
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue
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- Also By Brill Harper
Fletch lays back, and I kneel between his legs to wrap my hand around his big hardon. It's beautiful to look at...tall and veiny and so solid like the man it’s attached to. My man. I lick precum from the tip and pass him to Penelope. We work him together again until all his muscles are straining, and I’m getting him further back each time. This time, man. I wrap my lips over the head and slide down the shaft, my lips stretching tight. He’s hot and filling my mouth as I bob faster and stroke my hand down this shaft. When I swallow the tip, his hand clutches my head, and he groans long and low. I slurp off him and glance over at Penelope.
“Fuck,” Fletcher says. “She’s writing in that damn journal.”
She pushes those sexy glasses back onto her nose higher. “I’m usually too distracted to note your facial expressions when I’m down there.”
He rolls his eyes. “Shane, get a dick in her pussy. She shouldn’t be thinking clearly enough to write this evening.”
Sounds good to me. We lay her down and proceed to suck and lick every inch of her body. Her pussy is so sweet, and under the glow of the Christmas lights, I’ve never seen anything or anyone more beautiful. Fletch and I meet at the juncture of her thighs. “I want you to fuck me. When I’m inside her this time.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to—”
“I’m sure.”
He leaves the room and comes back with lube I didn’t know he had. I guess he’s been thinking about it for a while. I get on my hands and knees over Penelope, and she brings my head down to her tits as a pillow.
Behind me, Fletch squeezes my ass cheeks. It’s shocking at first, but not nearly as shocking as when he teases my clenched asshole with his lubed fingers. “Remember how Penelope used to watch porn for research? I’ve been doing my own studying. I don’t want to hurt you, but Shane?”
“Yeah?”
He kisses a line down my spine, making my legs quiver. “I’m going to make you mine tonight. You’re going to feel me for days.”
Oh hell.
He pushes one finger into me and I moan. I push back, bringing it deeper. Holy hell. I had no idea it would feel this good. I push up and guide my dick into Penelope. She’s so tight. Cold sweat breaks out on my forehead when I feel Fletcher’s hand part my ass cheeks with one hand and run his cockhead over my crack with the other.
He spreads me wider and pushes the tip in.
“Holy shit.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, keep going.”