What Happens On Venus . . .: New Adult Group Male POV Romance

What Happens On Venus . . .: New Adult Group Male POV Romance Read Free

Book: What Happens On Venus . . .: New Adult Group Male POV Romance Read Free
Author: Sharon Love
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uncomfortable, I adjusted my ass on the hard wood nightstand. Heather stepped up to me and bent down for a kiss. Pressing her lips onto mine, she pushed her tongue in and twirled it around.
    When the lip lock was done, she took both hands and pulled me up to my feet. “Let’s give them a good show.”
    Moving my hands up from her waist where she’d placed them, I felt around for the zipper of her costume. Sliding it down, her dress loosened and dropped to the floor. Gasps came from the guys. I checked Heather and she was wearing a braless corset. With one zip, her large tits were exposed to the room.
    “Surprised?” she giggled, pushing her chest out.
    I swallowed hard, attempting not to hyperventilate. Her tits were the firmest I’d ever seen. I cupped them gently for fear that she’d flinch back away. She didn’t. Her nipples were taut and jetted out like two wondrous peaks. Obeying the roll of the dice, I licked my lips and leaned in to take one in my mouth. Sucking hard, I licked all around the mound, devouring her offering.
    She arched her back and sighed.
    “Fuck! Let me roll,” Mitchell said, knocking the dice across the floor.
    “You have to suck the other,” Leo declared.
    Heather held me close, as Mitchell converged on us. I kissed the side of her neck and down her shoulders as Mitchell took his turn, crudely stuffing her tit in his mouth.
    She seemed to respond more to my advances. Mitchell sucked her chest, but she rubbed her hip against my hard on. Knocking her head up, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. It wasn’t a dainty kiss either. This time it was a tongue lashing assault.
    Without rolling the dice, Dallas smashed up behind her and wedged his fingers between her thighs. She moaned, ripping out of our embrace. Now I’d lost her. She was writhing to two other guys and I was left stiffening up in my pants. I had to make a move.
    “Suck my cock,” I begged in her ear.
    “Hmmm,” she cooed. “I like that offer.” She pushed Mitchell away and turned from Dallas’s intruding digits. Bending over, she picked up and rolled the dice. “My turn and look it says I have to suck Jimmy’s cock.” She fell to her knees and opened my fly. Before unleashing my beasts she addressed the room. “Any objections?”
    When none came, she hooked her thumbs in my waistband and worked my boxers down to my knees. My stiff pointed out to her, aching to be engulfed by her luscious lips. She slipped them over my cock and I shuddered as she drew me in. She sucked, moving back and forth, devouring my massive rod with a smile. I rocked with her, coaxing a fuller prod into her throat.
    But my turn was soon up. Leo pulled us apart. He raised her to her feet. “I think you read those dice wrong. It’s Andrew’s turn.”
    With his roll, Leo deciphered the dice and sent Heather to sit on his lap. She approached the nervous guy sitting on the bed. Turning him by the knees, she positioned him on the corner. Enthusiastically, she tossed one leg over and settled down on his crotch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her naked pussy over his trapped erection.
    Oh shit! This girl’s too much. I watched her lap dance on my coworker and stroked my cock. A climax was begging to explode. The she laughed out a sentence that slowed time for me and every other dick in the room.
    “Too bad you’re all dressed. Kinda limits the fun.”

Chapter Four

    The possibility of what might happen if we evened the playing field and stripped naked traveled through the room fast. The dice game was a ruse to get pretty girls to have sex. Playing a game now seemed irrelevant to the situation. Heather was seducing all of us and we were happily bending over for the start of her commands.
    Clothing flew off in all directions of the room. I stepped out of my half stripped down pants, while Heather dragged my shirt off over my head.
    “You sure about this?” I asked her, still not believing what was

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