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This book is dirty, but also romantic and wholesome. So you really can have it all. Needless to say I enjoyed it very much.
Rick and Carl have been together for years after Carl and his then girlfriend invited Rick into their bed for some fun. They’re in love. Not hiding their relationship, partners in every sense and bisexual. They’re looking for a woman to share their bed and maybe their life on a sugar daddy sites. After some trial and error they land on Katie.
Katie has a dream of owning a stable and she needs money to make that come true. She’s also fresh out of university and wants some uncomplicated fun. Rick is the one she talks to online and likes at once. Carl is the one who makes her wet and scares her a bit, but she wants to try with these guys. Rick is into her from the first day they meet, Carl isn’t sure she’ll be a good fit, but he tries for Rick (Because he fucking loves that man, okay? They’re so good together.)
So they go on a date, they get to know each other, they fuck (described in glorious detail). Things progress form there.
I have to admit I didn’t like Carl at first, I didn’t think he’d treat Katie right. There was also this thing that he wanted that was always hinted at and I – was scared it would be something bad and filthy and borderline criminal. But Carl grew on me. He had fucking depth, he had layers. He had heart and the three of them were perfect together.
I liked Rick and I loved Katie. She has personality, knows what she wants, had anal before and loved it. She’s no virgin. She has issues and dreams and is as filthy in bed as the guys are. She’s good at things when she applies herself. She can be mean. She feels real, fleshed out. Yes, she’s way younger than the guys, yes, she comes from a poor background – but so does Carl. They relationship didn’t feel unequal at any point. Decisions and motivations make sense.
You get a proper story here. There is character growth for Katie and Carl. There are outside factors and past hurts that they need to deal with.
The sex scenes are very detailed but not mechanical. It just works. It’s hot. There is dirty talk, double penetration, anal, blowjobs.
If you have a few hours on your hand I recommend this one highly. Ca 440 pages, also on KU.
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“Gonna open you up so fucking wide,” he growled. “Gonna take your fucking cunt with two fat cocks, stretch you nice and fucking big… two big fucking dicks in your sweet little pussy… gonna feel so fucking dirty… gonna feel so fucking tight…”
“Yes…”
“Wanna see all the way inside you… all the way into your pink fucking hole…”
“Yes…”
“Gonna make you wet… make you stretch… make you fucking gape for me…”
The heel of his palm, so hard against my clit. “Fuck…” I ran my fingers
down his chest, over his abs, until I found the swell in his pants. I squeezed
him through his jeans. “Fuck me…”
“I fucking shouldn’t…” he groaned. “Fuck…” But he was grinding against my hand, moving over me.
“Just a quick one. Hard and fast. Please…”
“I can’t…” he said. “I can’t…”
I cried out as he pinned me, his cock against my pussy, just two layers of
denim keeping us apart. He fumbled with his zipper, and his breath was fast,
so fast in my face. I stared at him, eyes wide, thighs spread and ready for
more, but he paused before his dick was out, the haze clearing.
“Shit,” he said. “Carl. I just… can’t…”
I tried to find the resolve to push him away. “Grey area?”
He shook his head. “It’s not so fucking grey, not really.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Shit.”
I sucked in breath. “It’s ok,” I said. “We won’t…”
“But I want to,” he said. “I want to so fucking much.” He gripped the
leather of the sofa at the side of my head. “Why couldn’t he have just taken
fucking lunchtime off?”
“He must have known…” I whispered. “He must have known we’d be…”
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