Blurb
When a gorgeous hunk moves into their condo building,
Charity and Hope flip their lucky quarter to see who seduces him. When the coin
lands on its edge, there’s only one thing for the girls to do—share him.
***Warning! This story is meant for readers 18 years of age
and over. It contains scenes of masturbation, voyeurism, female-female sex,
oral sex, anal sex, and group sex.
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Sample
Billy's head tilted, his lips
millimeters from Charity's. “But you didn’t answer my question.”
Liquid flooded her pussy. She was
already on edge from her own imagination and Hope’s flirting. And now Billy.
“What question was that?” She
breathed the words more than spoke them.
“What game are you two playing?”
Billy braced those muscular arms on either side of her, effectively trapping her.
All he had to do was press his body against hers, and she could wrap her legs
around his waist.
She blinked. “We’re not playing any
game.”
“Then why are you both coming on to
me?’
Damn. Why, oh why, couldn’t she lie?
Charity swallowed the lump in her throat. “Because of our lucky quarter.”
“Lucky quarter?”
He was so close. It made thinking
straight so hard when her blood throbbed in her swollen tits, in her pussy.
She licked her lips. “To keep our
friendship intact, we flip our lucky quarter if there’s a guy we’re both
interested in.”
A wicked grin lit his face. “So who
won me?”
“Both of us.”
This time Billy blinked, a shocked
expression on his face. “Both of you?”
She nodded. “It landed on its edge.
We decided in seventh grade if our lucky quarter ever landed on its edge, we’d…share.”
His intense gaze became too much, and her attention dropped to his package. His
very erect package.
“You decided? In seventh grade?”
Her eyes met his again. “I
calculated the odds of a quarter landing on its edge to be one chance in four
million, three hundred ninety-five thousand, six hundred seventy-eight.” She
shrugged. “Even if Hope and I dated two million men each, the odds of both of
us being interested in the same guy and the quarter landing on its edge made it
a statistical improbability.”
“You calculated?”
“Yes.”
“But you thought it would never
happen?”
“Well, if you factor in our
projected lifetimes, adjusting for family medical history and
accident-proneness, it…” Those intense eyes of his penetrated her, and all she
could think of was something else of his penetrating her. Filling her. Making
her come so hard she screamed.
Charity gulped air. “…seemed
mathematically improbable the edge clause would come into play,” she finished
in a whisper.
“Until now.”
“Until now,” she agreed.
“Does this mean the three of us…?”
She nodded. “Hope’s probably
waiting in the shower, wondering where we are.”
Billy pressed his body against her.
His cock nestled against her stomach sent electric quivers through her pussy.
“What if I want to watch the two of you fuck each other first?”
Good. He wasn’t flipping out. After
learning he was Moody’s grandson, she half-expected him to be as prudish as the
property manager. And God help her, she wanted both Billy and Hope tonight.
Charity smiled. “Any style or with
anything in particular?”
He closed his eyes and opened them. “Use your
imagination.”
