sorry you ever started playing this game with me smile.
I gotta say …. I REALLY enjoyed reading this journey. It caught me by surprise on many occasions and at no point was I not glued to my kindle just waiting for the next turn … what a phenomenal ride His Turn turned out to be.
I’m not gonna lie, out of all three, Bric was my least favorite throughout this trilogy until BAM, he wasn’t. With him being the focus you get a much deeper meaning of the man inside and what a perfect female lead Nadia made for him. I didn’t even care about the sexual nature of their relationship. I cared more about their psychological relationship. They were two peas from the same fucked-up pod.
As an avid reader, I was challenged by this book and that’s no easy task. Everything about this story felt new. The power dynamic that Julie Huss created with these characters was perfection. I can honestly say I have never read anything like this before. Ever. Well done!
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“Are you ready to turn over?” Elias asks.
So ready. I don’t even wait for him to tell me to. I simply force my submissive body to turn. And when I open my eyes, Elias Bricman is smiling down at me. He takes his hands to my breasts, pinches my nipples hard enough to make me gasp, and then resumes his calming massage. Gripping them in his palms like fruit, then releasing them, allowing them to fall back and rest, before doing it again.
He leans down—just as Jordan begins to knead the large muscles of my upper thighs, his thumbs once again dipping in between my legs, teasing me so sweetly—and kisses my mouth.
He tastes sweet, like the fruity brandy he’s been drinking.
“Do you want my cock in your pussy?” Jordan asks, his fingers, finally—finally—playing with my throbbing clit.
“Yes,” I mumble into Elias’s mouth.
Elias pulls back just enough to say, “Do you want to wrap your lips around my cock?”
“Please,” I say, the word so soft and sincere. “Let me.”
Elias grabs me by the arms and scoots my whole body forward, until my head is hanging off the edge of the table. I open for him, but he makes no move to take out his cock. Just resumes his massage of my shoulders. It feels so achingly good.
There’s a sound of a belt being unbuckled. The ripping of a zipper being unzipped. It’s Jordan, not Elias. His pants fall to the floor with the whoosh of fabric, and then he’s pushing my legs together and climbing onto the table with me. He straddles my thighs as Elias continues to stare down at me, his hands busy with my breasts again, his fingers pinching my nipples.
The tip of Jordan’s hard cock probes at the entrance to my pussy. I want to open my legs for him, but I can’t. He’s got them pinned tightly closed with his knees.
Jordan pushes a little harder.
I moan, “Ohhh,” just as he makes it past the soft, wet folds and finds the entrance. “Yes,” I say, breathing hard now.
I buck my back, making my head fall even farther back over the side of the table. Bric is unzipping his pants, taking out his cock. I watch it appear. Long, and hard, and so fucking thick. His balls are tight and round and I reach up and out to hold them.
I can’t see the smile on Elias’s face, but I know he’s smiling when he leans forward, my mouth open wide, and pushes the round tip of his cock past my lips.
I suck on him immediately, making him grab my hair. Fist it roughly. He likes this, I think in my head. He likes what I’m doing. I’m pleasing him. And this pleases me.
A quick thrust from Jordan and he’s fully inside me. I lift my hips up in surprise, so focused on Elias, I’d forgotten he was about to fuck me.
He’s still got my legs pinned closed and it’s killing me. It’s killing me not to open wide for him the way I’m open wide for Elias.
“Put your hands on my thighs, Nadia,” Elias commands. “And don’t move them.”
I obey. I grip his muscular thighs, grip the fabric of his pants, desperate for more of everything they’re giving me tonight.
“Open your throat,” he says, as Jordan begins to fuck my pussy harder. Making my whole body rock. Making my mouth take more cock. Making my pussy take more cock. “Open your throat and let me take over. Give in, Nadia,” Bric says. Because yes, this is Bric again.
He’s tricked me, I realize. He’s always been Bric.
But I don’t care. His commands feel like a gift.
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