We get back onto the bed, and I give it to him. He rips the condom wrapper and rolls it on. My legs are spread out once more, and I feel the tip of Anderson’s cock press against my still leaking pussy. He slides in effortlessly, filling me up to the brim. He takes me in one long thrust.
“That feels so good…” I moan.
My eyelids lift in a haze, and Fynn is there again, his cock swollen and needy. His fingers claw my hair, pulling me closer onto him, making me take all of him in my mouth. Adrenalin surges through me. I crave them both so much. They set me on fire, I feel like I’m going to disintegrate, only to be reborn, like a Phoenix, from the ashes of my own death.
Fynn thrusts into my mouth, as Anderson fucks me. We all get carried away. Full satisfaction guaranteed with every single stroke. None of us is taking it slow. We’re past that. Our tempo is united, rhythmical. It’s a give and take of heavenly and hellish, pain and pleasure. We’re bound and intertwined all three of us: mind, body and soul.
I suck Fynn off, using my tongue, my warm breath powerful, bringing him to the brink. My screams are born and they die inside of me. Our pleasure intensifies. Rising higher and higher, until we are no longer three different individuals. We are one.
I feel Fynn’s cock rigid inside my mouth. Anderson thrusts harder and harder. There is an animal inside all of us, waiting, clawing to be released. Their effort is desperate.
My pussy and mouth clench together at the same time. We all go tumbling over the invisible edge, right into the abyss of ecstasy. Another orgasm, even more violent, more devastating than the previous one, scorches right through me. Anderson comes within seconds. He finishes inside of me, the condom keeping us all safe from any possible accidents. Fynn instantly roars, and fills my throat with his hot seed.
I feel two cocks pulsating inside of me, electrifying my every muscle. It’s a storm of our own creation, and it takes us a while to come down to earth. The aftermath is indulgent. The sizzle is gone at this point, but it is easy to just enjoy the moment.
Our breathing returns to normal shortly. Fynn lies down next to me, my head on his shoulder. Anderson lies on his other side, his hand lying over Fynn’s chest and my hips. Fynn turns and kisses the tip of nose. I lift my gaze, and for the first time ever, I see something I’ve never seen in his eyes before. There is vulnerability there. There is trust. There is love.
“I’ve never felt this way before,” I hear him say.
“This is it for us,” Anderson adds. “There is no going back now.”
They give me a second, and I can’t even think straight. I’m overjoyed.
“You don’t have to decide right now,” Fynn suddenly says more gravely. “I know this must be a lot to take in. Just know that we’re not going anywhere. We’ll be here, waiting for your decision. Then, we will do exactly as you instruct us. If you agree, we will stay by your side til the end. But, if you don’t want that, all it takes is a single word, and we will disappear. You will never see us again.”
“No,” I grab at his chest, exactly where his heart is. “I don’t want that. I mean, I want this. I want you. Both of you. I want us all to be together, and have babies, and live in the mountains, and share everything. The good, the bad, everything.”
Neither of them says anything to that. I close my eyes. I don’t need to see to know that we are all smiling. We are all happy. Finally, our real lives can begin.
Chapter 27
Anderson
When I wake up, the sunlight from the window tells me it’s much later than it should be. I overslept. As usual. I turn to the other side of the bed, expecting either Fynn or Maddie, but neither of them is here. The sheets are cold. So, they must have been up for a while now.
I prop myself onto my elbows, looking around the room. I’m in Maddie’s room. There are still some leftovers from her teenage days. Still some glittery shit on the big mirror. The jewelry that seems to belong to someone older and more sophisticated. Maybe her mom. And, a photo of the three of them, the whole family, in a small picture frame by that same mirror.
I remember Hugo back in the day. Ambitious. Cocky. I guess, we’re all cocky and think we got the world by the balls when we know someone loves us. And, his wife loved him. That much was obvious to everyone. That was how Kayne knew he’d get him. Hugo cared about the money, but he was one of those people who always thought “Fuck it, I can just go make some more.” But, he could never make another wife. Not like that one. And, Kayne knew it.
I get up, my cock exhausted from the sex last night, and grab the photo frame. Maddie looks so much like her mother. That’s probably why Kayne targeted her for his final revenge blow.
I sigh, putting it back in its place, carefully. Hopefu
lly, this shit storm is over now and we can go on with our lives. But, how? Will she agree to the more than unconventional life we would offer her? Or would she just say, no thanks?
I doubt that, after meeting her, we’d be able to find anyone like her. No way. She’s one of a kind.
With those thoughts in mind, I find my t-shirt on the floor and a pair of sweatpants, and put them on. I walk downstairs, and hear chuckling in the kitchen.
“But, how can it be alive and dead at the same time?” Maddie asks, just as I’m walking into the kitchen.
They’re both seated at the table, with a cup of coffee in their hands. She looks absolutely stunning. She is wearing just an oversized t-shirt. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she has that morning glow about her.
“So, who’s alive and dead at the same time?” I wonder. “And, can that zombie make me a coffee, too?”
Maddie chuckles. “Sit down, I’ll get you some coffee.”
I do as she instructs, and Fynn smiles at me.