My own hand slides down against my lower belly, even lower, playing with my curls, my finger sliding between my soft, pink folds.
“I’m so wet for you…” I moan.
“Fuck…” I hear Anderson mutter, and his cock is erect, strong, begging to dive into me. “Got any more condoms?”
“No,” I shake my head. “You don’t need it.”
“But…” he starts.
“Neither of you needs it,” I tell them.
“I won’t be able to pull out,” Anderson admits, and Fynn nods as well.
“I know you will take care of me,” I tell them. “That’s why I want you to do everything to me. But, I need you to do it now… now…”
I moan some more, as my fingers spread my pussy even more, juices already leaking down my inner thighs. They change places, and I find Anderson in front of me, and Fynn grabbing at my hips.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Fynn says as he spreads my ass cheeks.
I hiss loudly, my fingers digging into the pillow, trying to smother my moans. Fynn’s fingers are playing with my pussy, my hardened clit begging, all swollen and needy. Anderson’s cock is in front of me, and I lick the cream off the top of it. He moans, his voice like music to my ears. I don’t want to take it slow this time. I want them to own me, every part of my body, as well as my heart.
“Put it in your mouth,” Anderson instructs. “And, swallow every drop of my hot seed.”
I see his thickness in front of me, and the fingers of my hand can’t really fit around his entire girth. The thought of him filling me up with it again makes me shiver with delight. Fynn notices, and continues to play with my pussy, not wanting to fuck me still. The anticipation is too much. I’m walking between pain and pleasure, but I know the pleasure will be all the greater if I wait just a little longer.
I lick Anderson’s cock again, my tongue tasting more of him this time. My fingers slide down his length, then back up. His cock is tense now, waiting, eager. His fingers find my hair, raking through it, grabbing a handful, but he doesn’t dictate the tempo. I do.
I open my mouth and let him slide in. My lips close around him, tightening. He goes in a little deeper every time, my tongue flat against his base. I take more of him in, feeling him all the way in the back of my throat. I’m full of him. And, at that moment, Fynn enters me, spreading my ass and pussy as wide as he could. I feel like I have relinquished all control to them, and yet, it still gives me a strange sense of power.
I groan with pleasure, and Anderson feels the vibrations of my throat on his cock.
“Fuuuuck…” he moans, as his hips buck into me, digging deeper.
I start sucking him off faster, as Fynn keeps fucking my brains out – just the way I wanted them to. Fynn’s hands grip my ass, slapping it occasionally, leaving dirty, red marks, which I can’t wait to see in broad daylight. Hot flames surge through my body, my pussy begging for release, as I become a plaything of these two men who have taught me the true meaning of living.
I feel helpless in their hands, spread on the bed, completely naked, completely owned. Fynn thrusts into me hard, and I get lost in the sensation, bucking backwards against him, as he hits that sensitive spot no one has ever touched before. He adds a thumb to this winning combination, brushing it softly first against my clit, just to tease me.
Pleasure peaks
inside of me. My entire body shakes, but I know I won’t fall. I’ll never fall as long as I have them to hold me. So, I fully let go, with Fynn fucking my drenched pussy and with Anderson’s bulging cock in my mouth. My head is swimming with all the adrenaline. My pussy welcomes every ripple of ecstasy they send my way. It feels like my fingers are charged with electricity, and I finally come.
Panting, trembling, I’m a hot mess of my own juices. Fynn keeps fucking me mercilessly, and I hear him groan my name. His fingers dig into my flesh, but I don’t feel it. I’ve lost track of time and space. There is only now, only this moment. Nothing else exists.
A moment later, Fynn thrusts into me hard, harder than before, hissing loudly. Anderson waits patiently, as I grab his cock again with my hand, jerking him off, while sucking. He cums in one big gush right into my mouth. I choke a little, but I manage to swallow it all in one gulp. Both of them are still buried inside of me. We’re all still moving, going, but our motions are getting slower and slower.
Our bodies rock together in the force of that peak. So many sensations have passed through my body that I was barely able to keep track of them all. Breathing heavily, we drop down onto the bed, and the whole room is still spinning. I’m too shaken from that orgasm to be able to think straight, let alone speak a coherent sentence.
Luckily, we don’t need to speak. Everything’s been said already. We fall asleep hugging, dreaming of our future together.
Chapter 30
Epilogue – 5 years later
“I swear, I look so bloated, I feel like a whale,” I huff and puff looking at myself in the mirror.
My hands are resting on my bulging belly, which protrudes from my flowery summer dress that I just put on. I’m due in a month, but it feels like I’m due in a week.
The twins are 3, and we all decided that it would be nice to keep all the siblings relatively close in age. So, here we are. Pregnant – again.