I’m too full.
They’re too big.
My thoughts swirl, panic briefly eclipsing the pleasure, but then Ryker’s gravelly voice whispers, “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
I can’t see him, but I take comfort in his words, the knots in my throat easing.
Landon begins to suck at my nipple, his tongue swirling around the beaded nub, as we wait for Beckett to seat himself fully inside of me.
Breathe.
I just need to breathe.
I do what Ryker instructed and take deep, gulping breaths, sucking air into my shriveled lungs.
Breathe.
“Fuck me,” Zane moans. “Is it my turn yet?”
“Is it strange I’m getting hard again?” Dom inquires.
“It would be weirder if you weren’t,” Ryker mumbles.
Beckett slowly, tentatively, begins to thrust his hips forward, the momentum causing me to bounce on Landon. All three of us groan simultaneously.
It isn’t long until we find a rhythm—Beckett pushing into me at the same moment Landon slides out, and vice versa.
I’m a writhing, mindless heap between the two of them, and I can’t bring myself to care. Inarticulate praises and curses leave my lips. One moment, I’m damning them all. The next, I’m elevating them to deity status.
They continue to rock me between them, the only sounds our ragged breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh. I don’t know what the other three are doing, but this isn’t about them. They’ll have their turn.
I lean back slightly to wrap an arm around Beckett’s neck, turning my head to kiss him. “I love you.” I pull away to peer down at Landon, who has sweat beading on his forehead and cheeks. “I love you all.”
“Oh…fuck.” Landon’s lashes twitch, and his cock jerks inside of me, losing the rhythm the three of us found.
Beckett bites down on my neck as he comes, a guttural roar escaping him. I feel ropes of cum hit my back and ass as he pulls out of me.
Landon remains inside me for a second longer, his hips jerky and uneven, his silver eyes intent on my face. One of his hands moves between our bodies, and he rubs at my clit, careening me toward my own edge.
I drag my fingernails down his chest as I come with a scream I’m sure the entire neighborhood will hear. Landon comes as well, but unlike Beckett, he doesn’t pull out of me. His cock continues twitching deep in my pussy long after he ejaculates.
A deeply male satisfaction seeps into his eyes.
“I wonder if that’s enough.” Landon says the words almost conversationally, but there’s an undercurrent of desire in them that has my spine stiffening.
“What’s enough?” I ask as he finally slides out of me.
He lowers his mouth to whisper, “Enough cum in your sweet pussy to impregnate you.”
Holy fucking gods.
Lust barrels through me, and I feel heat clamor up my neck and into my cheeks. This isn’t a surprise. We’ve talked about this before. None of my guys wear condoms anymore (though they didn’t wear them often to begin with), and that’s…that’s okay.
The world may be scary, but when is it ever not? I know any child we bring into this world will be loved and protected. No one will harm our baby.
Landon, more than any of them, has an almost primal urge to breed me. He explained in detail that it’s a kink of his but told me we didn’t have to do it if I didn’t feel comfortable.
I fucked him that very moment without a condom.