Triplets Make Five

I wanted everyone to know who she belonged to.

I wanted everyone to know I belonged to her.

I circled her clit with my fingertips and her body began to tremble. She fell weak in my lap, her body flailing as I pounded the thickness of my dick in between her ass cheeks. I could feel the heat of her body warming mine, even through the clothes we still had on.

“Fuck, Ella. You feel incredible.”

I felt my balls curl up into my body just as she pressed her back against my chest. She quaked and trembled, rolling her hips into my fingertips while my thrusts destroyed her asshole. She leaned her head back and turned it, panting into the crook of my neck, and I turned my lips into hers and captured them just before I flew over the edge.

My cock pumped stream after stream of cum into her body as her pussy finally gave way. I felt wetness trickling down my thighs as my mouth swallowed her moans and whimpers, and I slid my fingertips down to her entrance before I filled her with my fingers. She ground down onto them, her body twitching as she lost control of her passions and desires. I felt her pussy walls fluttering around my thick fingers, and she flew over the edge a second time as her ass drained my cock of its juices.

Her muffled sounds vibrated my face as my tongue licked along her cheeks. Her entire body was pulled taut as my dick sat in her ass. My cum started trickling back out of her, settling on my pelvis while she came down from her second orgasm, and the only thing I could smell in our little corner of salacious heaven were the heavy pants of her lust-tinted breath.

“Oh, Foster,” she whispered into my lips.

I gathered her body into my lap before I pulled my dick from between her cheeks. Her body was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I simply held her close while she buried her face into the crook of my neck. I sat there, with my pants around my ankles and her juices soaking my skin, simply reveling in how she felt against my body.

“Come home with me, Ella,” I said.

And I smiled when I felt her nod into my skin.

Epilogue: Ella

One Month Later

I swayed my hips on stage as the song I’d arranged fell effortlessly from my lips. Men were drooling and staring, throwing money for me onto the stage while I slowly walked around collecting it. The audience I’d garnered over the past three months provided me with enough income to quit my waitressing job and still have enough to afford the renovations on my apartment. Foster had kept his promise on paying the out-of-pocket difference, and with each lucrative night I had singing I came closer and closer to being able to pay for my dream home outright.

No loans, no debt, no nothing.

Which was especially helpful since I found out that I was pregnant.

I wasn’t showing yet, so I was still able to perform. I had told the owner of the club earlier that evening, and because of my fan base that I created, he was happy to keep me on staff, even after the baby was born.

I had told Foster right after I took my pregnancy test, and to my surprise he was ecstatic about it. I couldn’t believe I was excited as well, but I truly was. I never thought that I wanted kids, until that pregnancy test came back positive. Now it was all I could think about. I was going to start a family with Foster, and I couldn’t be happier.

The song faded to an end and the crowd roared and hollered. I took a small little bow, keeping my mysterious smirk plastered onto my face before I turned around to head offstage. I caught some movement at the corner of the stage, a man with a broad smile and flowers in his hand, and I became excited when I realized it was Foster.

Foster had come to see me perform.

I sauntered offstage before I raced back into the dressing room. I put on my robe before I pushed through the doors, and Foster was there waiting for me in the hallway. I ran to him, a massive smile on my face, and he picked me up and swung me around in his arms before he peppered kisses in the crook of my neck.

“You were fabulous,” he said.

“I take it the roses are for me?” I asked.

“But, of course.”

I took the bouquet from his hands and took a deep sniff of their scent. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt Foster’s arm wrap around my back, then I felt his lips Ella the shell of my ear. I shivered at his touch, becoming weak in the knees as my body leaned into his strength. I was so glad I was done for the night. I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d make it back up onto the stage feeling like this.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” he said.

I got changed quickly and we headed to a late dinner, but I could tell something was on his mind. The car ride was fairly silent even though I tried to fill it with conversation, and it wasn’t until we sat down for dinner that I saw his wall drop. His eyes hung heavily upon mine as I grew nervous in my seat, and for a split second I thought something had happened with the renovations.

The question that flew from his lips, however, stunned me into silence.

“I want you to move in with me,” he said.

I sat there, studying him as the flowers sat on the edge of the table. My mind whirled with all the implications that would mean, but my gut reaction was to smile. Tears pooled around my eyes and I felt my hands beginning to shake, and it took me a second to gather my thoughts before I could give him my answer.