He stills inside of me, and I swear it’s like he’s grown, gotten bigger. It doesn’t hurt, but I feel fuller. Oliver appears in front of me, and Sullivan presses against my back, bending me to his will. Banks fingers dig into the flesh at my hips, holding me in place as he bucks his hips, his cock slicing me in two. At the same time, Oliver starts to stroke his cock, the mushroom tip is red and painful looking, and all I can think to do is ease his pain.
“You want my cock in your mouth?” he questions, his thick, heady voice shooting lightning bolts of pleasure through me.
“Yes,” I gasp, just as Sullivan starts to lather my ass, and my puckered asshole with the oil. His fingers probe at the entrance before slipping in with ease. Slowly he fucks my ass with his fingers while Banks moves steadily in and out of me.
Like a cat in heat, I mewl, the sound radiating through Oliver’s cock, which I suck on like a lollipop. Teetering back and forth between Sullivan and Banks, we slowly find a rhythm that works for all of us.
“Fuck, yes, suck me, baby. I want to come down your throat. Fill your belly with my cum.” Mmm, yes. Sucking him harder, I take him deeper into my mouth, gagging when he threads his fingers through my hair and holds me against his groin. My lungs burn, and my eyes water, but as soon as he pulls back and I see the pleasure pooling in his eyes, I’m doing it all over again. With every hole filled, it doesn’t take long for me to fall apart, and with my orgasm brings the brothers’ orgasms.
Banks is the first to come, groaning as my clenching pussy rips every drop of sticky hot seed from his cock. Oliver is next, and I fondle his balls as he holds my head in place, fucking my throat until he finally reaches climax. I suck him off until he grows soft and slips from my mouth. Pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth as he moves off the bed, most likely going into the bathroom.
With two out of the three done, I push back against Sullivan, and he meets my thrust, slamming into me with the same intense need. His touch is rough, and all I can feel is his cock taking my ass.
“Please fill my ass with your cum,” I whimper, knowing how he loves it when I talk dirty. Peering at him over my shoulder, we lock eyes, and his thrusts become harder, almost painful, but like a volcanic eruption, I feel my own climax sneaking up on me. Thrust. Thrust. The sound of our skin slapping fills the room, and my mouth pops open, a delightful moan escaping.
Banks smirks at me, and I can feel the bite of pain as he rolls my hardened nipples between two fingers.
“Come on, baby, you can come again. I know you can…” Banks encourages, the look in his eyes is dark, heated, and like waves cresting the beach, my orgasm slams into me. At the same time, a roar that could wake the dead pierces the air. Sagging against Banks’ sweaty body, I smile floating down from my own orgasm while Sullivan fills me with every drop of his release.
My lids start to grow heavy immediately after. It’s been a long time since we did a threesome, and with a baby, there isn’t much time for sex, let alone with all three of them.
“You okay?” Sullivan asks, his fingers caressing my back.
“More than okay. I’m pretty sure I’ve become a pile of liquid mush.”
“No worries, we’ll let you sleep for a little while before we go for round two.”
That causes me to perk up, “Round two?” I roll off Banks, and sit up on the bed, my eyes moving between all three of the men I love.
“Yes, round two, and three, and four, and…”
Oliver rolls his eyes, “I think she gets it. We want to fuck her.”
“Oh, that’s not the only thing we want,” Banks snickers and jumps off the bed. Confusion isn’t even a word I would use to describe how I’m feeling, still my brow furrows, and I try and comprehend what is happening.
“What do you mean?” I direct my question to all three of them.
“We started as enemies,” Oliver says.
“We became lovers,” Sullivan says next.
“We have saved each other, and had a baby,” Banks adds.
“And?” I say, my heart beating out of my chest.
The brothers look to each other before Sullivan pulls out a black velvet box. It’s then that I know what is happening.
“Will you do us the honor of becoming Mrs. Bishop?”
What? How? What do I even say to that? After all we’ve gone through? After everything that’s happened, there is no way I could ever say no.