So yeah, I’m going downtown tomorrow to shop for a wedding dress. Auntie Mae’s coming with me, and we’d laughed about the farce on the phone.
“You able to handle those men?” she’d cackled. “After I strained my back like that, you better be getting married,” she warned.
“Oh Auntie Mae,” I giggled. “You didn’t strain your back at all. You didn’t strain anything, it was all an act.” Because of course, the medical report from the hospital indicated that my relative was healthy as a horse, elderly or no. And I could almost hear her smile over the phone.
“I strained my brain, that’s all,” she said. “I strained my brain, helping you get together with those two guys.”
That made me pause.
“But how did you know?” I asked quietly. “Why did you think I was better off with them?” I’d told her about Mason and Derek, the kidnapping, the will and the fake engagement. So why was that okay? What had made Mae decide that these two alphas should be in my life?
My aunt just snorted.
“Honey, it wasn’t them. Or it was them, but it was also you. When you talked about them, your face lit up, like you’d just been dunked with happiness. Even though you were technically on the lam, still, only a girl in love looks like that.”
I frowned.
“But the kidnapping didn’t make you hesitate? I mean, it’s crazy right? Who does that?”
My aunt didn’t even hesitate.
“Baby girl, I’d like to be kidnapped by two alphas, it sounds about right to me. I’d like to be ravished, seduced, bound and gagged, served up on a plate, mmm-mmm. But it’s not just that,” she amended. “It’s the way those two men came to find you as soon as you left, determined to have you back. It’s the way they wouldn’t take no for an answer, they didn’t care that it was a shitty neighborhood in Newark, they didn’t care if I threatened them with a gun. You’re theirs baby girl, one hundred percent, and they came to claim what they’d lost.”
And with that, I’d accepted the answer. There was always be the brand of possession on me because I belong to two alpha males who love one another, as well as me.
And turning back to my lovers, I made sure they knew it. Getting up, I turned to face Mason, lowering myself onto Derek’s mouth as Mason rode his dick. Grinding my hips down, feeling that skilled tongue on my insides, made me cream even more, hot juices running wetly.
“Fuck baby,” grunted Mason, his ass so breached by the big pole. “Fuck baby, that’s hot.”
I murmured sweetly, leaning forward to kiss him.
“Good,” I cooed. “Because give it up for me. Give it up for me now.”
And as if on cue, both men came hard. Below me, Derek’s mouth clamped on my clit as his big body shook and trembled, releasing blast after blast of hot white up Mason’s ass. And Mason was just as out of control. The dark man gripped his pole as it spurted like a fire hose, coating my torso in sticky, steamy semen, each virile rope coating me with cum as he roared with ecstasy.
But it’s what I want. It’s what I crave, a life with these two men. Because Mason, Derek and I started illicitly for sure. Not even two months ago, I was an eighteen year-old virgin working in a coffee shop, packaging donuts and hot drinks for whoever came by.
But like out of a fairy tale, a dark, handsome stranger stopped by my store, and a relationship of sorts started. It didn’t blossom, not the way you see in meet-cute movies. Quite the opposite, it was a dark fantasy come true, with another male lover in the picture, a handsome blond giant who craved cum and pussy juice, lapping it up like the sweetest nectar.
But despite everything, things have worked out. We’re together now, sampling one another, and soon enough I’ll be walking down the aisle in white, their ring on my finger. Will it be perfect? No. Will our relationship be flawless and impeccably balanced? No. But nothing is ever perfect, and the difference is that we’re willing to try. We’re willing to go where no one’s gone before, and it’s more than a fake engagement this time. It’s more than the need for a baby, more than the money that’s been released by the trust. It’s about us as people, as devoted lovers, and our commitment is stronger than anything in the world.
So yes, I’m going to become a missus. Against all odds, curvy, shy Katie Jones is going to be a wife to two men, handsome alphas both. I’m continuing my studies, and Mason and Derek have already bought me a small studio downtown so that I can pursue my art. But even more, my lovers want me to be happy. They want me to be satisfied for sure, content and curvy, filled with their cum non-stop, giggling and sated. And what girl would say no? Because there are happy endings out there, and I’ve found mine for sure.
THE END