Their Private Need (Death Lords MC 3)

Easy’s directive gives me the permission I need and the words tumble out as if the dam has been broken. “I want to choke on your cock as Easy’s fucking me from behind.”

Michigan grabs my head and lays a kiss on me that steals my breath and my soul. He pulls away and then pushes me down until I’m on my elbows. His hand grips my chin and I open. He shoves into me until the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. I start to gag.

“Relax and breathe through your nose,” Easy croons. He rubs circles around my back and I do as he instructs. I loosen up and Michigan slips farther down.

“Oh fuck me sideways,” Michigan says. I swallow again and he goes deeper. I can tell by the roughness of his actions, the jerkiness of his hips, that he is close to losing control.

Easy curses. “Fuck, baby, you are sopping wet.”

It’s a compliment. He groans and then thrusts into me in one hard motion. The action pushes Michigan deeper into my throat. I suckle and swallow as the two men shaft me with frantic determination. Inside me, the pressure builds until I’m dizzy with it. Their hands are all over me. They both croon words I can barely make out, but the gist of it I understand. They love me; they adore me; they’d do anything for me.

Love and joy and desire burst through me like a hurricane, sweeping me up in wave after wave of ecstasy.

And when I go, so do they. I feel the hot jets of seed pouring down my throat as Michigan jerks in my mouth. Easy shakes behind me, shouting out his orgasm. When the glory subsides, I lie spent on the bed while the two of them stumble to the bathroom. One of them comes out with a washcloth and the other disappears down the hall only to return with a glass of water.

“Thank you,” I whisper. My voice is hoarse and weak.

Michigan reaches over and lays a gentle palm over my throat. “You okay?”

I grip his wrist. “I’ve never been better.”

Easy wipes me clean and the two settle me into bed between them.

“I love you, Easy. I love you, Michigan, and I love this baby we’re making.”

Four big hands cover my belly.

“I can’t fucking wait until you’re so big we have to carry you around.” Easy chuckles. His idea of fun is clearly different than mine but that’s part of why I love him so.

“This is everything,” Michigan says reverently.

These two men are different and yet the same. And they are perfect for me. I’m so blessed.