Daryl's cock is slick in my hand, Donovan's swelling inside me to an impossible size that sends both pleasure and ache through me. Dwayne tastes salt and sweet on my tongue as he holds my face gently, angling his cock forward with restraint so that I don't gag.
"Fuck," Donovan says, his grip on my hip tightening. He's close, but I'm closer, tumbling over the precipice of pleasure as Daryl's slick finger searches out my clit. The pulsing of my pussy is what finishes Donovan, his cock swelling in waves as he comes inside me. Dwayne isn't far behind, filling my mouth with everything he has to give.
Last of all, Daryl waits for both his brothers to step back and give me space. He lies next to me, cradling my body against his. "You okay, Maggie?" His chocolate brown eyes search mine, his strong hand stroking back my curls from my sweat-slicked forehead.
"Yes, but you didn't finish."
He smiles a quick smile. "Has it been too much, you know…?" His hand slides over my belly, and I shake my head. Even though Donovan is big, he was careful in the way he fucked me, taking everything in a slow and measured way that pushed all my buttons. "I'll be gentle," he says, rolling me so that my back is nestled into his front. I'm so slick from Donovan that Daryl pushes in with no resistance, his rumbling moan of pleasure tickling the back of my neck. Donovan and Dwayne move to watch us, stroking over my body and bending to kiss my lips as their brother wraps me in his arms possessively. "You feel so good," Daryl says. "Like warm chocolate pudding."
Dwayne chuckles lowly. "That's his favorite dessert, Maggie. It's the greatest compliment he can give."
I smile, my eyes rolling back in my head as Donovan licks his finger and searches out my clit. Although it feels good, I know I won't be able to come again when my body has given way to so much pleasure already. It feels like that for a few seconds, my clit so stimulated it almost feels numb. Then Daryl draws back and moves in shallower thrusts, and Donovan concentrates his rubbing just above my clit, and I know this is it. The most pleasure I've ever received. I want to curl in on it and just be still, maybe hide under the covers and dwell in this space where lights flicker behind my eyelids, and my body feels white-hot and ice blue all at the same time, but there's no hiding from these men. Their eyes are on me, all their focus is now on bringing me into a place that feels scary—a place where I might really start to believe that what Danna has could be mine.
I come so hard that Donovan's hand is crushed between my thighs, and my pussy clamps down so tight that Daryl cries out, following me into oblivion just as I think I can't take anymore.
Dwayne laughs, not in a horrible way but in a bubbling, I-can't-hold-in-my-delight-any-more tone that has my heart smiling. Daryl's arms stay around me, even as his cock softens inside me. My thighs are a sticky mess, my body too, but nobody cares as they draw the comforter over me and stroke my hair. And I drift into a reflective time where I think, did that really just happen?
It did. It really did, and there's no guilt in my heart like I felt with Justin. No reservations because how could there be when Donovan tells me that I'm amazing and Dwayne kisses my hand gently as though I'm precious, and Daryl's hand slides over my stomach as he whispers in my ear, "you're creating life, Maggie and it's a beautiful thing."
I want to tell them that this is a beautiful thing. The way they've made me feel. The way they are together. As I fall asleep, surrounded by the triplets, another little piece of my heart wonders if this could be real.
18
The boys all shower and leave for college early, and I decide to wait until they’re gone before I get up to deal with the frankly disgusting state that I’m in.
Sleeping between them had been amazing. They took it in turns to hold me close, their big bodies so warm that I had to push the comforter down. And the nuzzling was something else. I didn’t even know it was a thing that people did, but they all liked burying their faces in my hair and inhaling, using their noses to caress the sensitive parts of my neck and around my ear. Dwayne even had a thing about licking me like he was some kind of big cat, washing his mate.
They were possessive in the best possible way.
Possessive yet totally cool. There was no jealousy or complaints about who slept where and who got more cuddle time with me. When morning came, they each kissed me goodbye in turn, and I couldn’t help smiling as they rumbled down the hallway, slapping each other on the back and starting with their brotherly banter.