My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Katy

A year later …

The plane soared into the sky as the springs squea

ked.

Eek, eek, eek!

Mason's giant cock pushed deep into my pussy doggy style. Beneath me, Nick filled my anus full, stretching the rim. Trent’s thick cock pistoned down my throat. I swallowed and gulped, milking him like mad. There was no question that this was pure bliss.

“Fuck, yeah, Kitty-Kat.” Trent growled down at me and I look up at him, that gorgeous frame upside down and crouched over my head. My men were glorious, all muscled abs, flexing and heaving as we enjoyed ourselves.

Tingles of pleasure ran through me like an electrical current, and I mewled hungrily.

“Sweetheart,” Nick gasped. “Shit, you feel good.”

I flexed my anus in answer, which made Mason cry out.

“Aw crap,” he growled. “Keep that up and it’s gonna be over stat.”

I smiled knowingly because this is how it is with my men. Our loving is constant, continuous, and always fulfilling. And nothing’s changed after a year together. Because pregnant and desperately in love with three men, all I knew was that I wanted them and I wanted us to work.

And it did. In fact, it worked perfectly.

After I came to their hotel room to confront them about our unborn baby, our lives changed. Within days, the tour was officially done and Alpha Prime rented an apartment for our family bordering Central Park.

“This is beautiful,” I gasped, looking at the vast expanse of lawn below. “Are you sure though? And why so many bedrooms? You know we just need one big bed,” I said with a sweet smile.

Mason grinned.

“Sure honey, but only the best will do. With the baby on the way, we want to make sure you, and her, have everything at your disposal.”

I smiled, but my gaze grew worried.

“Are you going back on the road afterwards?” came my quivering voice. “So soon after the birth?”

Something indescribable flashed in their eyes then.

“We’re touring again,” confirmed Nick, his voice harsh and possessive. “But we’re taking you with us. And the baby. We’re a family now, and that’s what matters. We’ll get nannies and whatever else little Luna needs to make it possible.”

Joy filled my soul then. Because what more could a woman ask for? Three adoring men wanted me and my child. Three rock stars took every step to ensure my happiness, providing me with anything my heart desired.

And most of all, they shower me with love. We’ve learned our lesson and now the adoration flows free, bathing us in its glow, letting us bask in confidence knowing that it won’t stop. Because that’s the beauty of being with three men. There’s so much love that it’s impossible to contain, and now our days and nights are filled with happiness.

Plus, there was little Luna, a much-anticipated fifth to our family circle. When she arrived, the little girl had her daddies wrapped around her finger from the first coo.

“She looks just like you,” marveled Trent, gently patting his daughter’s head. “Exactly like you, Kitty Kat.”

I had to laugh at that because that was the love speaking again. In fact, little Luna looked exactly like her fathers with raven hair and bright blue eyes, down to the dimple in her cheek.

And things have worked out. At the moment, Luna was sleeping peacefully in the soundproof bedroom that her daddies had built in the back of the plane. Sweet little Luna had no idea what was going on right next door in the Mile High Club.

Oh, how lucky I am.

And sighing, I flexed once more, making all three men cry out.

“Sweetheart,” panted Nick. “I’m close, so close.”