Page 32 of Rolling with My Bosses

I gather her hair in my hand, then angle her head up so I can lean down and kiss her. Her lips are soft and her gasps keep breaking our kiss.

“Come for him, Lexi.”

“Do my daddies like watching each other?” she gets out between breaths.

“I like watching how you respond to him.”

“Stroke yourself, Daddy.”

“Fuck, Kitten.” I tighten my grip on her hair, return my mouth to hers, and stroke myself. She can’t see, but my moans against her mouth let her know.

Bear shrugs his clothes off, steps beside John, and fists his cock too.

I pull my lips from hers. “Look down at John while you come on his face, Kitten.”

She glances at my fist pumping along my shaft and I move closer so she can lick the pre-cum, then I angle her head to John. He’s looking up while going to town.

Her breaths grow erratic, her body twitches, and her hands move from gripping the blanket she’s sitting on to his hair. Her hips buck and she tries to say something, but Bear catches myeye, grins, and steps closer to her, letting his pre-cum drip onto her thigh.

She falls apart, her sweet pleasure dragging me dangerously close to climax. I pause, step beside John, then let her watch me stroke while he draws a long full orgasm from her.

I steady my resolve so I don’t blow my load yet. I want to be the first one to coat her with my seed when we find out she’s pregnant.

John and Bear switch places and Bear opts to use his mouth. Maybe there’s a thought lingering in each of our brains that if by some chance she’s not pregnant, we’ll have a load ready to go.

Lexi wraps her arm around my thigh. “I love learning how you stroke yourself, Daddy.”

“It’s nothing compared to having any part of you do it, Kitten.”

She comes apart a second time, and I glance at the timer, confirming one minute left.

I prepare for the moment by easing her onto the floor, onto her knees, and lean her forward against the end table. “Keep an eye on that test stick.”

I slide my cock into her, pumping slowly, waiting for the alarm. When John’s phone finally buzzes, the need to release almost gets the best of me. I fortify myself. “Read it to us, Kitten. Give us the best news we’ve ever heard.”

She lifts the edge of the tissue as I grip both of her hips, thrusting harder, my release imminent. Growls work their way through my chest, making me worry I won’t hear her.

But over my groans and the wet sounds of my cock moving in and out of her, she adds the sweetest words, “Daddies, I’m pregnant.”

I blow my load, coating her with my seed. Rope after rope of cum shoots from me. She’s full, dripping, and I keep giving her more. My chest swells with pride that we’ve made her ours in themost intimate way. She’s bound to us forever through the beauty of a child.

Epilogue

Lexi

Bear asks, “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m stuffed.” I sit back and rub my belly. There’s hardly any room left for food, and I loved the spinach pinwheels he made for me for lunch. The cooking classes have paid off. He clears my plate, rinses it, and sticks it in the dishwasher.

Austin comes into the dining room and slides a smallish piece of paper across the table. I read it and laugh. He must have designed it on the computer, making it resemble a dollar bill, except that it contains a message: Good for one free FUCK

Underneath the message, he makes a decent acronym: Fill U with Cock, Kitten

“I’ve been watching the calendar. Today’s the day the doctor cleared you to go into labor.” He puts his hand on mine, which is still on the swell of my belly.

“I can’t believe we could meet our little girl any day now.” My heart is full of excitement and worry. The four of us aren’t a traditional home, but what we lack there, we make up for in love. And we have the good fortune of lots of friends in similar relationships. Angel, Cheri, Beatrix, Avery…we’re all hooked up with the guys’ motorcycle club and live in Eggplant County, which has turned into the epicenter of ménage and reverse harem relationships.

Bear comes back from the kitchen. “Any day now. I’ve got the house in order, but man, I don’t know how housewives do it. Living in the middle of the forest, a lot of dust gets in. I didn’t care when it was just the three of us, but I’ve gotta take care of my Baby Girl.”

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