Page 68 of Free Fall

“I’m about to fill your ass up, Zel,” he told me. “You’re going to keep it in there all night. Can you do that? Can you hold your master’s cum inside you? The thought makes me even harder.”

“Yes!” I cried, with no thoughts in my head. I’d agree to any fucking thing he wanted.

“Next time it will be going in your pussy again, we’ll breed your belly again, fill you up with spunk and fertilize you. And I’m not missing any of it.” His words punctured with deep thrusts of his hips, puffs of breaths. “I want to suck milk from your tits again, drown in your delicious fluid. I never stopped thinking about it. I jacked off to the taste of your milk every. Fucking. Night.” His last words strained, then he came with a shout, his shaft pulsing inside me, flooding my ass with hot spurts of cum. I could feel the convulsions of his cock as he released, the sense of fullness there strange, but not unwanted.

He pulled out after a minute of calming down, of slowing heart rates, and straightened up. My legs buckled, my body slumping onto the bed with a sigh. I was only jelly, no more bones.

“Ah, naughty puppet,” Luca said, swiping his touch through my ass crack. “Some leaked out.” His fingers came to my lips, pressed against them. “Suck them clean.”

I did, letting his fingers slip between my lips and rolling my tongue lazily around them, cleaning each one of each drop of cum.

“Hold it,” he demanded, though I already had. I knew how this went for him. Wasn’t something easy to forget. He took out his fingers and kissed me, licking his tongue into my mouth to chase the salty cum resting on my taste buds. I had nothing left to give him, no energy or words to spill.

Still, he scooped me up, his legs steady. “Anyone home yet?” he asked, and I only shrugged. “Ah well, if they happen to be in the hall, they might catch sight of my bare ass.”

He took me to the bathroom and held me upright in the warm shower, washing my body while I tried to keep my tender asshole clenched. It was no use, though. Spunk spilled down my thighs with every movement I made. He said nothing, only washed it away. He was gentle, but utilitarian, cleaning me in thorough, quick swipes, soaping me up everywhere and rinsing down the drain. It reminded me of the time in Hawaii, one of the first times I’d felt even a lick of romance, of warmth, from him.

Him taking care of me in the shower warmed my heart, had me relaxing into sleep. He sat me on the toilet and demanded I piss, before scooping me up again, muttering about UTIs. I was too sleepy to mind, letting him have at it as he carried me back to the room. I didn’t remember landing on my bed or falling asleep, and I didn’t remember a naked Luca climbing in after me.

My first realization that he’d stayed tucked up against me, spooning me with his big arms wrapped around my waist, his head buried into my hair, was when a little body dove between us.

A shrieking almost three-year-old waking us from our snuggled sleep was akin to torture. And Avery, grinning from the door, finished me off. I groaned at the sharp wriggling limbs of my child and glared at Avery.

He had the decency to look somewhat sheepish. Mostly devious.

Thirty Seven

Luca

Ittookmeafew seconds to wake up and realize where I was. Though I had no intention of ever leaving her side again, I was still surprised she let me stay. She’d been so gone after I fucked her ass that I don’t think she could have coherently told me to fuck off, though. But even so, sharing a bed was something we hadn’t managed before, apart from once, and I never wanted to wake up alone again.

The wriggling toddler between us tried to wrestle his way under the sheets, squirming and using all his limbs with little bickering chirps of noise. But his mother held the fabric firm under her armpits, squeezing her arms to her sides and fighting with his dogged attempts.

“Let me under!” Leo shouted, but when she tickled him, he fell into a pile of giggles, forgetting his mission. I scooped the kid up and bounced him in the air.

“I can’t even remember if I have clothes on under here,” Zelda blurted to the room, making me laugh out loud. She had nothing on. Not a stitch. I’d planned to wake her up with a good, slow fuck, or get her started with my tongue before she roused, but this little devil in my arms had defied that.

A dribble of saliva fell from his mouth as he shouted out in joy, landing with a splat on the pillow by my head. Shit, toddlers were messy fuckers. I had flashbacks of the twins, how chaotic and filthy life was there for a few years. One didn’t feel enough — chaos reigned, and it was a beautiful thing. Back when our family of four was on solid ground.

Avery stood in the doorway watching, his expression wavering between embarrassment and laughter. It was clear the trio of friends were as close as it was possible to be without sex coming into it. Avery was comfortable swanning into Zelda’s room unannounced. They shared everything from the toothpaste in the bathroom to their deepest secrets. And it looked like his opinion on me was shifting, though I didn’t know why.

“I can’t even be sorry,” Avery said with a shrug. “The door was open when little man bounced past. He saw you in here and was too damn slippery.” He tipped his head to me when our eyes met, but Leo broke the stare when he squirmed from my grip and landed on my stomach with an elbow and an oof from me.

Zelda was still giggling, her arm thrown over her face. But then Leo rekindled his attempts to get under the sheets and she groaned, grabbing him and giving him a big, enveloping hug. She kissed the top of his head while he laughed and babbled words to her. Their own language.

“We’ll be up in a minute, okay?” Zelda told him, cupping his chubby cheeks and squeezing until his lips poked out. “Give us five.”

He nodded, but looked between Zelda and me, his little eyes curious. “Why he doing in your bed?” he asked.

“Uh,” Zelda said, her eyes full of thought. She gazed at him with warmth as she tried to figure out the words. I rolled to my side to watch them better, soaking every tiny interaction in.

She appeared completely exhausted. Her hair unbrushed after the shower and make up caught under her eyelids. Pillow creases marred her face. But she looked beautiful. My insides shifted at the sight of her. Of Leo and his parents, all piled into a bed. I wanted it all then, to tell him, to love him and live with him, to hear Dad, directed at me, coming out of his mouth. He called Avery by his given name, though it sounded more like ‘Very’, which was something I hadn’t realized I appreciated. I owed the man so much. He still hovered in the doorway, reluctant to get any closer but obviously wanting to help.

Zelda’s eyes caught mine as she floundered, brimming full of emotion. I leaned across the bed and pecked her forehead, wishing I could claim her mouth to tell her what she was doing to me, down to my damned soul. What both of them were doing.

“Aah, kisses!” Leo shrieked. “He kisses!”

Then the boy was on me again, and Zelda sniggered at the sight of small elbows and knees slamming into my stomach. I’d done this before though, with two boys no less, and had tricks up my sleeve.

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