Page 9 of Deadliest Throne

My eyes flutter shut, and I clench around Taylor, making him growl as Travis adjusts himself, pushing his cock slowly inside me.

“I know you want rough,” Travis murmurs against my breast, my nipple pebbling at the cool air as he moves to the next. “But, the fact is, you're still pregnant with our baby. We hear you, we see you. But we will not put you in danger. Ever. So, we will fuck you. But we do it on our terms without putting Baby Bird at risk, okay?”

And now I’m crying. Fucking hell. Why do they have to be so damn fucking perfect?

I’m going to say these are tears of frustration at the fact no one is fucking me yet.

“Yes.” I nod, tangling my hand in his hair as he plays with my other breast.

Both Travis and Taylor adjust me so that they have some room to move.

The two of them work me over slowly, but fuck, it feels amazing. Together they work their cocks in and out. One thrusts in as the other pulls out. Like a well-oiled cock machine.

The sounds that leave my mouth aren’t human as they send my body to new heights.

I’m sobbing, crying, begging for release by the time they start to pick up the pace.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” Taylor growls. “I need to fucking cum.”

“Then cum,” Travis grunts as he thrust inside me deeply.

“I’m not used to this. I need harder,” Taylor grunts.

“Then fuck me harder,” I grind out. “You’re not going to hit the baby from inside my ass.”

Travis chuckles, sounding out of breath. “Stop. Don’t encourage him.”

“I just wanna be fucked,” I sob. “You're not going to hurt me.”

Travis looks at Taylor and sighs before nodding. Together, somehow in this cramped space, they manage to stand with me still between them, cocks still inside me and change positions. I straddle Travis as Taylor stands behind me. He grips my ass and starts pounding into me.

My head falls forward, pressing against Travis's. "Fucking hell. Yes. Fuck. Your ass feels so fucking good, baby." The sound of his hips slapping against my ass fills the space.

“You're doing so good, Dove. Taking our cocks so well.” Travis brings his thumb to my clit, and I whimper, my belly cramping with the overwhelming need to cum.

"I'm so close," I pant out. Taylor's movements have him pretty much moving me on Travis's cock. Travis grips my hips, trying to move me in rhythm with Taylor, but Taylor is long gone. The sounds that are leaving him are purely feral. I'm just along for the ride at this point.

“Fuck, fucking hell, fuck!” Taylor roars, his fingers digging into my shoulder as the other one tightens in my hair painfully. His cock jerks inside me, flooding me with the warmth of his cum deep inside my ass.

“That's it,” he growls, still fucking me. “Take my cock. Take my fucking cum like the slut you are.”

His words mixed with Travis’ cock and fingers working my clit cause me to break. “Oh fuck,” I cry out, my body clamping around the both of them. This orgasm is smaller, my body too tired to handle anymore. But it’s just as amazing as wave after wave of pleasure takes over me.

My climax triggers Travis’, he curses and grunts. His grip on my hips tightens, but not enough to hurt as he empties himself inside me, rope after rope filling me up.

“Hate to break this up,” Hunter’s voice pops the love haze. “But we’ve tried everything. Andrew won’t stop crying. Quinton is freaking out. He won’t settle for me, and Link is gone to the warehouse for work. I think he wants his mama. I really did try to wait until you three were done. Although, I wish I could have watched,” he mutters

“Fuck,” Taylor curses. He pulls out of my ass, a gush of his cum leaving with him.

Me? I burst out laughing. Deep belly laughs. I laugh so hard that I can’t breathe.

“Ah, Little Mouse, you good in there?”

I look at Travis, finding him grinning at me. He reaches up, brushing the hair out of my face and leans up to kiss my forehead with a chuckle of his own.

“Me?” I gasp. “Oh yeah, fine. Just fine.”

“I love you,” Travis tells me.

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