Page 45 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

What is she doing to us?

Whatever it is, Aiden can’t resist. He throws his head back, clutches her thighs, and empties his balls so hard he nearly collapses. I rush to his side and catch him, my arms tight around his bellowing and sweaty chest.

He turns, rubbing up against me, his mouth seeking mine.

We kiss, our cocks colliding—mine steely and leaking, his still pulsing with the residual aftershocks of his climax.

Carter reaches over and fists Aiden’s dick. He wipes it off on my cock so that it’s clean and my shaft glistens.

“Not a drop wasted,” he repeats.

Our beauty seems pretty full already, cream bulging from her pussy with every pulse of her lingering orgasm.

To make sure it stays where we want it, I set Aiden loose. He leans up against the exam table, half-covering Poppy with his chest as he kisses her lips then down her jaw and to her neck while he recovers.

Before I fully realize it, my cock is already notched in her opening.

“You can take him.” Carter is coaching her while she catches her breath. “One more time, Poppy. You’ve got one more in you. I know you do.”

“Ohhhhh.” She doesn’t argue when I plunge balls-deep in a single thrust.

Then I’m gone. Screwing like a teenager in the backseat of a car. Fast. Ungraceful. Full of pure adrenaline and exhilaration.

Fucking her feels like the first time all over again because I’ve never experienced something this intense. This right. Unless it was with Carter and Aiden.

This is next-level.

Thank fuck they’re there. Bringing Poppy along as I’m overwhelmed by lust and…something stronger even than that base instinct.

Suddenly, I want nothing more than to give Aiden the baby he so desperately wants.

Especially if it means we could be the family he’s envisioning.

Carter, Aiden, me, a kid…and Poppy.

“Oh shit. I’m gonna?—”

“Do it.” Carter reaches around to squeeze my balls, and I’m a goner.

I erupt inside Poppy, pumping hot streams along her pulsing tissue.

She’s coming with me, thanks to whatever Aiden is doing with his tongue on her clit. My abs smack his face over and over as I ride the wave of rapture until I’m completely empty.

“Get out so I can raise this up.” Carter swats at me until I pull back with a curse.

He jacks up the foot of the table and lowers the head so that Poppy is at an incline while she floats in a daze of satisfaction.

Even still, a trickle leaks from her cunt and pools on the wax paper that’s now creased beneath her perfect ass.

Carter rummages through the instruments in one of the metal trays until he holds up something that looks like a turkey baster.

“What are you going to do with that?” My eyes bug out when he whips around and uses it to suck up the opalescent fluid we’ve left behind.

Poppy moans when he inserts the tip of the baster into her and inseminates her with every last drop we had to offer.

“Nothing left unused.” Carter puts his hand over her mound, keeping it all inside. “Every chance taken. We’ve given it our best shot.”

The sight of Poppy, absolutely wrecked, decorated with our pleasure, dripping come from between her legs, which are sagging in the stirrups, is enough to make my dick twitch even after all that.

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