Page 25 of Dad Bods and Blizzards

Woody captures my lips in a fierce kiss, his hands tangling in my hair. Tubs trails kisses down my neck, his hands exploring, teasing. I love when we’re all together.

Griz’s mouth finds my center, his tongue skilled, his touch gentle yet firm. Woody’s kiss makes it hard to keep from surrendering immediately, but I manage a few breaths to hold off. Tubs’ hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples, drawing out a gasp from deep within me.

The pleasure builds, their touches driving me higher, closer to the edge. Griz knows how to pace me, giving reprieve just before I let go. I’ve learned that the more times he does it, the harder I come.

Tubs replaces his hand with his mouth, sucking on my nipple through my shirt and bra. The warmth of his mouth and the intensity of his suckling drive me wild.

I grip the arms of my chair, my body tensing. Griz takes me to the edge. I brace myself. Then he surprises me by flicking my clit instead of backing off.

My sex tightens, wishing there was a cock to milk as I come undone. My release coats his face. I cry out, my body shaking, my eyes clamping shut as they keep the best promise I’ve ever asked anyone to make.

And as I come down from the high, all three of them are holding me, waiting patiently.

But they’re not done with me yet. And I’m not done with them.

Griz sits back on his heels, his eyes never leaving mine as Woody removes the family photos from my desk. Our little one is down for a nap, which is usually a great time to get work done, but not today.

Tubs cradles me and lifts me effortlessly, planting me on the cool surface of my desk, the shock to my bare bottom sending a shiver up my spine.

“You’re stunning, Princess.” From beside me, Tubs’ hands trail across my thighs, spreading them gently, displaying me to Griz.

Woody rubs my belly from the other side. “This never gets old.”

“Agreed.”

Griz stands between my legs, his fingers hooking my skirt, bunching it over my belly. “You’re ours, Little Lamb. Always.”

I reach for Woody, pulling him closer, my fingers working on his belt. He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring, claiming. Tubs unzips my dress, bumping the other two out of the way so he can get it off of me. Woody gets rid of my bra.

Finally, Woody’s pants hit the floor, and I wrap my hand around his length, stroking, feeling him grow even harder in my grasp.Thatnever gets old.

Tubs’ mouth finds my naked breast, sucking, teasing, savoring me. My fingers tangle in his hair. Griz fists his cock and teases it over my entrance, each pass over my sensitive clit sending shudders through me.

“I need you,” I say. “All of you.”

Griz puts his free hand next to my hips and leans forward, his body towering over mine. He thrusts into me. No more worry about being too much for the innocent little lamb. If anything, I’m the big bad wolf now with my pregnancy hormones making me nearly insatiable.

They manage to keep up.

His girth still manages to stretch me, my body always having to adjust to his size. Tubs captures my mouth, swallowing my moans. Someone’s, probably Woody’s, fingers find my clit, circling, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Griz moves, his thrusts slow and deep. “You feel so good, Little Lamb. So tight, so wet.”

The pleasure builds… their touches, their words driving me higher. Griz stills, a signal that he’s about to come. I appreciate the warning and steady myself by gripping the edge of the desk. He thrusts fast and hard.

My core winds tight for another release.

“Come for us, Princess,” Tubs says.

And I do. I let go, soaking Griz as his warmth fills me. He doesn’t wait long before pulling out since the other two are waiting.

Our combined release streams down my butt, pooling under me.

Tubs’ expression is hardened with need. “My turn, Princess.”

Griz moves aside, but not before planting a firm, possessive kiss on my pussy lips, coating his mouth.

Woody’s hand lingers on my thighs, sliding in to pat my pussy during the transition. I’m too wound up to wonder why. Then he pulls his drenched hand back and strokes himself. The perfect lube.

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