Page 26 of Pucked and Pregnant

A few moments later, I’m pressing my ass harder against him, begging for more.

He takes my very obvious hint and fucks me harder.

“There’s my good girl,” Connor praises. “As soon as he comes inside that tight little ass, I’m going to bury my dick in your pussy and fuck you until you scream.”

“And Aiden?” I gasp.

“He’s spent this whole time doing nothing but pleasing you. I think it’s only fair he gets to fuck your mouth, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please. I want it. I need to feel…” My stomach muscles tighten. “Oh fuck, I’m so damn close.”

Dimitri reaches around and tweaks my nipple at the same time Aiden hums around my clit.

My body tenses, my breath coming in frantic little gasps as the orgasm storms through with a passionate violence that drags Dimitri right along with me.

I scream with pleasure at the feel of his seed spilling inside me.

I don’t register that both Dimitri and Aiden have moved before Connor makes good on his promise to bury his cock into my dripping pussy.

“Fuck, angel. You’re so wet.”

When we hit a rhythm that makes my toes curl, my arms shaking from holding myself upright, Aiden comes back and kneels on the mattress in front of me.

“Are you?—”

His words devolve into a moan as I wrap my lips around his dick.

I fuck him with my mouth with the same intensity and fervor that Connor is fucking my pussy.

We’re a mess of moans and the sounds of skin hitting skin.

At this point, I don’t know where I start and they end.

When we come, we come together, and I don’t know whose pleasure I’m experiencing more, theirs or mine.

We collapse on the bed in a heap, our breathing ragged, and the last thing I remember thinking before sleep claims me is,I know I’ll never be satisfied by doing this just one time.

8

LIV

It’s not the light coming through the window that wakes me but rather the warmth from the three furnaces in my bed.

I’ll never need an electric blanket again.

I might even need to invest in some cooling sheets, because the next time we do this, I don’t want to wake up feeling like I’m in an inferno.

No. There will be no new sheets. There will be no next time.

We all agreed that last night was just a way for us to get it out of our systems so we can act normal around each other, and more importantly, act normal around Max.

It will be bad enough trying to maintain something casual with any random guy I might meet while living under the same roof as my brother. Trying to maintain a casual relationship with my brother’s best friends who I’ve just slept with—again—will be impossible.

No matter how hard it is, or how much I want to feel their touch again, it cannot happen.

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