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I moan loud as he sinks his cock inside me, easing his way through my slick channel. He groans, his eyes widening, as he moves deeper and deeper inside.

“Holy fuck. You’re so much tighter than I remember.”

Yeah. Ollie has had the same compliment recently. From what my doula says, it’s normal to tighten up a bit.

“That just means you’ll have to work twice as hard not to come too soon,” I sass as I press my hand against his thigh and ride him. My head spins as I thrust up and down his length.

“Goddamn it, baby,” he groans as he watches me take him.

“Goddamn is right.” I barely have a moment to register Ollie’s voice before he grabs my hair and yanks my head back. I was so lost in Martin that I didn’t even hear him get up or feel him slide up behind me. “Lean forward and let him take over while I take your ass, crazy girl.”

Yes, sir.

A threesome was an item on my bucket list, after all.

I push my hands down on the bed on each side of Martin’s body as he grips onto my thighs, pulling me forward only an inch before thrusting all the way inside me. I cry out as Ollie releases my hair and lathers my ass in lube.

“Look at me,” Martin demands and I open my eyes, a whimper falling from my lips as he sinks his cock inside me again. “Keep your eyes on me, little rabbit. You can take us both.”

Holy shit.

That’s so hot.

Ollie presses two fingers into my ass and it’s a struggle not to close my eyes from how good it is, but I continue to follow Martin’s instructions. Ollie works to coat my insides with the lube as I get closer and closer to my orgasm, tasting the effects as they spread throughout my body.

“I’m so close,” I cry out as Ollie replaces his fingers with the head of his massive cock and grabs my hip. I scream when I feel both of them inside me, moving in a perfect rhythm. Martin kisses and runs his tongue over my tits while Ollie bites my shoulder, grunting with every thrust into my ass.

“Goddamn it. You’re a fucking goddess,” Martin curses under his breath before delivering another hard thrust that makes my head spin and my pussy ache for release.

“Yes, she is. Absolute perfection,” Ollie rasps in my ear as my pussy convulses again and again.

I cry from how incredible it feels to take both of them at the same time.

“Please, make me come,” I beg and Martin angles to hit that sweet spot deep inside me.

I orgasm so hard I swear I lose consciousness for a moment, but when I come to, Martin is holding my body in his arms as he keeps ramming his cock inside me and Ollie is still pounding the shit out of my ass.

I’ve never felt as fulfilled in any part of my life as I do right now and I fear I never will again.

CHAPTER 81

BETH

Isit in the doorway of the cabin with an industrial mask over my face, making sure I don’t inhale the bleach fumes from Judy sanitizing the birthing tub. Technically, it’s an old kiddie pool, but it’s the right size for what we need.

Ollie looked at me like I was the crazy one when I said I didn’t want to have our son at the hospital, but wanted an at-home water birth. It’s supposed to help with pain management, and I didn’t want to have an epidural anyway. This is the best way, and it’s my body. I’m the one who gets the ultimate choice, but Oliver didn’t argue about the home birth. He said as long as thesemen demonis healthy and I don’t lose too much blood, he can’t complain.

I really wish he would use the baby's name instead of his long list of vulgar nicknames. Hell, this is his son, and he behaves half the time like the baby I’m days away from giving birth to isn’t his, except the few times he kisses my stomach and orders Rian to behave before Ollie went to work. That always hits me right in my heart. Who knew the town psychopath had a sweet side? Well, I have since I found out I was expecting, but it had nothing to do with my actual pregnancy.

Judy actually laughed when I put on this damn mask, but that was before I told her about my allergy and what happened the last time I was exposed to bleach fumes. After that, she told me to wait outside. She set up an air purifier to get rid of the fumes as she worked on cleaning the birthing tub.

I press my hand against my stomach as my son kicks my damn bladder for the third time in the last ten minutes. Every day, he picks a different body part to damage. Yesterday it was my fucking spine.

This kid is a pain in the ass, and he isn’t even here yet.

“Would you calm down already?” I grumble.

“He’s not going to listen.” Judy walks around my beach ball body and sits in front of me. She strips off her long-sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants before throwing them into the yard, leaving her in the tank top and shorts she wore under them.

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