Page 24 of Bred Winner

I pull off my shirt and loosen my joggers as I approach the mattress on the other side. Coen is running his hands all over her, kissing her roughly, as Tristan feasts on her pussy, making her writhe and moan underneath them.

When Coen lets her have air, she locks glassy eyes with me. “Come to me, Oakley. I need you, too.”

Crawling onto the bed beside her, I tap Coen on the shoulder and tilt my head, silently telling him to feed her his cock. I want to be deep in her wet heat when I come and nowhere else. Kissing her gently, I whisper against her lips, “I love you, bird.”

“I love you, too.” She runs her fingers over my chest, down my stomach, and into my pants, wrapping her hand around my throbbing cock.

I hiss, close my eyes, and give myself a minute to feel and enjoy her. Rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, she arches her back and pushes her breast into my hands as her grip tightens around me. Her voice is muffled, mouth full with Coen’s cock, as Tristan gives her the first of many orgasms we’ll give her tonight.

Opening my eyes, I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, feeling a tap on my shoulder.

Tristan wipes his mouth and sits back, throwing me a raised brow. “Make love to our woman, Oak. You should be first.”

Is this honorific because I opened my big mouth and, luckily, we’re here now? Probably. Regardless, I’m not going to question it. I change places with Tristan, kissing Alora’s thigh before sliding into her gushing, hot pussy. She is so wet, my balls tighten immediately. There’s something sexy and powerful about seeing my best friends pleasuring our woman. I wasn’t sure how this would work, but now I see that as long as Alora is the center of attention and out of her mind in ecstasy, this is erotic and tantalizing for us all.

Tristan slides his fingertip over her clit, less than an inch away from my cock. If he’s concerned about inadvertently touching me, he doesn’t show it. He really is the most hedonistic of all of us and perfectly suited to orchestrate our movements this first time. He lowers his mouth to Alora’s ear as she strokes him. “Hey, babe? Have you ever done anal?”

10

ALORA

I’m naked with my three best friends, men that I love, and I feel like a queen.

Sensations overload me. Coen’s cock in my mouth. Tristan’s mouth—first between my legs and now on my neck, his fingers exploring everything. Oakley driving into me, rubbing against my g-spot with insistence. My entire body hums with pleasure, and I can’t imagine giving this up.

When I left the house, asking for a couple of days to think, I was intent on reevaluating my life plan and envisioning it with the three of them. But the sinking feeling in my belly told me that if I took two days, there’d be nothing to come back to. Not to mention what I was doing to their friendship. The tears started falling before I got to the first stop sign, and I had no choice but to turn back.

As soon as I walked into the house, I knew I had made the right decision. I belong with them. I always have. And I don’t care if a life with them doesn’t fit the plan I’ve had in my head since I was eight years old. A life with them is the only thing that makes sense.

Tristan slides his fingertip over my clit, his mouth next to my ear. “Hey babe? Have you ever done anal?”

Coen pops himself free from my lips so I can answer. “No, not yet.”

“Is that something you want to try?” Tristan murmurs.

“Tonight?” I moan, glancing down at Oakley as he hooks my knee and spreads me wider, pushing deeper inside to stroke my g-spot. Between his smooth, insistent strokes and Tristan’s clever fingers, I’m close to orgasm again.

Tristan chuckles and kisses my neck. “Not tonight, babe, but maybe on one of our practice nights when we’re not trying to impregnate you.”

Anal. The one fantasy I didn’t admit to Coen when he asked. I’ve always felt a desire to be way more adventurous in my sexuality, but my plan didn’t allow for it. Or at least, I didn’t think it allowed for it.

“Are you going to come for me?” Oakley smiles down at me.

“Are you going to come for me?” I sass back.

“As soon as you do.”

I arch my back, grabbing and stroking Coen’s cock with one hand, Tristan’s with my other, as my climax takes over. As soon as my walls squeeze down on Oakley, his dick pulses as he throws his head back and grunts with his release.

“That’s it, babe. Milk him for every drop.” Tristan cups my head and feeds me his dick as Coen and Oakley trade places. Their movements are so fluid, it’s like a ballet they’d been practicing their whole lives.

Coen lifts and places me on all fours, smacking my ass once it is in the air. Tristan doesn’t let my mouth stay empty for a second, moving over a few inches and slipping back between my lips. Oakley lies on the bed underneath me and sucks my nipples into his mouth. He’s gentle, staying connected to me, demanding none of my attention.

Coen spreads my cheeks and pushes in, causing my eyes to flutter shut. Then he does something new, foreign, but oh-so-good by rubbing his thumb on my asshole. “You didn’t mention anal the other night, sweetness. We’re going to love being your first.”

I think back just a few days ago, how proud he was of making me squirt for the first time, so I can only imagine how excited the idea has him right now. I know they will wait because the goal is to pump me full of as much cum as possible until I’m pregnant, but I also know my guys are going to work to make me orgasm every time.

I’m just not sure I can go so many times in a row.

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