Page 21 of Battle King (Princes of Devil's Creek 4)

Damian pulled down Bastian’s boxer briefs, stroking his cock in the perfect rhythm. They knew each other’s bodies as well as mine.

He ripped off Bastian’s boxers and pinned him to the mattress. Damian turned his head to look at me as he dragged his tongue up Bastian’s shaft. A sexy noise escaped Bastian’s throat. His eyes snapped shut, and his hand fell to the back of Damian’s head, encouraging him to suck him into his mouth.

Bastian looked as if he were ready to come when he beckoned me with his index finger. “Come here, Cherry.”

I inched closer to them.

He patted his chest. “Get on top of me.” He licked his lips when his eyes drifted lower, right between my legs. “I wanna taste you.”

I was too big to sit on either of them, but they always insisted I weighed nothing. And I loved them even more for making me not feel any different. Like I hadn’t gained fifty pounds of baby weight.

I climbed onto Bastian, keeping my gaze on Damian. He lifted his head to stare at me, taking more of Bastian into his mouth.

When I leaned forward and put my palms on Bastian’s chest, Damian squeezed my breast. My boobs were massive, twice the normal size. Like every other part of my body, they were sore. But I ignored all the aches and pains and focused on my guys.

Bastian licked me from front to back before driving his tongue inside me, eating me like I was his meal. He gripped my ass, his long fingers etching into my skin. Chills spread down my arms and legs, all the way to my toes.

“Bash,” I whimpered. “I’m so close.”

Damian gripped my wrist and moved my hand to Bastian’s shaft as he continued to drive him wild with his mouth. Our eyes met with each stroke. If my belly weren’t taking up so much room, I would have bent forward and helped him. But we had a good rhythm, something we had perfected.

Bastian squeezed my ass, making me come so hard I could hardly catch my breath. Panting, I stared into the haunting green eyes of my handsome prince.

“I want to watch you fuck my husband.”

Damian swiped his thumb across his bottom lip with a wild look. Then he tipped his head at the nightstand. I knew what he wanted without words and slid off Bastian.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer and handed it to Damian. He stripped off his black boxer briefs, his hard cock aimed at me. Giving himself a few strokes, he rubbed the gel on his skin before plunging his wet finger into Bastian’s ass.

“Fuck, D,” Bastian grunted, fingers gripping the sheets. His eyes closed for a moment, breathing harder.

For a long time, Bastian denied Damian. It took him at least six months after the first time they fucked for him to let Damian be on top.

“Sit on Bash’s face, Pet. I want to look at you while I fuck your husband.”

I rubbed my hand over my belly. There was something about me being pregnant that got Damian even hotter. He loved seeing me with their children inside me.

They all did.

But it seemed like Damian had a strange obsession. Not much of a surprise, though. Damian had many addictions, and I was one of them.

Bastian pulled me onto his chest. After he got me in the perfect position, he spread my cheeks and licked me. And then, the three of us worked in unison. Damian and I took turns stroking Bastian’s cock as Damian fucked him.

My sexy devil’s eyelids fluttered, digging his teeth into those blood-red lips. When his eyes met mine, he fucked Bastian even harder. I was so wet my cum dripped onto Bastian’s chin.

Bastian lifted me and said, “D, switch places.”

We’d done this enough times that we knew the drill. So the second Damian pulled out, Bastian had me on my back, thrusting his big dick into me.

“I have to cum inside you,” he grunted, his lips brushing mine. “Fuck, Cherry. You feel good.” His fingers burrowed into my hips as he fucked me like a savage. “You’re dripping for us.”

Damian entered him from behind. And I knew the exact moment because Bastian closed his eyes and groaned, though his pace didn’t falter.

“She’s always soaked for us.” He bit Bastian’s earlobe. “Our queen is a bad girl.”

“Yeah, she is,” Bastian grunted. “Fuck.” His eyes closed. “Harder, D.”

That wasn’t a word I would use lightly with Damian. He didn’t just get harder, he also got rougher. Damian wrapped his hand around Bastian’s throat and spanked him with the other hand.

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