Page 73 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

“You heard her!” I bark at Ambrose. “Up on the bed!”

Jolene must have imagined this all in advance. She choreographs us effortlessly so that she is lying diagonally in the middle of the bed. She nudges Ambrose behind her and spreads her legs, draping her left leg over his so that his cock pokes out between them.

With her hands on my hips, she nudges me over her, repositioning me so that my cock is just in front of her smiling, moist lips.

“This is just perfect,” she sighs.

I catch Ambrose’s eye over her shoulder as he begins to thrust gently between her hips, just toying with her wet pussy. He gives me a lopsided grin, the kind of openly joyful expression I have rarely seen from him in the last year.

“Closer, baby,” she instructs me, pulling my hips toward her face.

I still try to arch my back a little bit. I don’t want to lose sight of her sweet mouth as it wraps around my meat. The visuals are half the fun. Her nostrils flare and her eyes go half-closed as she swirls her tongue over the head of my cock. At the same time, Ambrose lifts her knee to open her pussy even wider so he can get that grotesquely fat dick in there.

As soon as he enters her, she moans around my cock. The vibrations go right to my balls and set them clanging.

The sensation is overwhelming. She sucks and slurps at my dick while Ambrose fucks her from behind. Every moan she makes goes right through my body. In just moments, we have achieved a rhythm. Our choreography works together so that there is just the perfect amount of pressure and thrust on all of us at the same time.

Through half-closed eyes, I see Ambrose reach around to play with her swollen little clit. It won’t be long now.

I could feel it coming.

I won’t have to hold back.

Her fingers dig into my hips as she draws my cock even further down her throat. She’s taking it all. I can feel the suction on the tip when I push past her tonsils. It’s so good I’m going to—

—ohhhhhhhhhhhh!

AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!

Everything explodes out of me. Everything is hot and salty, as I thrust right down her tight, narrow throat. She sucks down every last bit, even slurping up the bits that overflow from her cheeks.

And then she clamps down.

Her fingers digging into my hips, she shudders and spasms. She’s rigid.

She’s coming.

A brand-new wave of orgasm punches me right in the face as her throat swallows convulsively around the head of my cock. I’ve never felt anything like it, and suddenly I’m coming again. It’s a miracle. I have so much more.

Bliss is like a warm, syrupy see of dark-colored beer. I feel like it fills the room, just leaving us enough exposed that we can breathe. It’s good. So good.

Chapter 31

JOLENE

Like I said, the island is not tremendously different. Except in the ways that it is so, so different.

Milk comes in boxes? Why? That’s weird. The refrigerator is full of it. And then so are the cabinets! Milk in cabinets!

Like, not refrigerated!

Actually, I guess the other forty-nine states in the United States could be the same way and I wouldn’t know. But it does seem kind of foreign to me how much they keep their beverages warm.

Pretty quickly, we get back to our regular schedule. The boys get up and go to work, after maybe a morning quickie. Maybe a double shower while somebody else keeps watch. Maybe one of them fucks me with a vibrator real quick.

Did I mention that? They’re so good with it. It’s such a treat.

They get off to work, building that other house, and I wake up the kids at their individual times, get them breakfasted, get them interested in the day.

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