went, for what seemed like hours.
Beauty, seemed as if she were drowning in the erotic sensations my cock provided and riveted by the threesome. My own fires grew. My muscles clenched, fighting for control every time the walls of her pussy contracted. Each thrust slow and deep. I kept my pace steady and my feet planted as I pushed in and out. I leaned back, trying to see her ring open and close around my piercings, but it was too dark. “Tell me where you want me to come, my love. Do you want it in your ass?” I surged forward. “In that tight pussy, or all over you back?” My thumb and forefinger pinched her clit until she responded.
“Come in my ass. I want to feel it leak out tomorrow.” She panted, yet her words were firm. My kinky bitch. That’s all the confirmation I needed to hear. My mind was consumed with passion and the emotion evoked by her words. But I held on…
Ender’s tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, and Jake came up on one knee, looking for a different angle. They fought for as long as they could. Battled, a sensual war. Both of them moaning at the same time. They felt it…she was squeezing…choking their cocks. She lost control, and now her body controlled her—them. The bed shook nosily and banged against the wall. Jake’s roar was deafening, his back arched and his hip pistoned into her, releasing his orgasm deep inside her. Ender grabbed her throat, surging upward, her pussy slapping him. One…two…three, and he released a joyous sob of pleasure. Jesus fuck. Jake reached over her back, pulling her ties free. Her hands fell, landing at her sides like dead weight, the three of them still bucking until they lay breathless on the bed in a heap of twisted limbs.
I reached up and palmed Beauty’s shoulder, shifting my angel so she was almost bouncing off my cock. Each thrust slapped her cheeks until I released one of my biggest loads into her fine ass.
“Fuck, I’m paralyzed and don’t want to move,” I said, feeling winded.
“Well, I can’t feel my fucking legs, rock star…so you’ll be carrying me home.” She shook. “And you owe me five orgasms…so there’s that, too.”
I pulled out of her, looking at the pretty picture before me. Absolutely, hands down, one of the best nights of my life. “With pleasure, my beauty…”
The temperature dropped; it was dark and pouring rain. A dismal morning after the beautiful day before. But there was also a storm brewing in my body. I felt weak and my body was heavy. I tried to move, but something restrained me. I tried to force my eyelids open but to no avail—they wouldn’t even crack. Your body’s exhausted, I thought. It was then that I felt my first back pains and the lingering discomfort that crawled around into my weighted abdomen.
My arm reached out across the bed only to find it empty. Ugh. Of all mornings for him to be up and out, leaving me alone. My heart started to race with worry and anticipation as I lay there, unable to move. I’d just started my thirty-sixth week, and I hoped I’d have this baby two weeks from now. But, thinking on it…I’ve had Braxton hicks for the last few weeks that I’ve ignored. I reached blindly across the nightstand for my cell phone. The slightest movement took the greatest effort, and I didn’t want to aggravate the situation by trying to get up and find him myself.
The pain increased, causing my eyes to pop open, and I started slowly rubbing my stomach. With my thumb, I scrolled through my favorites, hitting Abel’s number.
He answered on the first ring. “Morning, Beauty, I was just thinking about you…about last night.”
Last night was hot, and as promised, Abel gave me five orgasms. But despite only being a few hours ago, it felt like a lifetime. Another sharp pain came and my stomach hardened.
“You there?”
“I think it’s time.” My voice broke into a sob. I blew out a long, calming breath, but the tears came. This was my first child and I hadn’t a clue if this was the real start of labor or not. The phone disconnected before I said another word, and I prayed like hell it wasn’t a dropped call. The phone dropped out of my hand before I could make the next phone call—my obstetrician.
The sound of feet echoed through the hallway and the