“Caleb,” Noah growls. “You best be ready to come because I’m getting ready to fill you the fuck up.”
Jessica’s tight cunt continues to strangle my cock.
Noah turns savage with his thrusts. His fingers a brand against my hips as he curses out, his cock so deep, so thick. I know the moment he’s about to come as he jerks inside me, hitting my prostate. I am right there with him as I explode, coating Jessica’s walls white with my cum.
My orgasm is relentless as my dick continues to pulse and spasm, filling her up with my seed.
“Per-fucking-fection,” Noah says as he pulls out, the last of his cum coating my lower back.
Chapter Forty-Two
JESSICA
We’re all breathing heavily, a sweaty mass of limbs as we all lay on the bed. I’m honestly not sure how much more my body can take, and I’m seriously beginning to wonder if anyone has ever died from pleasure before, because at this rate it’s a huge possibility.
These men are literally taking things to another level entirely. It’s as though us getting married has released something profound, making them even more insatiable than ever.
I’m in no way complaining, and the thought of them both taking my pussy together has my core pulsing.
I used to worry I wouldn’t be able to keep up with them. They have such healthy sexual appetites. But I need not have worried, they never make me feel like I’m not enough or that I don’t belong. And I’ve never felt like a spare wheel, watching them makes my body pulse and my core flutter in expectation as they pleasure one another.
What I did to Caleb, finger-fucking his arse, has my cheeks growing hotter by the second. He notices, wiping my hair off my forehead as he somehow still manages to hold his weight off me.
“What has you blushing like that, little temptress?” he asks, resting on his elbow as he stares down at me, his thick eyelashes sweeping down as he gazes over my flushed face.
I chew on my lip before letting out a breath. He prides himself on honesty and transparency, so I go with the truth.
“That you let me do that… with my fingers earlier,” I reply, my gaze sweeping over his face. He’s so beautiful it hurts.
He gives me his signature smirk, his eyebrow raised. “Why would I not?” he questions, his thumb brushing down my face and over my clavicle. “My body is yours—yours and Noah’s. There’s not many hard limits I have where the two if you are concerned,” he admits.
“Hard limits?” I frown.
“Yeah. For example, I will never share either of you with anyone else,” he says in response.
“Well, no, of course not,” I reply, the notion absolutely absurd.
Noah lies on my other side, stroking smoothing circles over my thigh.
“That’s a given,” he says, his eyes moving from Caleb to me. “It’s not really occurred to me that you might like to dabble in anal play with either of us.”
A small aftershock pulses through my core; these men make me positively insatiable.
“I’m happy to explore it more,” I reply, my gaze flicking between my husbands. The thought has my lips lifting into the biggest smile. “We’re married,” I say, still on cloud nine. “The three of us are actually married.”
Noah’s smile mirrors mine. “Indeed, we are, sweet girl.”
“You both complete me,” Caleb says. “Thank you, thank you for being mine.”
He lowers his face to mine and seals his words with a tender kiss to my lips before pulling back and leaning over me to Noahand kissing him in kind, the sight so reverent I could actually cry.
When they part, Noah leans down and kisses me softly.
I groan as I squeeze my thighs together, sticky and wet with Caleb’s cum. Our bedding must be saturated. He pulls back, smiling down at me as Caleb says, “Stay there.” And he climbs off the bed.
Noah’s fingers skim over my bare flesh as he continues to stare down at me, resting his chin in his palm.
“I love this look on you,” he says. “When your skin is flushed by the marks of our lovemaking and your cunt is overflowing with our cum.”
