“You want two daddies, don’t you?” Grayson grunts.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moan. “Please!”
“Tell him, Baby Girl,” Grayson urges.
“Please take my ass…”
“Say it, Baby Girl,” Grayson grunts, slamming deeper.
“Please, fuck my ass, Daddy,” I beg.
“Fuck, how can I resist that?” Adam groans.
The thing about loving pain is that things still hurt, but I find pleasure in that. When Adam suddenly and violently grabs my hips and slams into my ass, Grayson grabs me by the throat and cuts off my scream. They both start to pound into me in an alternate pattern, and it hurts. My belly is aching, and I willundoubtedly be sore as hell tomorrow, but it’s worth every brutal stroke. I can tell that Adam used lube, which I am so thankful for.
Adam grabs me by the hair and pulls my head up, and I put my hands on Grayson’s chest for support as Adam takes over, choking me. Only being allowed small bursts of air has my body buzzing. Adam pulls me back more, and it forces me to move my hands. When I do, Grayson abruptly slaps the fuck out of my breast. The burning pain spreads across my chest, but then he does it to the other side. I sit up more, pushing my breasts out, but he is hitting something inside of me at this angle that has my eyes rolling back. When he twists my nipples, my body starts to tremble. Adam tightens his grip until I cannot breathe, and they pound into me harder and faster. A pressure that I’ve never felt before rapidly grows in my belly, and it’s almost like I have to pee. When Adam releases my throat and I suck in a breath of air, the rush of oxygen to my brain sends me spiraling into an orgasm so intense that my body tenses and warmth floods out of me, soaking us and the bed. Adam and Grayson fall with me, and I can feel it as their cocks pulse inside of me, filling me with come.
By the time they move me down to lie, I am shaking so badly that I am nearly convulsing. I can’t make it stop. They quickly clean me and the bed before Grayson lays me on my side so he can pull me to his chest. Adam is close behind me with his arms hugging me back against his chest. I am squished between them, and I slowly start to relax. No one says anything until I am completely relaxed and breathing normally again.
“You two are monsters,” I mumble. Grayson lifts my chin and gently kisses me.
“I love you so much, Milly,” Grayson says. “You are amazing in every way. I know you meant some of the things you said, and I accept that. I want to be as perfect for you as you are for me. I’m so sorry I made you feel broken and something for me to repair. You are the strongest person I know, and I should treat you as such.”
“I just need you to try to see me as your wife now, not your patient,” I say. “Because I’m not. You two might be here to help me, but I want you to be my husband first.”
“So you do want Adam, too?” he asks with a grin.
“Yeah,” I say. “I don’t understand it when I hardly know him, but I want him to be just as much my partner as you are.”
“Your husband,” he corrects.
“Yes,” I laugh.
“Okay,” he says, kissing me. “Ready to see the pictures?”
“Ugh…. Yeah,” I say with a sigh. I roll to my back as Grayson grabs his tablet off the bedside table. He taps around for a moment before handing it to me.
“Swipe to the right, and that is Thomas,” he tells me. I swipe over, and I’m confused.
“When was this taken?” I ask.
“He renewed his license three years ago,” he says. “Why?”
“This is my dad,” I say. “He looks older but…”
“Are you sure?” Adam asks me.
“I am,” I say.
“Think back to the day he died,” Adam says. “Just focus on his face. Nothing else. Not his words or actions… just his face.”
I close my eyes and picture what he looked like. It looks… similar… but that’s not who I remember as my dad…
“I’m so confused,” I say. “Is there a picture of him when he shot himself?” I ask.
“Uh… Yeah. Are you sure you want to see that?” Grayson asks as I sit up.
“I’m trying to make sense of who it is I am seeing,” I say. Grayson takes the tablet and taps around before handing it back.
