Page 45 of An Earl, His Valet, & Their Wife

“Nae,” said Gerard, stroking her back. “Ye must stay still tae take my cock in your arse. Even with the oil, it may be uncomfortable tae start.”

Katherine nodded. “Do it.”

As Gerard fitted the head of his cock to her anus and slowly, so slowly pressed forward, all the air rushed from her lungs. Even with the oil and thorough preparation, it burned and her body protested the invasion, trying to repel Gerard’s huge cock by tightening around him. He was correct, this was infinitely more intense than fingers or dildo.

“Take deep breaths, my Katie,” he said quietly in her ear. “In and out. In and out. I ken it’s a lot.”

Her head swam, her heart thundered, but she wanted this so badly. And soon it did become easier, as she began to relax and allow Gerard in.

“You’re doing beautifully, Katherine,” said Michael softly as he cupped her cheeks, his gaze warm and loving. “The first time is the most difficult. That stretch. That ache. So many new things to feel. But you’ll come so hard. I promise.”

She shuddered, panting, as Gerard’s cock advanced farther. Soon, both she and Michael were trembling at the impossibly tight fit. Was it pain? Was it pleasure? The two sensations were so closely intertwined she couldn’t say. Her inner walls felt raw, a little bruised. And yet as each moment passed the discomfort eased to a fullness, a heady, glorious pressure that somehow arrowed directly to her throbbing clitoris.

Oh God. I need more.

Katherine’s head thrashed a little as a new instinct flared to life. One that wanted her to move, to create friction. But how could she do that when Gerard gripped her hips so tightly?

Experimentally, she rippled her inner muscles. When both men groaned, a rush of feminine power engulfed her. She might be stuffed full with two large cocks, but by no means was she a passive receiver. Gerard and Michael didn’t know it yet, but she would demand their seed. Force them to release it deep within her. If she wasn’t pregnant yet, it seemed only right and proper that this joining of bodies and souls and three golden rings would result in the baby they all longed for.

Once again, she clenched her pussy, gently rocking on her knees, swaying forward and back.

“Christ,” gasped Michael, his hips jerking.

“Minx,” growled Gerard, punishing her with a thrust that robbed her of breath.

Katherine cried out, yet something magical was happening. Nothing could halt her body’s movements, this ancient, primitive rhythm, a sensual dance with just one purpose. “Fuck me,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “I want to feel you both come inside me. Now.”

Gerard wrapped one brawny arm around her waist, his fingertips delving down to tease her clitoris as Michael circled his hips, his cock thrusting deeper in her pussy.

Yes. Yes!

Her fingernails clawed Michael’s shoulders as a dark, heady pleasure built and built inside her. The way the two cocks rubbed together as they advanced and withdrew, the way her men grew more frenzied and frantic with each thrust, only encouraged her to keep rocking, to use her knees to rise and fall as much as she could on Michael’s cock.

Close. So close…

Without warning, Michael gasped her name, his hips ramming forward as his seed gushed inside her. That act, as old as time, hurled her over the edge and a wild scream tore from Katherine’s throat as her pussy spasmed in a powerful, endless release. And yet, just when it seemed it might ease, Gerard buried his cock in her backside and bit her neck, his low roar relighting the flame as the orgasm shook them all and sent her soaring to the stars.

Utterly wrecked by pleasure, unable to hold herself up for even one more second, Katherine collapsed onto Michael’s chest. Behind her, Gerard gently withdrew, and she smiled at the wash of seed from her anus, marking her as his.

“Good,” she mumbled as Michael carefully lifted her a few inches to withdraw also, and his seed ran down her inner thighs. “I’m covered in you both.”

Gerard chuckled. “Aye, well covered.”

It took a little maneuvering, but soon all three of them were tucked under the quilt. Katherine lay in the middle, a husband on either side, and a sigh of pure contentment escaped her lips. “We may need a bigger bed.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t big enough?”

“Right now it is. But what about when my belly is full? I wouldn’t want to sleep without you both.”

“We’ll get one specially made,” said Gerard. “I’ll apologize now…I may become quite fucking primitive when you’re with child. Verra protective.”

Katherine laughed and took his hand, then Michael’s, so she could admire the gleam of their gold rings together. “I know it will come from a place of love and care, not control. But I will speak up if it’s too ridiculous. No quail eggs from France.”

“Suppose I should cancel that order then,” said Michael, his eyes shining. “But do not deny us the pleasure of gifts.”

“Some gifts,” she said sternly, knowing full well her men would gleefully ignore the edict. They were both too generous, too giving.

Offering her the world.