Page 95 of Property of the Bikers

Cade keeps sucking my left breast with deep, rhythmic pulls. Jax is almost desperate on my right, sucking hard while his hand strokes my belly. Reeve eats me like he’s been waiting months to do this without the shadow of Viktor hanging over us. His fingers curl against that perfect spot inside me while his tongue works my clit in steady circles.

The pleasure builds fast and overwhelming. Three mouths. Six hands. All of them focused entirely on me.

I come hard, crying out as my body shakes between them. My belly tightens and the baby shifts, but they never stop touching me. Cade and Jax keep sucking my breasts through the orgasm. Reeve gentles his tongue but keeps his fingers moving, drawing it out until I’m panting and trembling.

They don’t pull away.

Cade switches breasts and sucks even harder, like he wants every drop. Jax kisses my belly again and again, whispering promises to our daughter. Reeve adds a third finger and builds me right back up, slow and devastating.

I feel powerful. I feel claimed. I feel completely, perfectly theirs.

And for the first time, that feeling brings nothing but deep, warm satisfaction.

My body is still trembling from the second orgasm when they shift me carefully onto my left side. They stack pillows behind my back and under my belly until I’m perfectly supported, my huge, round stomach cradled safely, the weight distributed so I feel held rather than vulnerable.

Cade moves behind me, his big, warm body curving around mine like a wall. Jax settles in front of me. Reeve stays close on my right side, his hand never leaving my skin.

Cade’s cock is thick and hard against my ass. He lifts my top thigh slightly, opens me, and presses the head of his cock against my soaked pussy. He pushes in slowly, stretching me open inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt. I moan long and low at the fullness. He feels even bigger in this position, pressing against every sensitive spot inside me while his chest presses against my back.

“Fuck, Mira,” Cade growls against my neck, voice rough with satisfaction. “This pussy is so wet for us. Still greedy even this pregnant.”

He starts to move—deep, powerful, rolling thrusts that rock my entire body. His hand splays wide over the top of my belly, holding our daughter protectively while he fucks me.

Jax leans in and kisses me deeply, tongue sliding against mine as he cups one of my leaking breasts and squeezes. Milk beads at my nipple, and he lowers his head, sucking hard. The pull sends sharp sparks of pleasure straight to my clit.

Reeve’s fingers find that swollen bundle of nerves and start circling with perfect, unrelenting precision. He watches my face the entire time, reading every flicker of pleasure, adjusting instantly when my breath catches.

I’m completely surrounded.

Cade fucks me with steady dominance, his hips snapping harder but always careful of my belly. Every deep thrust pushes me forward into Jax’s mouth. Reeve’s fingers work my clit faster, slick sounds filling the room as he occasionally dips down to taste where Cade is stretching me.

“You chose this,” Cade growls into my ear, voice dark and possessive. “You saw us kill for you, and you still spread your legs and chose us. Say it.”

“I chose you,” I moan, voice breaking. “I chose all of you.”

“Good girl,” Jax praises against my breast before sucking harder. “Our perfect woman. Carrying our baby and still taking three cocks like you were made for it.”

Reeve leans closer, his breath hot against my neck. “The threat is gone. No more running. No more fear. This pussy is ours to fill whenever we want now.”

The pleasure builds impossibly high. Cade’s thick cock dragging against my walls, Jax sucking greedily at my breasts, Reeve’s skilled fingers on my clit—it’s too much. I come hard, crying out as my pussy clenches rhythmically around Cade. My belly tightens and the baby shifts, but the men hold me through it, murmuring praise and filthy promises.

They don’t stop.

Cade keeps thrusting through my orgasm, growling low. Then they shift. Cade stays buried inside me, but slows while Jax moves up. I take Jax’s cock into my mouth eagerly, tasting myself on him as he slides between my lips. Reeve takes Cade’s place between my thighs for a moment, sliding into me with smooth, measured strokes while his thumb keeps working my clit.

They rotate like this—trading positions smoothly, never leaving me empty for long. Cade fucks me deep and hard again. Then Reeve. Then Jax takes a turn, his thrusts more emotional, eyes locked on mine as he drives into me.

All three of them talk the entire time.

Cade: “This cunt is going to take every drop we give it tonight.”

Jax: “We’re going to fill you until you’re dripping with us. Until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”

Reeve: “You’re safe now. Our baby is safe. And we’re going to breed this perfect pregnant pussy again and again because you’re ours.”

I lose count of how many times I come. The orgasms roll through me, one blending into the next. My breasts leak steadily as they suck and squeeze them. My belly is constantly touched and worshiped by at least one of their hands. I feel owned. Cherished. Thoroughly used in the most delicious way.

Finally, Cade grips my hip and thrusts deep one last time. He comes with a guttural groan, flooding me with hot, thick pulses. Jax follows right after, pulling out of my mouth at the last second and painting my swollen breasts and belly with his release. Reeve slides back inside me and fucks me through the mess Cade left, then buries himself deep and fills me with long, steady spurts.