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“Oh, God,” I moan as I feel Sloane’s cum dripping out of my pussy and making their way down my legs, pooling on the floor around my knees. At the same time, Drake is still using me for target practice; grabbing his cock, he points at me and sprays my face and back with his seed, gooey strands of it caressing my naked skin.
I remain like that, on all fours, as both men unleash hell over my body. They empty their loads all over and they only stop when they’re satisfied.
“I know I’ve told you this before, but you look lovely like this,” Drake tells me with a teasing grin, going down to his knees in front of me. He makes me raise my chin, placing two fingers under it, and then leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. His tongue pushes its way past my lips and he dances with it around my own.
Sloane pulls back from me at the same time, but he keeps his focus on my pussy. He digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and, leaning into me, he wraps his lips against my folds and sucks them into his mouth, running his tongue over them and licking them dry.
He only stops when he has licked my pussy dry and, when that happens, he walks around me and joins Drake. I kiss him too, giving him a taste of Drake’s cum, and then I just fall into their arms.
“You’re my everything,” I tell both, feeling the warmness of their naked bodies against my own.
They wrap their big arms around me, holding me tightly.
“You are too,” they say at the same time and, right now, everything’s all right with the world.
Love—sometimes it really solves everything.
Natalie
Epilogue
“I have some big news for you two!” Sloane says as he walks inside the apartment, a bottle of expensive champagne tucked under his elbow.
I’m in the kitchen with Drake, taking care of dinner, and Sloane comes up behind us and smacks both of our asses at the same time. “I said I have big news,” he repeats, placing the bottle of champagne on the counter and grinning.
“Well? Out with it then!”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Dirty ‘Lil Angels just broke one hundred million dollars in revenue,” he says, barely able to contain his excitement. He grabs the bottle and pushes the cork out with a flick from his thumb, and it flies straight into the ceiling and then ricochets down to my feet.
“One hundred million?” I repeat, trying to do the math inside my head. That’s a lot of sales, especially for a company as young as mine. Well, I shouldn’t be this surprised; after all, my prototype was a complete success. But, still, one hundred million? I never expected to make that much money.
It’s been one year since launch, and a lot happened since then.
To start with, Mom is in jail. Federal charges of extortion and intent to defame were levied against her literally within hours after our press conference. We didn’t find out because…well, we were fucking. Remember?
She’s out of our lives forever.
Let’s talk about fun things.
About the companyI rented the whole floor of a building and set up a real Dirty ‘Lil Angels headquarters. I have almost two hundred people working for me now, and I figure I’ll have to open a new office somewhere in Europe soon. And perhaps another in Asia.
It’s crazy, I know, but that’s not even the best part. You see, we got married. Not in the States, of course, they’d never allow three people to love each other. That’d just be indecent. Yeah, right.
So, we did what we had to do. We flew to one of these crazy countries in Asia where everything goes, and held a private ceremony at the beach—close friends only. So, yeah, it’s not like the US government will ever recognize we’re married, but I couldn’t care less about it.
To be honest, I didn’t even care that much about getting married. But both Sloane and Drake wanted to walk up the altar arm-in-arm with me and, now that we did, I couldn’t be any happier. It was just a ceremony but, in a sense, it cemented what the three of us felt. And, besides, the ceremony was amazing.
After we returned state side, we all sold off our apartments and bought a bigger one at One57, the building where Sloane lived. Our apartment is so big that I sometimes lose myself in here—all right, all right, I’m exaggerating. But at three thousand square feet, I have to brag about it, don’t I? I mean, nine rooms? I feel like a princess.
“Let’s drink!” Sloane cries out, grabbing three glasses from the cupboard and lining them up on the counter. He fills them up, grabs one and then pushes another toward me. I j
ust look down at the glass, hesitant, and then push it back to Sloane.
“I can’t,” I tell him, a smile creeping up on my lips. I guess now’s the time to let them know. Now, don’t look at me like that; I just found out this afternoon, and I’ve been thinking about how I should tell them. In the end, though, I guess I don’t need to be fancy about it, despite all of our money, we’re simple people, and that simplicity makes us happy.
“What? We’re celebrating! You have to drink,” Drake protests, downing his glass with one single gulp. And then his eyes widen. He takes one step back, looking at me as if I suddenly caught fire. “Holy shit.”
