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I chuckled. “Exactly the words every girl wants to hear.”
“Well a quickie for a quickie, eh?”
His nimble fingers had already undone my button and zipper. Lifting my ass for him, I shivered as his strong hands shimmied my jeans over my hips.
“I mean it,” Connor swore. “I’m going to make such a mess of you on this bed he’ll think twice before pulling this shit again!”
He flipped me over, and began rubbing me through my panties from behind. His fingers imparted such a delicious pressure I felt myself going instantly wet, especially when he started chewing on my shoulder too.
“How many is this for you today?” he murmured softly, into my ear.
“J—Just one.”
“You mean I’m the first?”
I went limp, letting the pleasure wash over my brain. “Uh huh.”
“That’s good,” Connor growled into my ear. He was still rubbing me up and down, fingering me so amazingly I wanted to scream. “My swimmers will get a nice head start over the others, then.”
I sighed through a knowing smirk, thinking about the past few weeks. The whole month had been sexually ludicrous. What had began as a practical idea to boost our chances of getting me pregnant had turned into a furious threeway competition as to which one of them would be the one to knock me up.
What followed was a sex-soaked marathon of quickies and romps and breathtaking daily encounters, as the guys took me every which way they wanted. I spent most of the day being filled by Aiden, or Connor, or even Elliot, as the three of them took me over and over, no matter what we happened to be doing.
I’d been bent over the couch, the countertop, the kitchen table. Dragged naked into the shower, and filled from within while writhing beneath the hot spray. It got to the point where I could barely get dressed without one of them pulling me to the floor, or the bed, or whatever happened to be around.
And every time, they pumped their seed achingly deep inside me.
I’d been fucked against every piece of furniture in the house by now, and even screwed up against some of the walls. The latter had sounded uncomfortable at first, but I’d found it surprisingly hot. There was something primal about being pinned forward against something smooth and unforgiving, as a pair of assertive hands closed tightly over mine. I’d never felt more exquisitely dominated. More taken, than in that position.
And I’d been taken alot.
It was the nights though, that I looked most forward to. The guys had taken to sneaking into my bedroom, and waking me up with their hard bodies on mine. I’d roll over and spread my legs for them, willingly, as they took me one-on-one, two-on-one, and more.
The group encounters were the hottest of course, because they made me feel deliriously greedy. I became addicted to the feeling of being plundered by one man while reaching out for another. Wholly dependent on being kissed and touched and loved by several hands and mouths at once, because the pure sensual overload was nothing like anything I’d ever experienced.
In the end I did whatever they wanted me to, in order to get them off. I dressed up for them. Talked dirty to them. I could go from kissing them slowly and lovingly, cooing into their ears, to growling desperately and clawing them like an animal, while begging them to blast off inside me. As a result I became insatiable. Incorrigible.
And even better, so did they.
I was constantly soaked, drenched, or filled with one or more of them. And as the days and weeks passed, I got to know their likes and dislikes, their turn-ons and fantasies. I took pride in learning their hard, corded bodies through the pads of my fingertips, until I could differentiate them, even in darkness. Each man had a distinct scent, style, and movement. Each one made love to me with dozens of subtle differences I enjoyed taking note of, and each had a different favorite position.
The best part was that I enjoyed it all, and even initiated things in some cases. Because the more they screwed me? The hotter I was for them. I was getting more sex in a month than I’d had in my entire life, but rather than need a break it seemed to only serve to make me want them even more.
Throughout it all, our IVF schedule droned on. I took my vitamins and kept up with my blood work. The guys took turns injecting me with hormone therapy that would make me even more fertile, while taking turns breeding me the natural way, every chance they got.
And my God… I was in love with the whole fucking arrangement.
“Jesus, precious.”
Connor moaned into my pussy, where he was still fingering me but now also devouring me from behind. His tongue played slowly up and down before delving inside, pushing its way past my green satin thong.
“You taste lovely.”
He rose up behind me, gripping my hips, and I gasped as he guided himself straight in. He was hard as a rock from all the foreplay. That I could take him all the way on the first stoke was a tribute to how wet I was.
Ohhhhhh…
His breathing was already fast. His fingertips were already curling hard, digging into my flesh.
