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Krishna’s face hovers over my pussy, my legs spread wide for him. Two fingers hold my lips apart as his tongue ravishes my swollen clit. Two of his other fingers slide in and out in a rhythmic pattern.
They’re playing me like my body is their instrument and the sounds coming from my throat and the soaked opening between my legs is their music.
My hips buck and gyrate of their own accord. My fingernails at Dom’s shoulder dig into his tightly-drawn skin. My insides coil tighter before releasing and sending endorphins flowing through me. My screams and moans of pleasure slip down Domenico’s throat as the orgasm rocks my body. I swear on everything, I hear fireworks popping off every other second in the distance.
Their tongues and lips retreat from me at the same time.
“How thoroughly kissed are you now, pet?”
A breathless moan is the only answer I can give Dom in my spent state.
“Do you feel married to us yet, kitten, or did we do a piss poor job?” Krishna gloats.
“Sorry, baby girl, but there is no rest for the wicked. It’s time to sit on daddy’s dick.”
I could have crawled under the table and died the first time I heard him saythatduring foreplay. Since the boys were born, making him a father, he’s slipped that name into conversation quite a few times. Coming from his sexy mouth, he makes it difficult not to swoon every time it rolls off his tongue during sex or when referring to himself as one of the boys’ dads.
Pushing up from the bed, I flip around and crawl on his lap. When I lower, he has his thickness posed for my entrance. Even after taking both of them most days, except for the six weeks intercourse was off the table while my body recovered from delivering the boys, he still takes a second to get used to when his dick penetrates me. They both do.
“That’s it, kitten. Take his dick so Papa can have your pretty ass.”
It took a while for me to allow them inside my back entrance. After being taken there against my will so many times when I was younger, I didn’t think I could ever open that part of me to either of them. They just wanted to take away the bad memories, and even though those are still there, they pulled off what I once thought was an impossible feat.
They gave me pleasure.
“Come to me, sweet girl,” Dom beckons, and on his command, I lean into him and plant my lips against his as I rock my hips.
“Goddamn, you feel good.” Domenico’s breath fans my mouth and across my face.
As always, when we’re in this position, Dom’s hands find my breasts, palming them first, then his fingers play with my nipples in the lightest strokes and tweaks that shouldn’t be possible, but he knows what I love, and he gives it to me every time.
Krishna’s warm hands find the globes of my butt cheeks. In slow motion, he runs one hand up the length of my spine and the other down the crack of my butt until he feels Dom’s balls. I know this because whenever his hand dips under me like that, my husband clenches his abdominal muscles as his cock jumps from within me.
Kneeling behind me, his hand roams back up and only leaves me long enough to lube his cock and line it up with my entrance, then he presses inside, forcing my hole to open for him.
I’m not going to lie, there is still pain associated with the act we’re performing, but I’m no longer fighting against it.
He’s slow as his long length inches inside. They both go easy, ensuring my mental state isn’t harmed by their need to fuck me simultaneously.
This isn’t just about their needs. Once I learned to relax, I finally understood what they felt when being inside me while the other was in them.
It’s glorious.
It’s a sense of closeness like nothing else. A feeling of being filled to the brim. Exhilaration. Elation. Joy. Happiness.
Before Krishna is fully seated inside me, he pulls back even slower and then pushes back in. He grips my hip, moving me away from Dom as he pulls himself backward at the same time.
This is where K takes control of Dom and me, guiding the way I slide back and forth against Domenico’s cock. The way he enters and pulls out of my ass.
“She feels so fucking good,” K finally comments, adding to Dom’s praises.
“Can someone remind me why we aren’t allowed to impregnate her again, because it sounds like a fan-fucking-tastic idea.”
“God, doesn’t it?” Krishna agrees.
I’m not opposed to having more children, but they are not keeping this girl barefoot and pregnant. Given the chance, there is no doubt in my mind that they would. So, I went on birth control after my first postpartum visit with the doctor that delivered our babies.
It wasn’t the same physician I saw all those months ago. I didn’t like her. I wanted someone else and ended up seeing the same OB-GYN that Sienna saw throughout her pregnancy and delivery.
