One month after my brothers made me theirs, they had a ring on my finger. Another month after that, I found out I was expecting. Both of them have been trying to get me to quit working in the office but I’ve been fighting it. I plan on staying home once our little one is here but right now I like being here with them.
Unbuttoning the top two buttons of my blouse I send the two pictures I took to Luke. Since we found out I was having a baby, Luke’s lovemaking has changed. Now he’s even more gentle than Logan. I still sleep tied to the bed, and I would often wake to Luke rolling on top of me and thrusting into me hard and quick. He would bite my breast and demand my orgasm until he came deep inside me. Then he would roll off me to let Logan slide in after him. Logan would worship my body with his slow tender loving. Now Luke just worships like Logan too. I need both. My gentle lover and my demanding one. I will have them both. I just have to poke the beast.
I hear the beep of Luke’s phone go off in the next room and I feel my pussy clench with excitement. Suddenly the door flies open and Luke is filling the doorway.
“Didn’t get enough this morning, princess?” Luke growls as he prowls towards me.
I can tell he’s on edge with the look he gives me. His body is tight and his jaw is set firmly.
“Seem you can’t keep me satisfied. It’s a sad state of affairs when two men can’t give little me all I need to stay full,” I reply, pushing out my lower lip and giving my best pout.
Gripping me under my arms, Luke pulls me up from the chair, causing my legs to go around his waist instantly. This position makes my skirt bunch all the way up and rubs my pussy against his cock.
My men constantly pick me up like I’m nothing more than a doll. I love it. Luke walks me over to the sofa and sits down, with me straddling him. He slides his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back, giving him full access to my neck.
“What is it you think you need?” Luke asks, nibbling at my neck.
“You,” I moan instantly.
“You have me,” he whispers, taking my earlobe between his teeth and giving a little pull.
Luke has always been a demanding lover and I know how to poke him. He loves making me beg, making me scream that I belong to him and his brother, so I go in for the kill. “No I don’t. Not anymore. I don’t think my pussy knows who it belongs to.”
Luke’s hand shoots out, wrapping around my neck, giving a firm squeeze and angling me to look into his eyes.
“That pussy is mine! From the moment I took your cherry you were mine. The instant our seed took hold inside you, we sealed your fate until you take your last breath on this earth.” He firms his grip a little more on my throat. I can feel my pussy start to get wetter and my juices start to run down my thighs. This is the Luke I crave, the Luke I need.
“Take my cock out. You’re going to apologize for your comment with your pussy.”
I reach down and make quick work of his belt, flinging it across the room. I hear a noise and look to see the belt hit Logan. He stands in the doorway and we stare at each other.
“Eyes on me!” Luke barks.
Going back to my task, I pull his underwear down a little and his cock springs free.
“I bet that pussy is dripping wet for me, isn’t it?” Licking my lips while staring at the pre-cum glistening on his cock, I just nod my head.
“Then what are you waiting for? Wrap my cock in it.” He releases his hand from around my throat and moves it to my breast to thumb my nipple.
Rising up, I take his cock in my hand and guide it to my opening. Slowly I start to sink down and work it inside me.
Both Luke’s hands go to my waist before he flips me over onto my back and starts driving into me.
Leaning over and silencing my whimper with his mouth, he thrusts over and over. Each stroke sends tremors from my pussy into my womb. I shift my hips and try to get some friction on my clit. Luke bites my lip, making me whimper again.
“Beg for it,” he rumbles, slowing down his thrusts.
“Please!” I shout.
“You can do better than that. Whose pussy is that? Who do you belong to?” he demands, holding my orgasm hostage.
“It’s your pussy. All yours. Both of yours. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“I know you will,” he purrs.
I feel a hand on my clit and Luke starts to thrust hard again, giving me what I need and I explode, feeling him cumming with me.
Sliding out of me he sits up and pulls me into his lap, my back to his front so I’m facing Logan who is sitting across from us stroking himself.
I inhale feeling my pulse spike once again.
“I’m sorry, princess,” Luke whispers in my ear. “I know I’ve been a little distant because I was scared I would hurt you with my rough play. I know it only hurts us when I do that. You’ll tell me if I go too far, right?”
“Of course. I just want you both to be yourselves all the time – the men I’ve always loved. I need that. I love you both so much.”
“We love you too,” they both say in unison, making me smile so big my face might split in two.
“I know,” I reply. “Never again will we deny what we want. We did that once and it caused us all pain.”
Spreading my legs, I look at Logan across the room through my eyelashes “I think your brother got me all soft and wet for you. You should come feel me.”
Leaping up from his chair, Logan slides between my knees and thrusts right into me. I feel Luke’s cock jerk against my ass. This is going to be a wonderfully sore day, I tell myself… but well worth it. I’m right where I want to be, between the two men who complete me.
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Taking the Fall
“What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls, standing up from a metal chair.
I’ve never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been here for four years, and still has another four to go.
I haven’t seen him since that night. The night I can’t remember. The reason I’m here.
“Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.
“Yeah, I got them,” he fires back.
“But…you never...” My words trail off because the force of what he’s saying really hits me. He got my letters; he just didn’t care enough to write back. I sent him hundreds, and I never heard one word in response. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life, the next second I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, my mother is gone, and so is my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. Then, my once loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold because, well, he was a crime boss, but I never thought he was… until now.