Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Preacher leans in and kisses my shoulder blades before moving up to nibble at my neck. I rock back and forth as Devil clutches my ass, his fingers digging in as he fucks me hard, his thick shaft swelling harder and harder until I can tell it’s only a matter of moments. This is it.
Fuck safe.
“Come in me,” I moan.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Devil shudders. “That's so goddamn hot. Say it again.”
“Come in me. Make me feel it.” I don't know exactly what he wants to hear, but I know what I want to happen. “Make us a baby,” I groan.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans and pushes himself deep. He jerks me hard up against his hips and his cock pulses inside me. I can hardly breathe, feeling it. Him filling me up.
“Yes,” I moan breathlessly. “Yes.”
He slides out, eventually. I feel so full. So well fucked. Satisfied. I don’t feel worried, or uncertain. I don’t know if I believe everything is fated, but I’m happy to accept what happens.
Preacher climbs up behind me and presses in. I'm so slick with cum that there’s no need to work up to it, which is good, because he’s already as hard as iron, eager to add his own contribution to the mix.
“Fuck, you're such a sexy sight,” he growls as he drives into me. The sounds of our fucking are wet and loud, filling the room until it's all I hear.
Well, not all.
Crash lies down next to me, kissing my shoulders and playing with my breasts. “I can't fucking wait to see you carrying our babies. You’re going to be gorgeous.”
Why does that turn me on so much?
Preacher spanks my ass. “You better get used to this. We won’t be able to keep our fucking hands off you, angel.”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I groan. “Make me yours.”
My inner muscles squeeze tight around him as he drives deep, and he groans. “You're so fucking perfect.”
He pounds into me hard and fast, making me gasp and moan with every thrust. His hand slips down between my legs, rubbing my clit as he takes me hard and fast. I'm so close to coming again, but I don't want it to end.
“Make her come,” says Crash. “Make her come so hard she forgets her own name.”
“Don't stop,” I beg. “I want to feel you come in me, too.”
“Fuck,” he grunts and slams into me hard. His cock swells and he groans loudly as he does exactly as I asked.
Preacher doesn't pull out quite yet, working my slick clit until I explode around him. My whole body shakes and trembles as he holds me tight, riding out the waves of pleasure that wash over me. This is the most intense thing we've ever done, and knowing that this time I could actually get pregnant for real makes it that much hotter. And there's no one else I'd rather do it with.
I'm surprised when my cuffs are undone, freeing my wrists. A moment later, my ankles are released. I roll over to my back. “Crash? Don't you want to—”
And then he's there, on his knees between my legs and holding that amazing cock in his hand. He slides a finger through my folds, drawing the slick combination of his brothers and me up to swirl it around my still throbbing clit. I shudder at his touch, as sexy heat floods me.
“I want to see your tits jiggle as I fuck you. I want to watch your mouth open as you moan under me. And want to see your pretty brown eyes go wide as I fill you so full of my cum that you'll be dripping for a week.” And then he points his cock at my pussy and pushes himself in.
Lying on my back, with my head propped up on a pillow, I watch his slow progress into me in intimate detail. It’s so messy and fun and amazing.
“Fuck me Crash.” I grin with mischief. “Put a baby in your step-sister.”
He chuckles darkly. “You're fucking dirty.”
“And you love it.”
He grabs my thighs and pushes them back towards my chest, opening me up for him completely. He leans forward, bracing himself on his arms, and starts pounding into me.
It's rough and wild and primal. He's got me pinned down, helpless beneath him, and he's right, I love it.
“You're ours,” he snarls.
“Yours,” I agree. “All yours.”
He lets out a low growl and comes deep inside me. Tingles race through my belly, through my arms and legs. My heart races as I scream and cling to Crash, knowing that he's filling me up with his seed, and that it might sprout into something more. It might take a few years, but I want to make all of them daddies.
Then I fall back on the bed, limp as a rag, while I work on recapturing my breath. Crash slides out, and drops to the bed next to me.