Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Six months later
Donnie
My wife is thick.
She’s always been the kind of woman who has the best bits in abundance. Men are rendered speechless when she enters a room, and boys are spellbound by the way her body moves as she crosses it. Unlike them, unlike men, just entirely all-natural female.
Vallie’s pregnancy started to bloom this month, and I’m. Fucking. Obsessed with her stomach. Tyler buries himself in those fucking, unbelievable tits, but I am hard as a rock every time I see the smooth skin poking out from under her too-small shirts. Nothing fits her right. And thank fuck for that.
I’d hate her to drown her shape in fabric. Not when it displays the body that carries our first-born Vaughn boy.
“What are you doing?” She tracks my movements as I circle her while she sits naked, cross-legged on the floor, then flicks her head back to follow Dexter, then Tyler. We prowl around our pregnant woman, wearing only our briefs.
We soak in her luscious figure. Wrists tied together with soft, faux leather. Each dimple in her thick as fuck thighs. The heavy curve of each full breast. Sweat slides between the two mounds. Her stomach protrudes.
Fuck.
Dexter rubs his cock through the fabric. “Are you comfortable, Baby Girl? Do you need some water before we start? Remember your safe word.”
Vallie glances at the cushion below her backside, shuffling and nodding. “I’m fine.” She frowns at me. “What are you playing at, Donnie? Answer me.”
Tyler stops in front of her and bites his lower lip. The depth of his depraved thoughts darkens his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do this for months, Vallie Baby.” He slides his hand down his briefs and begins to stroke himself. Humming, he grins, menacing and dark, animalistic. I get it. Her body, her shape, that fucking stomach, it makes us carnal. Fucking out of our minds. Possessive. Over the top feral.
She swallows. “You’re scaring me a little.”
“Don’t be scared, Pup.” I grin, blood roaring through the veins that cord my cock. I need to come on her. I need to paint her pretty face and her smooth, stretched belly. “We just want to look at what is ours . Look at what we did to you. Filled you up. Swollen. Flushed. Bursting. Your tits, your stomach, all so fucking ours.”
I stop beside her, spread my legs, and pull my throbbing cock out. Her eyes flare, her tongue darting between pink lips to lick the tip. I pull my cock away from my hungry Pup. “No, no. Not yet. Drool for your bone.” Teasing her, I stroke up and down, slowly.
My eyes roam her body, taking in her every inch.
Precum beads on the crown of my cock; I use it to lather my length. Slow. Hard.
Vallie
My pulse vibrates in my neck.
Dexter stops on the other side of me, peering down, smooth and domineering, as he drags his heavy erection out.
Turning from Donnie, I lick my lips at the sight of Dexter’s cock already leaking. I want to lick it. I want them all in my mouth.
I need to do something.
Not just be a centrepiece.
Damn these ties. I fight the restraints. They says I can’t be trusted to remain still, that I am more self-conscious, often covering my large stomach with my arms.
Bastards.
Dexter squeezes the base until the head flushes red and then tugs upward, groaning. “Oh, Baby Girl. You look so pretty. I can’t deny you. Do you want to lick Daddy’s dick?”
My head drops backward on a moan.
I forget… Being vulnerable. “Yes.”
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.
He wipes the tip along my lips. Thank you. My pussy leaks onto the cushion as he rubs the swollen bulb the length of my lips from left to right.
And I’m burning up. I’m hot, so damn hot.
He is smearing my saliva, pushing his cock between my lips and popping the tip out. “Nice and wet. Good girl.”
Tyler stops in front of me, his hand down his pants, clearly enjoying jerking his cock beneath the fabric. A wet patch spreads through the grey cotton, darkening it with precum. “We’re going to jerk off on our property, Vallie Baby.”
Donnie grabs my chin, yanking my still-open mouth from Dexter’s cock. Saliva drips from my lips.
“Drooling nicely.” Donnie shoves his cock into my open mouth, using my chin to guide the movement. I can feel Dexter’s cock on my other cheek. Feel his fist pumping.
When Donnie lets my jaw go, I turn and lick the vein pulsing up Dexter’s cock. He likes it when I am slow and attentive, submissive and sweet for him.
I return to Donnie. Hollowing my mouth, I take him deep and fierce. He likes me greedy and insatiable for him.
I move from one to the other.
Work them both the way they like.
Overcome, I try my best to pleasure them both.
My nipples harden to the point of anguish.
My jaw aches as I suck and lick and moan.
So aroused, I lift?—
Yelping, my head is wrenched backwards. Donnie’s fist now holds me. Still. As they both slide their cocks into my mouth, my eyes fill with tears. Lips stretch around their large, warm crowns.
“ Easy , Baby Girl.” Dexter pants. “Breathe through your nose while your husband and daddy get nice and wet in your saliva. That’s it. Just like that.”
Tyler
Sharp breaths score my lungs as I pull my cock free of my briefs and choke the fuck out of it, humming to Widor. Feeling wild.
For her.
Vallie is mine. Ours. She tries so hard for us. So perfect. Unravelling. In love. Her belly shakes as she tries to suck them both between her lips. Her tits are so heavy and round.
They look painful.
Poor Vallie Baby.
I jerk off as I watch.
Squeeze.
Hiss.
Widor.
It’s beautiful.
Those tits. I want to soothe them. I’m going to suck her milk when she lactates. I’m going to fuck her pussy, fill her with my cum, and suck on her tits until she leaks warm milk into my mouth at the same time.
We’ll culminate together.
A crescendo.
The thought fires heat through my abdomen. I squeeze and milk myself. Desperate. Need to come.
Black and blue tendrils of masculine desire pulse around us to the deep, erotic tempo of my brothers’ grunts and groans. My bones feel the beat. Donnie and Dexter pull their cocks out to let her breathe.
They care.
Her teary eyes find me.
I smile softly down at her. “Hello, baby. You look so fucking beautiful when you’re squirming, flushing, needy, and so fucking pregnant.”
Her gaze levels, landing on my cock, filling with affection. For my cock. And they call me depraved. She likes my scars, the crisscross ones from when I tried to cut the dirty parts of me out.
She loves my dirty parts.
“Scars are sexy.” I grin. “Hey, my Vallie Baby? You like mine. My angry, ribbed cock.”
“ Please .” She nods, overwhelmed.
A bead of sweat slides down her forehead, her cheeks glow, hot, and her body sways with need, wanting something to alleviate the pressure inside her pussy.
I can tell.
I hear soft piano keys build.
The ivories sing.
My vision blurs.
I need to come. On her. Pleasure brews in my balls like boiling water, her hot gaze on my cock drawing them up. Fuelling my orgasm, her attention on my fist becomes tangible. Real. Tight. Yes.
She wants me.
She’s mine.
Vallie. Vallie. Vallie. Yes.
Dexter
Bicep trembling, I work my cock from root to head and back. I never imagined doing something like this with my little brothers. Never imagined sharing a woman with them in this way. They do that. They are the same person at heart. Their twin connection runs deep.
I am the outsider.
But not anymore.
And it works.
Rolling my hand around the crown of my cock, I give myself a moment, but damn, she looks stunning. My shoulders bunch, tighten, and I begin jerking my cock to a relentless rhythm.
Tyler drops his head back, close. He groans to the ceiling. “I’ll make my sweet Vallie Baby squirt once we cover you in cum. Don’t worry. Tyler won’t leave you without.”
Gazing down at her, I follow the curve of her breasts as they rest atop her stomach, down to where her pregnant mound meets her thighs. I did that. We did that. There is no mistaking that this woman is owned. Claimed. Ours.
“How is my Baby Girl feeling? Being the centre of our fantasies, the luscious figure we jerk off to. Now. And when we sleep. Have wet dreams about your wild cunt. Your flexing arsehole.” My thighs pulse, and she moans at my words. “We spread you open daily. Eat your juices. And you let us take and take. Such a good girl for your men.”
Her eyelashes flutter, weighed by the dark arousal in my heated words.
She groans. “I need to touch myself.”
But she can’t. She can barely reach these days.
Donnie makes her beg.
Tyler leaps to her every demand.
I only require manners, and I’m at her beck and call.
“We will take turns…” I grunt, close. So close. I look at Donnie, who is heaving, eyes basically penetrating her, crawling inside her flesh. Grabbing her.
I continue, panting through a tight jaw that holds my groan, my climax. “Take. Turns. To. Lick your sweet cunt.”
Blood roars through my veins to my cock, inflating it further, and I can’t— Can’t stop. I blow my load on her face, slashing her lips with white cum.
“Oh. Fuck. G- Good girl.” My head swims.
Tyler suddenly lets loose, his arm still frantic on his cock, violently wringing the cum from his balls. He comes on her tits, painting her nipples with strings of white.
“Jesus. Fuck,” Tyler grits out.
Donnie steps over her, angling his cock down and pumping it. Through a long, deep growl, he spurts hotly over her stomach, exploding over the swollen flesh, claiming it.
“You milk my cock with just your eyes, Pup.”
My brothers and I step backward, panting, heaving, shuddering. Our cocks hang at half mast, dangling between our thighs, dripping. Drained.
I look at our masterpiece.
Painted, defiled in our cum.
“Stunning, Baby Girl.”
“I’m in love.” Tyler hums.
“My Curvy Thirteen.”