Chapter Seventeen
Molly
I must have missed a chapter in the reverse harem I was just reading because I don’t remember the part where the heroine is bent over sucking one cock, while another is in her pussy and the other in her ass.
In fact, this escalated rather quickly.
I lean onto Holden’s dick, licking, sucking, and gagging on his length as he fingers through my hair. “Good girl. Take all these dicks like a good fuckin’ girl.” His tone is more raw and rougher than I’ve ever heard it. He’s turned up. They all are.
Rhett lays back on the lift bench, sucking my nipples as Maverick plows me from behind. His rough hands grip my hips as he sets the motion for the group.
“Damn, your ass is tight, baby.” He thrusts again and again, forcing the other two dicks deeper inside of me.
My stomach flips with each thrust, and I’m stretched so wide I’m not sure I’ll ever walk straight again, but I don’t care.
I love being a filthy, dirty whore for these big, inked-up bikers. I love their big rough hands, the aggressive way they take me, the way they say all those nasty things.
Rhett sucks on my nipple harder, and though they’d been aching earlier, his teeth feel so good scraping against them. “Hold up.” He lets go for a moment and everyone disengages all at once. Suddenly, I’m empty, void of any throbbing dicks being thrust into my universe.
I sit up on his dick, still grinding against his thick cock as I stare down at Rhett’s handsome face. Rhett is a stallion. He’s big, thick, hard, and so damn masculine.
“You see that?” He opens his mouth slightly and a few white drops spill out.
“What is that? Are you okay?”
He nods and sits up with me, reaching down for my breast again to suckle before opening his mouth to let more white cream spill from his lips. “You’re leaking.”
Something resembling mortification happens, and though I was the cool girl being railed by three guys a second ago, I’m reminded that I’m actually a mess. “How am I leaking? I’m only five months along. That can’t happen. I don’t get my milk until I give birth. I read all about it on Google.” I’m explaining it away as though it’s not actually happening.
“Don’t be embarrassed, trouble.” Rhett lands his hand on my cheek. “It’s out. I love it. I didn’t want to be selfish with it.” He glances toward Holden and Maverick as though maybe they’d want a sip.
“What? No. That’s weird,” I say, covering up.
“It’s not weird at all. It’s natural.”
Not now it’s not. Making breastmilk this early is fucked up. I make a mental note to look into it further later, then watch Rhett as he leans back into my breast and suckles with intention.
“Not much in here yet. You guys want some? She’s sweet.” He flicks his tongue against my nipple as he pulls away, swallowing down the liquid before Holden narrows in and takes a nipple for himself.
This was not supposed to turn me on, but like the whore I am, I grind against Rhett’s lap, riding him hard as Holden and Maverick take to each side of my tits, warm breast milk dribbling down their chins.
Damn!
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.” Maverick sucks and sucks until his side is empty then makes his way around back, clawing at my ass as though he’s impatiently waiting for Holden to finish feeding.
My hand runs through Holden’s hair as he sucks a moment longer then pulls away, scraping his teeth against my nipple as he taps Rhett on the shoulder.
“Switch.”
Did he just say switch? Did they ever so casually just decide that they were going to switch spots?
My clit swells and Rhett pounds up into me a few more times before he lifts and guides me back toward Holden who’s standing by his bike. He bends me forward against the seat, my tits hanging off the edge as he plows me forward over and over again, pounding my pussy with grit as his hand fists into the back of my hair.
Rhett steps into frame and slides his cock into my mouth as Maverick watches from the side.
“Take those cocks, baby,” he groans and strokes his dick as he watches the men pin me against the bike and fuck me hard. I’m a little jealous of his stance. I wouldn’t mind watching me right now. Two men with bulging biceps, dark ink, and strong shoulders taking me… using me. Sweat dripping from their chests, echoed by their moans.
My body ripples with each thrust, and the leather from the seat sticks to my skin the longer I’m bent over.
Rhett drives his cock further into my throat and Holden’s dick spreads me wider and wider the deeper he goes. How? I don’t know. I only know that it’s happening. I only know that his glorious, perfect cock is spreading me so wide that there’s a pinch of pain every third thrust.
Oh my God!
Maverick hollers out, “Switch”
Holden thrusts harder. “I’m about to come, man. Two more seconds…” His voice is rough and so fucking raw. He grips me tighter, pulling back on my hair. “You ready for my come, little one. You want me to fill you up?”
I moan out an approval on Rhett’s cock, and within seconds, Holden is unloading inside of me. His grip is tighter now, and his sounds are carnal.
He no more than slides out, when Maverick slides into my ass. When we were on the lift bench, he wasn’t in very far, being that it’s my first time with any sort of anal penetration. But in this moment, he’s going in much deeper.
“You’re so soft, baby. Holden got you all relaxed. You tell me if it hurts.” He slides in a little deeper, as he rubs my clit in circles, groaning the deeper he gets. “Fuck… you’re so god damn tight.” He’s feverish sounding as though he too is close to releasing.
“Come,” I groan onto Rhett’s cock. “Come in my ass.”
Rhett thrusts into my throat deeper, drowning out the words as Maverick continues to thrust and circle my clit. If one of these dudes doesn’t come right now, I’m going to. The bike tilts side to side as they move like a teeter totter, pushing me back and forth, screwing me tighter and tighter, moving me closer and closer to the end.
“Fucking hell, baby,” Maverick groans. “I’m gonna fill your tight, little asshole.” He growls out, thrusting deeper as though he’s riding a wave to shore. Something about this irregular movement, the fluttered touches, the erratic breathing, gets me closer to my edge.
Maverick pulls out and kisses the small of my back as Rhett rounds back to my pussy and slides inside with a groan as Maverick and Holden watch.
“You know I love this sloppy, little pussy, don’t you?” Rhett groans, sinking deep inside of me. “Is all that come filling you up. Can you take another load?”
I’m pretty sure this garage is going to stink like sex for months, maybe years, but that’s not gonna stop me from taking every bit of their come I can. I want it on my tits, in my hair, on my face, on my back, on my stomach, in my ass, in my pussy, in my mouth… I want it everywhere.
I need it everywhere.
Rhett pumps into me harder and harder. “I love you, trouble. We all do.”
Maverick kisses the top of my head. “It’s true. You’re perfect.”
“So fucking perfect.” Holden fists his hand into my hair.
The moment is natural and genuine, and as Rhett slams his heavy weight against my frame, my muscles tense and I buck back against him, driving my ass against his hard body as everything I’ve been holding back on releases in one hard twitching chorus of perfection.
The men gather at my side, holding my convulsions down as Rhett finishes pounding his thick cock in my swollen pussy.
This act sets Rhett over the edge, and within seconds, he explodes inside of me, growling out like a feral beast who’s been captive for far too long. He stays like this for a moment, then pulls out quickly with a yowl as though leaving the warmth of my pussy is painful.
“Damn, trouble.” Rhett kisses my head. “I’ll never get tired of that.”
Holden and Maverick help me up from the bent position I’m in, but I’m in no position to be standing. Turns out, being railed by three hot men leaves you dizzy as fuck.
I lean back on the bike, and grip the handlebar tight, hanging my head back until I’m staring up at the rafters.
“Don’t move,” Rhett groans.
“What?” I glance toward him holding the camera. “What are you doing?”
“Just like that. That’s how we want you. Relaxed and filled with our come. That’s the picture we want on the wall.”
“And when we have the baby… then what?”
The guys look toward each other as though they hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Okay, that’s true. Maybe this is for our private collection then.” He grins playfully and we both know I’m letting him take the photo, but I want something first.
“Where’s the envelope?”
Rhett’s brows raise. “You want to find the sex of the baby while you’re naked on Holden’s bike?” He laughs and turns back to grab it from the first drawer of his toolbox. “I like it.”
Maverick and Holden make their way to my side, and Rhett pulls his thick finger through the envelope slowly. I’m not sure the best way to do this. Some people have the bakery make pink or blue cupcakes. Others get confetti and blow it out of a cannon. I’ve even seen huge parties where they invite the entire neighborhood. I could do that, but I still haven’t even told my brother I’m seeing his best friend yet. Telling him we’re all having a baby together might be a shock.
Right now, opening this envelope in the euphoria of our love making is what makes sense.
Rhett unfolds the paper slowly and smiles before glancing up toward the guys and I. I expect him to make a joke and withhold the information, but he doesn’t. Instead, his lip quivers and he reaches his giant, inked hand up toward his face to wipe away a tear. “It’s a girl.”
A girl. A swell of emotion washes over me, and though I want to melt into a puddle of tears, I lean back into position, arch my back, land my hand on the handlebar, and let every roll, every stretch mark, and insecurity free because this is who I want my daughter to be.
A strong, brave, confident woman who lets her freak flag fly.