Epilogue – Part III #3
What the fuck was Ren doing? I expected KC to move, but he lowered himself onto his elbows for a second, then shocked me by using his delicious muscles to physically spin me onto my hands and knees without pulling his dick free.
The motion made my stomach swoop and my knees took the brunt of the flip.
I felt stunned as he took his place behind me, pressing deep again.
Shit, his cock was still firm. Not quite the same as when he’d first started, but he wasn’t going soft.
“Is Ren fucking you from behind?” I asked.
KC stroked my sides, fingers playing a song across my ribs.
“No, Ren is fucking you,” Ren snarked. “So relax.”
I was still extremely confused until two very lubed fingers slid into my hole under KC’s reawakening dick.
The way we were positioned on the stump was giving him plenty of room to work.
The extra stretch had me whimpering as my cock viciously returned to life, leaving me aching like I’d never come the first time.
It was impossible and perfect.
“Fuck, as much as I wanted it, we’ll have to work up to it,” Ren murmured. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“No, n-now!” My breath stuttered as he slid in a third finger and tears began to drip down my face.
I was riding high on pops of pure joy that burst in my brain and made my nipples and cock throb.
KC was getting harder inside me, and he shifted restlessly, his breath speeding up.
I trembled as sweat dripped off my body. I had no idea if it was mine or KC’s.
The sound of the dispenser made me squeeze on everything filling me.
“Slow,” KC said. “This is fucking good. Keep going.”
“I know. I am,” Ren replied.
KC kissed the back of my neck. “You have to relax, sweetheart.”
I nodded and rested my forehead on the stump, inhaling that woodsy scent that reminded me so much of KC. I had him in my ass and his arms around me. Another shudder worked through me as Ren brushed his fingers over my prostate. I was surrounded by the safest feeling in the world.
More fingers.
More stretching.
“I removed my Jacob’s ladder for this. Maybe in the future we can keep the piercings in, but I won’t tear you up.
We’ll have to see if it’s possible.” Ren tickled my asscheek, and I tried to wriggle away from him, but I was trapped, dicked down and unable to go anywhere. I slapped my hands on the stump.
This was the best moment of my whole fucking life.
“Mm.” I was drifting on a cloud ocean, fluffy and swaying.
KC chuckled, but it turned into a moan as Ren—who was fucking huge on his own—began to ease his dick in underneath KC’s. There was so much lube it slopped down my balls. My knees hurt, but the ache was distant and strangely added to the tension in my groin.
Drip.
Drip.
My cock was ready to erupt again. I sobbed.
All at once, Ren was in. And oh, how he was fucking in. There was an overstuffed full feeling in my gut, but Ren had taken so much time to get his dick past my ring of muscle that it didn’t actually hurt. I clawed at the wood with my fingernails as I shivered.
A small part of me wished I could see the ridiculous way we must all look with Ren on the ground slightly below KC on the stump.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I whispered on a loop.
Ren laughed, a sweet sound that echoed around the clearing.
“KC, don’t move,” he ordered. As Ren thrust, a sharp jolt of ecstasy scalded up the inside of my cock to pulse in the head.
He absolutely battered my P-spot. His entire cock slid along that pleasure button.
The push toward orgasm was so unrelenting, it was torture.
Ren didn’t go fast. I knew he was holding back because my ass wasn’t used to this, but every drag of his huge fucking cock in and out of my hole had me trembling.
Seconds later, I was squeezing on two dicks as my balls emptied and ropes of cum were pummeled from my body.
My head spun and nearby robins twittered, hopping on the ground, adding to the ethereal moment.
It was so good for so long, then abruptly stopped, draining all the tension from my body.
The orgasm left me wrung out and then some. I was crying and couldn’t stop, but I wasn’t upset—just the opposite.
Ren eased free, then KC gasped and buried his face against my neck. Ren came into view over KC’s shoulder when I glanced back. His teeth were bared. My tattooed lumberjack fucked KC so fast and hard it was as if he was trying to split him like one of the logs.
“Fuck. Coming!” KC growled. He licked my cheek and moaned. It took me a second to realize he was cleaning off my cold cum. There was a gush in my asshole—I swore I could feel him nut. KC trembled as a few tears squeezed out the corners of his eyes.
Ren slapped his ass and stumbled around to stand above me. I wheezed out a laugh as he jerked off. I strained to expose as much of my face as I could. He tossed his head back and went down on one knee to splash my face with his hot cum.
KC wasted no time and dove tongue first at my face, going to town like I was an ice cream cone. Ren studied him in fascination, not glancing away once. Or was that satisfaction?
I shuddered as KC slipped out of my ass, along with a gush of his spunk.
“I knew getting fucked by a lumberjack would be the best,” I rasped.
Ren ran his fingers through my curls. “I love you guys.”
“Yes. Love.” I was so wrecked. I tipped onto my side and huddled there.
KC snickered. “We love you, too.”
“Okay. Cold now,” I mumbled.
“It’s all right.” KC carefully lifted me into his arms and stood as if I weighed nothing. “We’ll take care of you.”
“Yeah, we got you, Kitten. We won’t let you worry about a thing.” Ren kissed the top of my head, steering clear of the mess.
After everything we’d been through, I believed them. I snuggled in and trusted that my men would always have my best interests in mind. Always keep me safe. And, of course, that meant they would always have my heart.