Chapter Forty-One
HUNTER
Coby really did make a beautiful bride. And as it turned out, so did I.
Our wedding was small and intimate, with only Abel, Effie, and Ocean as witnesses.
This came two months after Coby and Ocean’s glamorous—and completely fake—wedding, with an even faker priest performing in front of the entire Fola.
And what a performance it was.
The only thing real about it had been our vows to one another.
Of course, all it would take to uncover our duplicity was for someone to look for the nonexistent marriage record between them. Ocean was confident that no one would ever think to since his family had seen them marry with their own eyes.
As for my secret, legal marriage to Coby, Ocean bribed a judge to seal the record, so no one would ever find proof of it either. If anyone ever went digging, we could simply say there must have been some mix-up at the court.
Word had gotten around about our unconventional relationship, so there had been plenty of whispers, but no one dared let the new Boss of the Fola hear them. People were far more scandalized by the undoing of Malcolm Kilpatrick and the fact that Ocean had left him alive to wish he were dead.
Malcolm would live to break the vicious cycle he promised Ocean would continue with his own son one day.
So Ocean chose another path. He chose to keep him alive, but it was far from an act of mercy.
It was unheard of for a former Boss to survive his succession, and it left us all vulnerable to Malcolm seizing control again, so after the attack, Ocean had plucked out his father’s remaining eye, cut out his tongue, and taken out his ears so that the man could never see, speak, or hear anything ever again.
Malcolm Kilpatrick became nothing more than a brutal reminder of the past.
Effie was delighted.
“My feet are killing me,” Coby groaned as soon as we climbed inside the Bentley Mulsanne, this one a grand limo.
She kicked off her white heels and wiggled her freshly pedicured toes at Ocean.
She already knew not to point them my way.
Wife or not, bestie or not, I didn’t do feet.
Ocean chivalrously took Coby’s small foot in his hand and began massaging it.
“Are we really spending our honeymoon on a yacht?” she asked him, then perked a brow. “Just how rich are you?”
I raised my brows in interest while Ocean laughed. “Rich enough to buy your own if you like,” he offered smoothly.
Coby giggled, and then the two of us made eye contact. When I nodded, she pulled her foot from his grip and climbed into his lap. “We don’t give a shit how much money you have. We just want you.” Coby pulled his shirttail out of his pants and slowly began undoing the buttons.
“We’ll be at the docks soon,” Ocean weakly protested when she started dry-humping him. He responded by thrusting his hips up, fucking her back through their clothes.
“Then you better make us both come fast,” I told him.
Ocean’s heated gaze became even more intense when he saw I was already shedding my wedding dress. It was a short, tight, strapless, asymmetrical dress with a long side train.
It looked fucking fire on me, especially with my hips, which weren’t as wide as before I started training with Abel, but I still had most of my curves, thank God.
I was just a lot more toned now. My dress, however, had pissed Ocean off so much when he discovered just how tight it was around my middle that he cursed me out for twenty minutes straight.
Knowing he didn’t get to fuck me in them often, I kept my heels on.
Coby climbed off Ocean’s lap and knelt between his legs, loosening his belt buckle while Ocean’s lips sought mine. I met him halfway for a kiss that was all tongue and very little inhibition.
It was the kind fueled by passion alone, without technique or thought. It was about leaving a mark and giving as much of yourself as possible while using only this small part of you.
Ocean groaned, and I knew Coby had him in her mouth now.
Breaking the kiss to watch, I snuck my hand between my thighs while Ocean was distracted by Coby’s pink lips stretching to accommodate him.
Our husband was palming the back of her head, and she was eagerly bobbing her head up and down in his lap, slowing here and there to take him deeper down her throat.
“God, wife,” I moaned. My hips lifted from the seat as I played with my pussy. “You look so fucking sexy. You’re going to make me come.”
Unable to stand watching anymore, I climbed off the seat to join her.
In tune with one another, Coby released him with a pop, her brown eyes glossy and a long wet strand of saliva and pre-cum connecting them for half a second more before she wiped it away. I quickly replaced her mouth with my own, feeling his hands in my hair next as I deep-throated him.
“Goddamn,” Ocean moaned. “Suck that dick, baby.”
I heard the rustle of clothing, and then Coby returned. Back and forth, we took turns being choked by our man’s dick. It was Coby’s turn when Ocean finally lost control and came, spilling his load in her mouth.
Releasing him, she immediately turned to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her closed lips hard against mine until I parted them for Ocean’s cum.
I could feel some of the thick fluid transferring to my tongue as Coby kissed me deeply, and when we eventually pulled away, I held her gaze, and she held mine as we swallowed his cum.
“Fuck.”
Coby and I looked over at Ocean and saw his hand stroking his dick. He was already hard again at the sight of us swapping his load. Releasing himself, Ocean carefully lifted me from the floor and gently laid me on the seat.
There was nothing soft or tender about what came next.
Ocean was between my thighs, throwing my legs over my shoulder and shoving inside me before I could even blink.
We held each other’s gazes as I held onto the back of my legs, holding myself open for him as he served me nothing but long, hard dick. “Please,” I choked out as he moved inside me. “Please, please, please…”
Just as I thought I’d go insane from all the pleasure, Coby was suddenly there to balance me out again, throwing her leg over my head. I released my legs to make room for her as she lowered herself onto my face.
I wasted no time licking my wife’s sweet little pussy.
Below her, I was still being pounded into the seat by Ocean, who was fucking me even harder now. I couldn’t see him anymore, but knew he was watching us.
“Oh, God, Huuuunter!” Coby’s nails dug into the seat as she held herself above me.
My tongue eagerly lapped at her pussy, not wanting to waste a single drop.
The taste of her and Ocean together in my mouth was indescribable.
Coby’s pussy gushed as we came together, but I didn’t take my mouth from her until she was forced away by Ocean.
I was too sated to do more than watch as he tossed her to the floor and mounted her.
His hand was a vise grip on the back of Coby’s neck when he lined up his dick, streaked with angry veins from behind.
Coby’s face was turned toward me, her soft cheek pressed to the floor, so I saw the anticipation on her face just before he pushed inside.
Pulling back, Ocean gave a sharp flex of his hips, entering her again and making Coby claw at the floor.
But there was no running from this.
I should know. I tried.
I never thought I could feel this way about anyone, and then Coby came along, followed by Ocean.
He held my wife and best friend still for the onslaught of pleasure he unleashed on her.
Suddenly, my fingers were buried in my pussy as I sat up to face them. The movement caught Ocean’s attention, and the hunger in his eyes grew as he watched me play with my pussy. I already knew what he would say.
“What did I tell you about that?” he scolded me.
Pulling my fingers out to daringly tease my swollen clit, I held his stare. “But I want to squirt for you.”
“Do it, and our wife won’t get to come,” he warned with a grunt.
Coby was no doubt tightening around him.
My toes curled against the seat as I felt another orgasm rise. I didn’t want Coby to be punished, but I wasn’t sure I could stop it. The two of them were addicting to watch.
Watching Ocean and Coby fuck had quickly become my favorite pastime. Even when I closed my eyes, the sounds they made as they dug inside her pushed me closer to the edge.
“Oh fuck!” I cried when my clit began to throb. My ass clenched while my thighs widened even more as I rubbed furiously at the little bundle of nerves. “Yes, yes, fuck her good…don’t stop…oh, God…”
Dammit.
I was going to come.
“Hunter, please!” Coby choked out when she realized how close I’d let myself get to the edge. She was close, too, but I knew Ocean finishing inside her was what she wanted most of all.
I growled in frustration and snatched my hand away just in time.
Ocean pulled out, and my heart stopped. I thought I pushed him too far until he flipped Coby on her back and entered her again.
I sagged against the seat.
“You gonna have my baby?” I heard him ask her as he slowed his pace to stare into her eyes.
As predicted, those words sent Coby over the edge.
She threw her head back and came, her orgasm triggering Ocean’s, who told her how much he loved and needed her as he flooded her pussy.
“There you go, mo aingeal. Take it all, sweet thing.” There was so much cum that when he finally pulled out, his seed began spilling out of Coby, so he promptly scooped it up and pushed it back in with two fingers while kissing and whispering sweet nothings to her.
I wasn’t aware of my hand moving until it rested on my growing belly.
I knew, most of all, that Coby was having mixed feelings about me being pregnant.
She was excited to be an aunt, but had understood more than ever how it had felt to watch them get married, with me stuck on the sidelines—even if it had been a sham wedding.
To everyone who didn’t matter, only she was his wife. Only our inner circle knew the truth. I held that knowledge close to my heart because the truth was all that mattered. I was theirs, and they were mine.
Irrevocably.
Forever.
And now, we are having a baby.
Ocean pulled away from her, his long dick semi-hard and covered in our juices when he rolled onto his back next to her. His eyelids were low when he looked across the small space at me, his hand reaching for his dick and slowly stroking the length back to life.
No words were needed when I went to him.
He was fully hard by the time I squatted with one hand on my thigh to steady me inside the moving limo and my other hand around his dick. Lining up my pussy with his long pole, I slowly seated myself.
“All the way down,” he ordered when I started to feel full halfway down.
I gave him a cutting look, and he gave me one right back.
“You can do it, bestie,” Coby sleepily mumbled with her eyes closed.
Knowing Ocean wasn’t playing, I sank lower until my fat, round ass met his solid thighs, and every inch of him was buried inside of me. We both moaned at the feeling. “Like that?”
He gave my ass a slap, making it wobble. “Hell yeah.”
Planting my hands on his chest and keeping my heeled feet on the ground, I slowly began bouncing on his dick, loving the feel of our skin slapping together with each downstroke.
Coby had regained her energy and sat up to suckle at my sore nipples. The bite of pain mixed with pleasure made me clench around Ocean, who let out a tortured groan.
“Coby, sweetheart,” Ocean pleaded when she kept teasing my nipples, and my pussy consequently strangled his dick tighter and tighter.
“Fuck, this dick feels so good,” I moaned as I bounced harder and faster. Coby’s mouth traveled to my neck, and I turned my head, our lips and tongues tangling immediately. “God, I love you,” I whispered between kisses. “Thank you for being my family.”
We’d always said ‘I love you’ before as friends, but it had taken on a different meaning now. One that we couldn’t hide from.
Coby broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, her gaze hopeful as she searched mine. A moment later, a huge grin broke out on her face. “Ride or fucking die, bestie. I love you, too.”
With Coby’s help, I rode our husband until I came. Sensing that Ocean was about to erupt, I slapped my wife’s ass and climbed off our man’s dick. “Go get it, bestie.”
I wanted Coby to have as much of his cum as she needed until her belly was round and full like mine. Ocean was already sitting up and reaching for her when she mounted him while I curled up next to them and tried not to fall asleep.
Our collective baby was wearing me out already.