Epilogue #3
Boyd cups my breasts in his big, warm hands, bends his head, and takes a nipple into his mouth with a long draw, sucking deeply, sending sensations deep into my core.
Other hands caress my ass as Atlas kisses a path up to my ear and sucks gently on the sensitive lobe, and Silas kisses my shoulder, nips at my skin, and soothes it with his tongue.
I hadn’t been expecting this midday delight, but after one minute of their affection, my body is ready for what’s to come.
Boyd takes a step backward, bringing me with him as he lies down crossways on the small bed. I end up on all fours above him, my breasts dangling in his face. He looks like he’s died and gone to heaven.
A hand strokes over the curve of my backside, then grabs one of my ass cheeks and shakes, rocking my whole body. Silas.
When I hear the promising sound of a zipper, I look over my shoulder to watch him pull out his cock and stroke over its length. He tests my readiness with a finger and groans.
Standing beside the bed, he grabs onto my ass again, rubs the head of his cock in my juices, then eases inside my pussy in one long stroke.
I had an IUD inserted at my six-week postpartum checkup, and shortly after that, when I was healed, I began enjoying the feeling of taking the men skin-to-skin. As Silas withdraws, the head of his cock drags against my inner walls with a friction so satisfying, it makes me moan.
Below me, Boyd gently drags his teeth over my nipples, sucks, and licks, and my pussy gets wetter and wetter.
Atlas comes around to the other side of the bed, stands in front of me, and starts to undo his belt, his eyes fixed on me the entire time. My mouth gets nearly as wet as my pussy as he reveals his thick member, deliciously veined, already hard and dripping for me.
With a hand palming the back of my head, he feeds his cock into my waiting mouth, and then I’m connected to all three of my men in a way that brings me deep peace at the same time that it excites me and makes me needy.
Silas and Atlas fill me from both ends as Boyd, his mouth stuffed full of my breast, teases my nipples with his tongue until I can barely breathe.
He reaches down to find my clit and circles it with his thumb, and then I’m crying out around Atlas’s cock while my body throbs, every inch of me fully alive and feeling incredible.
All three men keep hold of me, supporting me as I dissolve into pure pleasure. Silas had slowed his pace, but when I catch my breath and recover, he starts to go faster and faster, until he’s pounding into me with a force that rocks the bed with each thrust, even with Boyd’s weight holding it down.
Whoever said older men are past their physical prime had no idea what they’re talking about.
From the angle he’s at, Silas hits the perfect spot inside me, and I start to come again.
Atlas pulls back, and I scream Silas’s name before I lose control.
He grips me tighter and thrusts harder, and then he goes stiff.
With a grunt, his cock starts to pulse deep inside me, filling me full, giving me everything he’s got.
He stays inside me for several seconds after his cock is no longer throbbing. When he pulls out, he folds his body over mine and rests his head on my back. He slides an arm around my middle and holds onto me like he never wants to let go.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear, filling my chest with warmth. I’ve heard it countless times now, and it’ll never get old.
“I love you, too.” I slide my arm over his and twine our fingers as we breathe together. Eventually, after the beat of his heart slows, he pulls away, marking my back with kisses as he goes.
Boyd brings me down to rest on top of him, and we kiss as his fingers soothe my flushed skin and brush my hair back from my face. He’s still fully dressed, but his cock makes itself known, pressing against me, making me eager for more.
“I want to ride you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Fuck, woman.” He mutters the words, making it sound like I’m going to be the death of him, and I laugh as he hastily opens his pants and pushes them down and out of the way.
He grips the base of his erection, aiming it toward the ceiling. I rise onto my knees and brace my hands on his shoulders so I can climb on for the ride.
The head of his swollen cock is nearly purple with arousal. Precum seeps from the tip before I make it disappear inside me. I sink down, savoring every inch, until my pelvis meets his.
Boyd lets out a tortured breath. “I’m never gonna get enough of you, babe.”
I lift my hips a few inches, then grind down on him. “I hope not.”
We go at it for a few minutes, Boyd’s hand squeezing my ass, his eyes fixed on my breasts as they bounce against his chest with my every rise and fall.
I’m dimly aware of the other men watching, even though I can’t see Silas. A few steps away, Atlas is working his cock in his hand. “Ready for more?” he asks.
Though I haven’t been part of his team as long as Silas and Boyd have, I can read a lot of Atlas’s signals now, too. I know exactly what he has in mind, and I nod eagerly.
I’ve done this a few times, so far only with Atlas and Boyd, and it’s been mindblowing.
“She’s getting wetter at the thought of it,” Boyd reports. He’s not wrong.
Atlas retrieves the bottle of lube, warms some in his hands, and starts to prepare me for what’s to come. He stretches me little by little, first with the tip of a finger, then a full digit, all while I keep riding Boyd.
When he decides I’m ready, he nudges at my back entrance with the head of his well-lubed cock.
As I pull back partway from Boyd, Atlas eases in. He and I both pause, giving me time to stretch and adjust. The feeling of fullness is incredible. The knowledge that both he and Boyd are inside me at the same time is wonderful.
When I start to move again, Boyd holds my hips and takes over. He thrusts up inside me with a rhythm that’s a perfect complement to Atlas’s. As one man pushes in, the other pulls back, over and over.
Their years of teamwork are readily apparent as they maneuver in and out of my body like the best executed mission.
From the corner of my eye, I spot Silas leaning against the wall, already hard again. I jerk my head to gesture him over, hoping he can read my silent communication, because I can no longer form words.
I can, however, wrap my lips around Silas’s cock when he comes close. I take him in deep, and then all three of my men are filling me, fucking me, making love to me. It’s more pleasure than I could have ever imagined I’d experience, but it’s about so much more than the physical sensations.
Everything we’ve been through together, and every pain and joy we’ve shared, live in this moment and flow between us, connecting us, lifting us higher, together.
Boyd groans, and it starts a chain reaction. Atlas squeezes my hip. Silas strokes my cheek. Boyd grunts as his cock starts to throb inside me. Atlas presses in, and then they’re both coming in me at the same time, filling me full.
Silas rubs his thumb over my chin, and then he’s coming, too. His cock jerks in my mouth as he shoots thread after thread of cum down my throat, and I swallow it all.
Even if I could speak, I’d have no words.
I’m full, and my heart is overflowing.
The cabin is small, and the bed is smaller, but we all share the space as we recover, our bodies tangled, hands touching. Beside me, Boyd tips my chin toward him. “I love you, Kira.”
I lean in and kiss him. “I love you, too.”
Atlas caresses my cheek and turns me in his direction. “Love you, always,” he tells me.
“And forever,” I say back.
Silas doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s there, like he always is. Like they’re all always there for me.
Through the cabin’s window, the sun is shining on the aspens as the leaves shimmer in the breeze. With that image in my mind, I close my eyes and smile, my heart brighter and more golden than all the fall colors in the forest.
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