Epilogue 1 #2
A warm, pearly bead of milk forms at the tip for the very first time.
Elliot’s breath catches. “Holy shit… Lee.” His voice drops. “Your tits are leaking because we bred you so deep.”
He lowers his head and seals his mouth around my nipple, sucking slow and hungry.
The first hot rush of milk hits his tongue, and he groans loudly against my skin, the sound vibrating straight through my breast.
He drinks me down greedily, deep pulls that make more milk flow for him, swallowing every drop like he’s been starving for this exact taste of what they did to my body.
“Ettie, I can’t wait to taste that creamy milk,” Jullian says. His hand tweaks my other nipple.
Julian starts to rock, slow. It burns, and he’s barely moving. He’s giving me time to stretch around him, but I don’t think all the time in the world could prepare me.
“Fuck, she’s sweet,” he says softly against my wet skin, lips shiny with my milk.
Julian’s hands stay cradled under my belly, supporting the weight of the baby they put in me while he stays buried to the hilt in my ass. “Keep drinking her, El. The second she let down, her ass clenched me so tight.”
I love it when they talk about me like I’m not here. Just using me for their pleasure. I don’t know why, but it’s so hot.
Julian rocks into me with slow, deliberate strokes. “I want to taste her.”
Elliot pulls off my nipple, lips wet and shiny. He glances over my shoulder at Julian, eyes dark.
“Open.”
I feel Julian’s mouth part against my temple without hesitation.
Elliot sucks me again. Then he leans over, one hand braced beside my head, and spits the mouthful of warm milk straight into Julian’s waiting mouth. A thin string of milk and spit stretches between them for a second before it breaks.
Julian groans low in his throat as he swallows it down, his cock throbbing hard inside my ass.
“Fuck, that was hot,” I say.
Elliot smirks. His eyes lock where Julian is rocking in and out of my ass. He hasn’t gone hard yet, but it’s coming if I want. And I fucking want it.
“Fuck taking turns,” he growls, voice raw. “I’m getting in that ass with you.”
Julian jerks hard inside me.
“Elliot… I don’t know…” My protest is weak, already fading as Julian reaches around my belly. His fingers find my swollen clit, and he starts rubbing, melting every ounce of hesitation out of me.
“You just gushed on my hand, babydoll,” Julian whispers against my ear, voice warm and full of praise. “Just let go for us. You’re doing so well already letting me use this pretty ass.”
Elliot holds his thick cock in his fist and sets the blunt, leaking head right against my already stuffed rim. “This pregnant little ass is ours. I want it stretched and ruined tonight, and you’re going to give it to me.”
Julian stills as Elliot fights against my resistance to get inside.
“Breathe for us, babydoll,” Julian murmurs. “Let daddy in next to me. We want to feel you take us both. You like it when we both give you our cum together.”
Elliot pushes forward. The pressure is intense.
I cry out, and Elliot stills and looks at me.
“Don’t fucking stop.” I mean to say it as a command, but it comes out as more of a plea.
With a cocky grin, he pushes forward. “This ass is going to swallow both our cocks, and you’re going to love every fucking inch. We already own your pussy and your womb. Need your ass next.”
He leans in and kisses me hard. I’m too dick drunk to talk back anyways. I focus on them. I’m burning, stretching, and then I’m a writhing, needy mess.
Elliot forces his way into my ass right next to Julian’s cock until I’m impossibly full, both of them buried deep inside the same tight hole.
Elliot lets out a deep, guttural groan as the last inch sinks in, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “God, I’ve never felt this good.”
Julian’s head falls back against the table, a shudder wracking through his chest. “I can feel you sliding against me inside her, El. So goddamn tight and we haven’t even started fucking her rough yet.”
“Move,” I beg, voice cracking. The stretch hurts in that sharp, perfect way, but the ache is nothing compared to the throbbing need pulsing through my pregnant body.
Julian starts first, pulling back just enough for Elliot to feel the drag, then both of them push back in together. Their thick cocks rub and grind against each other inside my overstuffed ass.
“I’m not going to last long with how good this is, baby,” Elliot warns.
Elliot’s hand slides down between my thighs, fingers finding my clit at the same time Julian’s joins in. They rub me together while their cocks keep up with a punishing rhythm. The double pressure makes my eyes roll back.
“That’s it,” Elliot growls against my ear, rubbing tighter, faster. “You’re so full of us you can barely breathe.”
The pleasure coils hard and fast.
Elliot slips two fingers in my soaked core, and I’m done. I clench down around his finger, and they twist, finding that right spot. When I come, my ass locks down around both cocks as the pleasure rips through me.
I mewl with an orgasm that slams through me harder than I ever thought possible.
“Fuck. I’m gonna fill her,” Elliot snarls.
Julian groans in agreement.
They slam in deep at the same time and unload. Thick, hot pulses of cum flood my tight channel.
Elliot’s cock jerks hard against Julian’s as they empty themselves together, until it’s overflowing and dripping out around their shafts.
Elliot kisses the side of my neck, voice soft and filthy. “Good girl… you took us so good. You’re going to stay stretched and sloppy for us for days after that pounding.”
“God, your dirty mouth is going to make me come again,” I whine, the words shaking out of me as another weak aftershock rolls through my core.
He laughs and kisses me again.
“Take a deep breath, baby,” Julian says from beneath me as he presses a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. “I’m going to pull out now.”
The slow drag as they ease out of me hurts in the best way. The pull gives me a deep, aching stretch that somehow teeters right on the edge of making me come again. Even half-hard, they still feel so thick inside me that I shake helplessly around the loss.
When they finally slip free, a hot, heavy rush of their combined cum pours out of me running down my thighs and pooling on the felt table like they really did empty buckets inside me.
“We ruined that table,” Elliot says with a dark, satisfied chuckle. He scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing, one hand automatically sliding over my belly while he cradles me against his chest.
I sigh, boneless and floating, and tuck my face into the warm, solid wall of his chest.
The upstairs bathroom isn’t fully finished yet. There are still exposed beams and unfinished floors in half the space, but the shower is heaven.
It’s massive, glass-walled, and built for three, exactly the way I wanted it. I had it done this way, dreaming of nights like this. We live with Julian, but I thought this might still be a fun place to come sometimes after we play poker.
Elliot steps straight into the shower with me still in his arms while Julian turns the water on warm.
He settles on the bench pulling me over his lap. Steam swirls around us as they hold me between them under the spray.
Julian grabs the bodywash and starts getting me soapy. I lean back against Elliot, and he washes my hair. I’m so relaxed I doze off a few times.
“You’re ours, Lee. Every inch of you. I love you so much.” His tongue swipes across my lower lip, dark eyes locked on mine. “You’re everything to us. You hear me? Everything.”
Julian kisses me. “He’s right, Ettie. You’re our whole world. My love. My partner. Now the mother of our baby and the only thing we’ll ever need. We love you so much it hurts sometimes.”
I close my eyes and melt between them under the warm water. I’m completely loved.
They’re my everything too.