Chapter 4
FOUR
Rhett
She looks like an angel when she’s asleep.
I stand in the doorway of her bedroom, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin fabric of her camisole. The soft glow from the hallway spills across her face, highlighting the curve of her cheek, the flutter of her eyelashes, the parted softness of her lips.
She looks peaceful. Innocent. Completely vulnerable.
And she's ours.
Lane appears beside me, his presence solid and steady. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. We've been planning this moment since she gave us permission hours ago.
I move first, crossing the room silently and settling onto the edge of her bed. The mattress dips slightly beneath my weight, but Esmeralda doesn't stir. Her breathing remains deep and even.
My hand reaches out almost of its own accord. I trace the curve of her collarbone with my fingertips, marveling at how soft her skin is. How warm.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper. "So sweet. You have no idea what you do to us, do you?"
She doesn't answer, of course. She's lost in sleep, her body relaxed and trusting.
My gaze drops to her breasts. They're still swollen beneath her camisole, the fabric stretched tight across her chest. I can see the outline of her nipples, hard and prominent even in sleep.
Lane only drained one breast. The other is still full.
I slide my hand higher, cupping the weight of her untouched breast through the fabric. It's heavy and warm in my palm, and when I squeeze gently, I feel the firmness of the milk trapped inside.
Esmeralda makes a soft sound in her sleep. Not quite a moan, but close.
My cock twitches.
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to take care of you now. Just like I promised."
Carefully, I slip the strap of her camisole down her shoulder, then lower. The fabric slides away, baring her breast to the dim light.
Fuck.
Her breast is enormous. Swollen and ripe, the skin stretched taut. Her areola is dark and wide, her nipple distended and already glistening with a bead of milk.
I lower my head and close my mouth over her nipple.
The taste of her milk explodes across my tongue, sweet and warm and utterly intoxicating. I groan against her skin, my hand coming up to cup her breast and squeeze.
More milk flows into my mouth, thick and creamy, and I swallow greedily.
Esmeralda stirs slightly. Her head turns on the pillow, but her eyes remain closed. Her lips part, and a soft, breathy sound escapes her.
I suck harder, using my teeth to scrape lightly over her nipple. The pressure triggers another letdown, and suddenly I'm drinking in earnest, my mouth working rhythmically while my hand kneads her swollen flesh.
"Jesus," Lane mutters from somewhere behind me. "She tastes that good?"
"Better," I manage between swallows. "Fucking incredible."
I bite down gently on her nipple, and Esmeralda makes a louder sound this time. Her back arches slightly, pressing her breast more firmly into my mouth.
My cock is rock-hard now, straining against my pants. The ache is almost unbearable, but I'm not done with her yet.
Behind me, I hear the rustle of fabric. I glance back to see Lane moving toward the foot of the bed.
"I'm going to get her ready," he says quietly. His hands settle on Esmeralda's knees, and he spreads her legs carefully.
I return my attention to her breast, sucking harder now. My tongue swirls around her nipple, teasing the sensitive tip before I bite down again.
More milk sprays into my mouth. I drink it down, my free hand sliding up to pinch her other nipple through the fabric of her camisole.
Lane's voice is rough when he speaks. "Fuck, Rhett. You should see her pussy."
"Tell me."
"She's already wet. Soaking wet. Her panties are drenched."
I groan against Esmeralda's breast.
"I'm taking them off," Lane continues. There's a brief pause, then the sound of fabric sliding down her legs. "Christ. She's perfect."
I pull off her nipple just long enough to glance down. Lane has pushed her skirt up around her waist, and Esmeralda is now completely bare from the waist down.
Her thighs are parted, her pussy exposed to the dim light. Even from here, I can see the shine of arousal on her folds.
Lane settles between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs. "I need to taste her."
"Do it."
He lowers his head, and Esmeralda makes a soft, whimpering sound as his tongue makes contact.
I return to her breast, sucking hard while Lane devours her pussy. The sounds of his mouth working between her legs—wet and obscene—fill the room.
"She's so fucking wet," Lane mutters. "Her clit is swollen. I've never seen a prettier pussy in my life."
I bite down on Esmeralda's nipple again, and she moans. Her hips shift restlessly, pressing against Lane's mouth.
"She's so warm," Lane continues, his voice thick with arousal. "Slick. Ready to be bred."
My cock jerks at his words.
Lane lifts his head just enough to speak. "I need inside her. Now."
"Then fuck her."
There's the sound of a zipper, then the rustle of fabric. Lane positions himself between her legs, and I watch as he lines his cock up with her entrance.
He pushes in slowly. Esmeralda's mouth opens in a silent gasp, her back arching. But her eyes remain closed.
"Fuck," Lane groans. "She's so tight. So fucking wet."
He starts moving, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust draws a soft sound from Esmeralda's throat.
I continue sucking on her breast, draining the last of the milk while Lane fucks her. My free hand slides down to palm my cock through my pants, the pressure almost enough to make me come right there.
"Rhett," Lane says, his voice strained. "I can't... I can't wait. I'm going to come. And I want to come with you. Both of us spraying cum into her fertile womb at the same time. I need you inside her, too."
I pull off her nipple and look down at him. His jaw is tight, his eyes dark with lust.
"Now?" I ask.
"Now."
I don't need to be told twice. I stand and strip quickly, my cock springing free.
It's hard and leaking, the head flushed dark with need.
I can feel it throbbing, radiating heat like a furnace.
Just drinking from her breast has made me hornier than a teenager watching his first porno.
All I want is ti bury myself inside her soft, needy cunt and feel her clenching around my aching cock.
Lane slows his thrusts but doesn't pull out. "Use lube. We need to stretch her first."
I grab the bottle from the nightstand and slick my fingers. Then I kneel beside Lane and press one finger carefully against Esmeralda's entrance, alongside his cock.
She's so tight that even just my finger feels like too much.
But then she relaxes slightly, and my finger slides in.
"Good girl," Lane murmurs. "That's it. Take it."
I add a second finger, scissoring them carefully to stretch her. Esmeralda makes a soft, broken sound, her hips shifting.
"She's so fertile," Lane groans. "My cock feels so warm inside her. Her pussy is ripe. I can feel it. We're going to knock her up."
The words send a shiver through me. I add a third finger, and Esmeralda's body opens for me.
"She's ready to take me," I say. "Let's do this."
Lane pulls back slightly, giving me room. I slick my cock with lube, then position myself at her entrance.
It takes effort. She's stretched around Lane's cock already, and adding mine feels impossible at first. But then the head of my cock breaches her entrance, and Esmeralda cries out.
"Fuck," I groan. "She's taking us both."
Slowly, carefully, I push deeper. Esmeralda's body trembles beneath us, her hands fisting in the sheets. Finally, I'm fully seated inside her. My cock is pressed tightly against Lane's, both of us buried deep in her hot, wet pussy.
"Now we need to move," Lane orders.
We start slow, our hips rocking in unison. Each thrust draws a soft, whimpering sound from Esmeralda.
"She's so tight," I groan. "So fucking perfect. I can't believe a pussy can feel like this."
Lane's hand slides up to grip her hip. "Imagine her belly swollen. Imagine her tits even bigger than they are now, full of milk for the baby we put inside her."
I thrust harder. "She'll be glowing, pregnant with our baby, walking around the house with a massive bump. Our milky babysitter."
"We're going to fill her until she is dripping," Lane says, his voice rough. "Fill her womb with our seed. She'll wake up dripping with cum, and our seed will already have taken root inside her."
Esmeralda stirs, her eyelids fluttering. For a moment, her gaze meets mine, hazy and unfocused.
"Rhett?" she whispers. "Oh my god, my pussy has never been stretched like this. I am filled to the brim. It feels amazing."
"Shh," I soothe, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart. We're taking care of you. You asked for this, remember?"
Her eyes close again, but her body responds to us, her hips lifting to meet our thrusts.
"She's close," Lane says. "I can feel her getting tighter."
I reach down and circle her clit with my thumb. Esmeralda cries out, her body arching.
"Come for us," I order. "Let us feel that pretty pussy squeeze our cocks."
She does. Her orgasm hits hard, her pussy clenching rhythmically around both of us.
It's too much. And neither of us can hold onto our control when her cunt is milking us like a machine. I feel my own release building, and then I'm coming, spilling deep inside her. Lane groans and follows a second later, his cock pulsing against mine as he fills her.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us buried inside her, our cum mixing together in her womb. I can feel the aftershocks in her pussy as it tries to clench around our cock, tries to keep us inside her pretty cunt all night.
As good at the idea of filling her all night sounds, I have an early shift tomorrow, so I pull out carefully. Cum leaks from her entrance, and Lane groans at the sight. He does the same seconds later, creating a waterfall of semen that pours down her freshly-fucked pussy.
"This is a sight to behold," he murmurs. "Our sexy little vixen, asleep with her massive breasts leaking milk and her cunt leaking our seed. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen."
I caress her breasts, feeling her nipples hardening under my touch.
"She's so fucking responsive, even in her sleep. I want to keep milking and breeding her, just to hear the sounds she'll make," I say.
"She's addictive," Lane agrees. "But we need to let her body get used to us. We need to let her rest so she can feed and take care of Nora and Noah tomorrow."
My cock is still buzzing with electric sparks and unspent tension. But I know Lane is right.
Esmeralda is already drifting back to sleep, her body utterly spent.
I pull the blanket over her gently, then lean down to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Sleep well, sweetheart," I whisper. "We'll be here when you wake up."