“This is fucking hot.”
My body agreed. I came in a white-hot flame, my body shuddered and my heart rattled like a freight train.
“Oh my God,” I cried.
And as I came, Rory shot into my mouth and poured down my throat. I was helpless to stop it and didn’t want to.
“Get up on the counter, baby,” said Cole. “I’ve got to have you now.”
I swallowed hard and got another taste of Rory’s cum. He’s a vegetarian and eats a lot of fruit so it’s a bit sweet, and not sour like some cum can be. I don’t tell the other guys, but I like Rory’s taste best.
But these guys don’t seem to be worriedabout blow-jobsnow. Rory stood behind the counter facing my back, with his strong arms settled under my breasts, making my nipples point straight out. Cole licked his lips, latched onto a nipple as he pulled my legs around my waist and entered me.
I was surrounded by strong, sure, handsome men. Rory held me tight against him and Cole held my hips, sighing as he sunk deeper.
The first stroke was a gentle caress. Cole sucked my nipple sharper and I arch my back which pushed his cock against my g-spot. I squirmed, but I wanted more. Rory whispered in my ear.
“Fuck,” he cooed. “I love how your nipples harden when Cole fucks you. Yeah, baby, take his cock, all of it. Fuck him hard, hon. I want to see your breasts jiggle and your face flush red when you come.”
Could anything be sexier than a man who is a gentleman, but finds an expression for every dirty fantasy he has?
My heart races as Cole picks up the pace. Mouths suck each nipple now, and I open my eyes briefly to find Jersey on one and Tobias on the other. Rory is hard again and his cock presses into my back like a fire poker.
Oh, fuck.
I have no control over this. I’m lost to the flood of pleasure coming from each man. I murmur, insensible, how I love this, how I love them, and Cole’s pace increased and each hammer stroke reverberated through my core. Desire and need build from a smoking burn to red-hot flame. The tide of heat swept through me, as I breathed wild fire in my soul.
“Jacine!”
Cole snapped his hips hard into me and shuddered. Jersey and Tobias knew enough to pull away as Cole fell on top of me.
“Hey, baby?” I said and he looked up at me, while I swept his blond hair from his startling blue eyes.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
Which was Cole’s way of telling me he loves me.
I smiled and he kissed me one more time before Jersey pulled at his shoulder.
“Share the wealth, bro,” said Jersey in a testosterone roughed voice. I knew I’d get another ride of my life.
This might be my favorite part when each of them took me, and I came each time. Each of these men loved me with their entire hearts.
A girl just couldn’t get luckier. My only question was who used the condom with the holes?
CHAPTER TWENTY
Cole
Getting pregnant was harder than they made it look on television. All through school, what did we hear? Be careful. Use protection. Don't make little rock musicians. God, you'd think that each time we shot our load, we'd make a kid. And now? When all the red lights turned to green?
Nothing.
"It's not a thing," said Tobias. Jacine walked red-eyed from her en-suite bathroom with the pregnancy test in hand. The poor woman looked like she was about to break down.
“It’s only been three months,” said Rory. “Besides, you’ve been busy planning the wedding.”
“Yeah, well, it’s difficult to plan a wedding when you don’t know who’ll you’ll marry.” Did I hear despair in my sweet Jacine’s voice? Nope. I cannot allow that.
