“Fuck,” Ghost rasps. “Look at you taking him while you’re hanging in the air. So goddamn beautiful.”
Ash’s hand moves faster. “That’s it, baby. Let him wreck you.”
Titan pulls back and slams home again.
The chair groans louder.
Again.
Again.
Every thrust is deep, punishing, perfect.
He changes the angle just enough to drag the thick crown over my G-spot on every stroke. The wood bites into my back, but I don’t care. I can’t feel anything except him.
“Tell me who you belong to,” Titan demands, voice shredded.
“You,” I sob. “All of you—fuck—Titan?—”
Ghost leans in, mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking hard.
Ash’s fingers find my clit, rubbing fast, merciless circles. “Come on his cock while we watch,” he growls against my skin. “Do it, Bonnie. Now.”
The third orgasm detonates.
I scream, back bowing as much as the chair allows, pussy clamping down so hard Titan has to fight to keep moving.
The chair creaks dangerously. My whole body shakes, thighs trembling over the armrests, vision going white.
Titan roars, thrusts once, twice more, then stills deep inside me, pulsing, filling me.
Only when the last aftershock fades does he lower the chair, slow and careful, until the legs touch the floor again. He stays buried, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing like we just ran ten miles.
“Three,” he rasps, voice wrecked.
Ghost and Ash are already on their feet, cocks in hand, eyes dark with hunger.
Titan pulls out gently, steps back, and nods toward the bed. “Rule’s over, baby. Now we finish this properly.”
Titan lifts me out of the chair and carries me the three steps to the bed. He lays me down in the center, belly up, legs still trembling from everything they just did to me.
The three of them finally strip. Shirts hit the floor, belts clatter, boots thud. In seconds, they’re as naked as I am, cocks hard and glistening.
Ash crawls up first and settles between my thighs, but he doesn’t enter. Ghost kneels on my left, Titan on my right. All three fists wrap around their cocks, slow and synchronized.
“Look at you,” Ash whispers, eyes raking over the mess they’ve already made of me. “Covered in us. Carrying our kid. Never seen anything more perfect.”
Ghost leans down and kisses me softly and deeply. “We’re gonna paint this beautiful belly, Bonnie. Every drop is a promise.”
Titan’s huge hand splays over the swell, thumb stroking the stretched skin. “Ours,” he says simply. “Every fucking inch.”
They stroke faster.
I reach out, replacing Ghost’s hand with mine, then Titan’s, until I’m pumping two of them while Ash keeps his own rhythm, eyes locked on my face. The room fills with rough breathing, low groans, my name on three different tongues.
Ghost comes first, thick ropes striping across my breasts and collarbones. Titan follows seconds later, hot pulses landing low on my belly, over the bump, dripping down the sides. Ash groans my name like a prayer and adds his claim right over my heart.
I’m shaking again, not from another orgasm, just from the sheer weight of being wanted this much.
