I wail, “Fuck, yes, paint my belly, Titan, mark me!” He pulls out, cum jetting hot across my skin. I laugh, breathless. “Messy bastard, I love it.”
Ghost shifts, long cock nudging my entrance. “Gonna fuck you senseless,” he says, sliding in smooth.
I wrap my legs around him. “Senseless is the goal, Ghost, rail me.”
Ash feeds me his cock. “Suck me, sweetheart,” he says.
I swallow him deep, moaning, as Titan’s fingers find my clit, rubbing slow. “Keep coming for us,” he says.
I pull off Ash, gasping. “Planning on it, keep up, boys.”
Ghost’s thrusts turn punishing, sweat dripping onto my breasts. “So fucking perfect,” he says, biting my shoulder.
I rake nails down his back. “Bite harder, Ghost, I want teeth marks for days.”
My third orgasm builds, wild and searing. “Let it rip, baby,” Ash says, cock swelling in my mouth.
I scream around him, pussy clenching, climax tearing through. Ghost pulls out, cum spilling across my thighs. “Fuck, Bonnie,” he groans.
Ash takes his place, cock sliding in, thick and curved. “Gonna fill you up,” he says, hips slamming.
I lock ankles behind his back. “Do it, Ash, breed me again.”
Ghost’s hand cups my breast, Titan’s lips on my neck. “Come again, Bonnie,” Titan says, fingers on my clit, and I shatter, pussy milking Ash, keening wail echoing through the cabin.
“Ours forever,” Ash says, cum jetting inside me, hot and pulsing.
I collapse, laughing through gasps, cum and sweat binding us. “Round two in ten minutes?” I tease, voice wrecked.
They growl in unison, hands gentle now, love in every touch. I grin, utterly ruined and utterly theirs.
Ghost stretches along my side, arm draping over my waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. Titan shifts to the foot of the bed, head on my shin, rough hand resting warm on my ankle. The cabin smells of sex and pine, the air thick, our mingled scents clinging to the sheets.
Ash’s lips brush my temple, soft, tasting salt, his beard scratching gently. “You’re fucking incredible,” he murmurs, voice hoarse.
I can hear their heartbeats slowing. Feel their breathing evening out.
This is mine. This moment, these men, this feeling of being completely and utterly wanted.
“That was—” I start.
“Better than last time,” Titan finishes.
“Way better.” I trace circles on Ash’s chest. “Gets better every time.”
Ghost huffs a quiet laugh against my shoulder. “Good. Because we’re going to do it again.”
“Later,” Ash says. “Let her rest first.”
“I’m pregnant, not broken.”
“Still.” His hand slides over my stomach, palm flat against skin that will eventually swell with new life. “We’re taking care of you now.”
Ghost’s hand joins Ash’s, covering mine where it rests on my belly. Then Titan’s, rough and warm and sure.
All four of us. Connected.
“We’re really doing this,” I whisper. “Raising a baby together.”
