Her free hand found Lucian’s hair, gripping the dark strands as his mouth worked higher up her thigh. One arm reaching back, tangled in my hair while I devoured her ear and neck. The other fisted forward in Lucian’s, guiding his mouth where she needed it. Holding both of us.
Percy stood at the foot of the bedroll, watching. His cock was already hard, his hand stroking it in slow passes as his eyes tracked every point of contact between the three of us.
“Fuck, love,” Percy breathed. “The way you look right now.”
Three mouths. Three pairs of hands. All focused on one woman.
Lucian’s tongue pressed flat against her clit in one long stroke that made her spine arch against my chest. He licked through her folds with commanding strokes, each one drawing more slick from her pussy, her arousal coating his chin. He sucked her clit between his lips, the suction relentless, and her thighs clamped around his head. Her grip tightened in his hair, pullinghim closer, and her other hand yanked mine, directing my palm from her hip to her breast.
I cupped her, rolling her swollen nipple between my fingers while my mouth worked the spot below her ear. “Sensitive,” I murmured against her skin. She moaned and ground back against my cock.
My cock strained against my pants, throbbing as it pressed up against her ass through the thin barrier of fabric. My hands gripped her hips tighter, grinding her down onto my lap.
“Not enough,” she gasped.
Lucian lifted her just enough for me to position myself at her entrance.
She sank down onto my cock with a wet slide that made us both groan. The reverse angle stretched her in a different way, my cock dragging along her back wall, and her pussy was drenched, clenching and pulling me deeper until I bottomed out inside her. My hands locked on her hips.
Mira started moving, lifting and dropping with increasing speed, her inner walls milking my length. Lucian knelt between her legs, his mouth returning to her clit, sucking and licking while I thrust up into her. His tongue dragged along the base of my shaft on every downstroke, lapping at the place where her pussy stretched around me, and the dual sensation of her clenching walls and his mouth made my jaw lock.
Percy knelt in front of her, face to face. His hands cupped her breasts, pushing them together, the pregnancy weight filling his palms. He slid his cock into the valley between them, the pre-cum and her sweat slicking the channel, and thrust upward while his thumbs pinched her nipples. Mira looked down at his cock sliding between her tits while she rode me and the noise she made was guttural, almost feral.
“There it is,” Percy groaned, his hips rocking in rhythm with mine. “Bouncing on his cock with my cock between your perfect tits. You’re so fucking gorgeous, love.”
Her arm was still hooked back around my neck, her fingers in my hair, using me as an anchor while Percy fucked her breasts and I fucked her pussy. I ran my tongue along the curve of her ear and she clenched around me so hard my vision whited out.
“Harder,” she told me.
I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her flesh as I drove up into her with powerful thrusts. Each one bottomed out, my balls slapping against her ass, the sound wet and obscene. Her pussy fluttered around me, milking my shaft with every descent.
Lucian’s hand replaced his mouth, fingers rubbing her clit in firm, insistent circles while Percy leaned in and captured her mouth, kissing her deep while his cock still slid between her breasts. She moaned into his kiss, pinned between the three of us.
Percy’s mouth dropped to her neck, sucking her skin while his cock thrust through the slick channel. Drops of his pre-cum beaded on her collarbone and he smeared them across her skin with his thumb, marking her.
Percy pulled back, his cock slipping free from between her breasts, and shifted to her side. His hand dipped lower to trace where my cock stretched her pussy. Feeling the slick inside her, he pushed two fingers alongside my cock.
The added stretch made her scream, her head slamming back against my shoulder. Her walls clenched around the combined fullness, her juices gushing down my shaft and soaking the bedroll beneath us.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her nails digging into my thigh behind her as she rode me faster, her pregnant belly on full display as all three of them worked her body.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I growled from below, my voice rough, all my usual restraint shattered.
Nobody stopped.
Lucian’s fingers worked her clit with unrelenting precision while Percy’s fingers thrust in time with my cock, stretching her even further. She was trembling, overwhelmed, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
“I can’t, it’s too much, I...”
“You can.” Lucian commanded. “Let go, Mira. We’ve got you.”
My hips snapped up relentlessly, pounding into her depths, my cock dragging against her sensitive walls. Percy’s thumb pressed directly on her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Lucian’s mouth found her throat, his teeth grazing the claiming mark.
Her cries grew louder, body trembling on the edge. I felt her pussy clamp down, spasming as the orgasm ripped through her. She shattered around my cock, waves of pleasure pulsing through her, soaking my length and Percy’s fingers.
“Yes, just like that,” I praised against her ear, thrusting through her climax. “Come hard for us.”
My knot swelled inside her before the aftershocks had finished rolling through her body.
