“Please,” she begs.
The moment I press against her clit, she screams in pleasure. My thrusts speed up in time with Cash’s, and we go at her just like he said, from the front and back. Her head falls against my chest, and I see sweaty tendrils of hair clinging to her forehead. She’s finally been fucked into submission.
“Shit,” Cash curses. “Can’t hold on to it. Gotta cum.”
“Together,” I tell him, and he nods in agreement. Her ass tightens around my dick like she’s urging me on, and it almost steals the air from my lungs.
We thrust into her tight holes one last time, and I groan loudly at the feel of Cash’s cock pulsating against mine. He’s in her cunt, and I’m in her ass, but we’re both filling her at the same time.
I go off so hard that it makes spots dance in the corner of my vision. I’m lightheaded as I pull out of her ass and sit back on my feet to keep from passing out. Luckily, Cash is there to hold on to Willow and lower her to the floor.
“I’ll be real quick, I promise,” Cash whispers to her as he rolls her slack body over so she’s on her stomach. “So fast, Low Low. So fast.” She’s gone limp like all the fight has left her. She doesn’t move as Cash climbs on top of her and spreads her ass cheeks. “I just want my turn.”
“I think she’s passed out,” I tell him, and he turns to look back at me. I nod for him to keep going, and I see the happy glint in his eyes.
Somehow, my dick is still so fucking hard, and I can’t take my eyes off what he’s doing to her. He grabs the base of his cock and guides it to her asshole, eager to fuck it. Her tight ring is lubed up from my cum, and she doesn’t make a sound as he pops the fat head of his dick in.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Cash says to himself as he dips his cock in her ass. When he bottoms out and is tight against her, he pulls out and does it again. He might have told her he was going to be quick, but as his eyes roll back in his head, he’s letting himself enjoy it.
“Is she awake yet?” Cash asks anxiously. He thinks he’s up against a clock.
I bend down to look at Willow, her face soft with sleep. “Out cold.”
He grins and thrusts harder. “I love fucking ass when they’re passed out. They don’t talk back.”
“Let me get some,” I say, my dick hard and ready. “Before she wakes up.”
Cash pulls out and moves over to the side just enough for me to take his spot. Her asshole is primed, so when I get on top of her, I fuck her hard. He’s right: Ass fucking is so much better when they’re passed out.
“My turn,” he says, nudging me over so he can have some fun.
We go back and forth a few times, but when she starts to stir, we decide to put an end to the game.
Willow’s eyes flutter open when I scoop her up off the floor, but she stays quiet. I carry her to the bathroom, and Cash is the one who begins to clean her with a warm washcloth. The hot water of the shower and the soft pets from both of us seem to help bring her back to reality.
“You’re here,” she finally says, looking between me and Cash. “Both of you.”
“We are,” I say, cupping her cheek. “And we’re not going anywhere.”
“He’s right, Low Low,” Cash tells her. “You’re ours now, and we’re not letting you get away.”
Epilogue
WILLOW
The cabin I loved as a little girl is now a home again. The air is filled with the scent of freshly cut wood and fresh bread baking in the oven. Who knew Damien would be such a good cook?
It’s a stark contrast to the emptiness that used to greet me when I got home. Two pairs of worn-out boots sit by the front door, and a jacket hangs on the hook. All signs of life and warmth that weren't there before.
I'm so big I can barely see my feet. The boy is a kicker. Maybe it's all the protein and sugar, or maybe it's genetics. My men are huge.
Cash and Damien never let me lift a finger, which is both wonderful and annoying. They hover, circling me like wolves with a fresh kill, always touching, always wanting.
Tonight, it's both of them. I'm propped on the couch, feet in Cash's lap, and Damien sprawled on the rug. While my body has changed with the pregnancy, my desire for these men hasn't. I'm always wet now, hormones turning me into something feral and needy. Cash massages my calves, fingers kneading up to my knee, and I give a low, involuntary groan.
"Easy," Cash says, but his voice is anything but gentle. "You're getting so fucking big, little mama. You're gonna pop."
"She likes it," Damien murmurs, shifting closer to prop his chin on my thigh, eyes dark with hunger. "Don't you, baby?”
