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“Ahhhh—”

She was so damn tight with the anal plug inside of her that I had to pause. I glanced down when I pulled back to see my cockcovered in her arousal. I took a steady breath before I brutally slammed back inside of her, pushing through all the tight tissue.

“Fuck, I wish you could see how beautiful you look,” I groaned before pulling back, ensuring I never fully left her tight pussy.

I was lost in the world of pleasure between the feel of her beautiful cunt and the dull constant vibrations from her asshole. I thrust forward again and again, taking her more savagely as I moved faster. If the table hadn’t been bolted to the floor, it would have been shoved across the room.

“Give it to me, Mariya, cum on my cock,” I said, driving into her hard enough to smack against the butt plug.

It wasn't enough that she had coated me from tip to root with her pussy. I needed her cream all over me. I moved my hands to her thighs pressing down on them as I started to pummel her with deep thrusts. When she shattered her mouth opened but no sound came out.

“Fuck-kkk, yes,” I groaned, thrusting deep and hard inside her, shuddering as her pussy began milking me for my seed.

I held myself inside her as my cum sprayed her insides, each jerk and twitch releasing some more, filling her up. I closed my eyes enjoying the combination of her fluttering pussy and vibrating ass. She groaned and released the metal bars, her hands falling on the table.

I fucked her slowly in the hope to push my cum deeper and when I eventually pulled out I saw my cum about to leak out of her. I quickly caught it and shoved it back inside of her using two fingers, feeling the plug inside her. Her pussy clenched my fingers and she gave a pitiful weak moo.

Even though I was drained, literally, I reached for the remote to turn the plug off. I took my time fingering her cum filledpussy. By the time we recovered, it would be milking and seeding time.

Chapter 20

Mariya

“Why do we need so much? We aren't far from the beach,” Rurik said with a frown but nodded to Maksim to grab the second bag.

“There are nappies, wipes, water, cotton wool, cream, a changing mat, snacks, change of clothes, towels—” Orla said, rattling off the list.

“Okay, okay,” Maksim said abruptly, cutting her off. “How hard can it be?”

Orla glared at him but I chuckled at the trio who were taking Alexei and Tatiana to the beach. Rurik held Tatiana while Artyom held Alexei, and Maksim left to hold the bags.

“Do you want me to show you how to open the pram again?” Orla said tightly.

“No, we can figure out how to operate a simple stroller,” Maksim snapped at her.

Those two needed to fuck or fight, probably both.

I held Orla’s arm in case she went for him. Rurik moved in to kiss my cheek while Tatiana wrapped her arm around my neck. I kissed her before moving to kiss Alexei. They both looked excited to go to the beach.

“Be good for Daddy,” I said to them, waving as they headed towards the black SUV.

“They won't last,” Orla said through clenched teeth since she was smiling for the sake of the twins as she waved at them.

“They might. There are three grown-ass men, and the beach is five minutes away,” I said optimistically.

“Exactly,” Orla said with a grin. “I hope Alexei takes a leak on Maksim’s face.”

“Why don't you two just fuck and get it over with? The tension is killing me,” I said, grinning when my words earned me a glare.

“How about you tell me what you two get up to in the basement, and I will think about it?” she said with a sly look.

After ‘breeding season’ was over, I moved into the master bedroom, but we still went to the basement daily for some fun ‘milking’ time. After three weeks, we settled into a routine, and today, while the men had the children, we were looking at wedding dresses.

“Will you be my matron of honour?” I asked, hoping to distract her.

Her eyes widened, and she screamed. The remaining men glanced at us, looking for danger, but relaxed when there was none.

“Yes! I would love to…wait, you won't have any bridesmaids,” she said with a frown.