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His touch slid up my arms and across my chest so he could take big handfuls of my boobs. He pinched my nipples through my lacy lingerie and smoothed his thumb over them. “Do you know how hard I’ve been all night, getting little glimpses of these when the lights hit you just right?” His lips trailed up my neck while he worked to free my tits from my top. He got the knotted halter neck undone, and my boobs fell free and heavy into his hands.
I’d never been small there. I wasn’t small anywhere, with plenty of curves and thick thighs and a jiggly ass.
I hadn’t always loved myself, but I’d found three men who did.
Four if you counted Scythe’s alter ego, Vincent.
Scythe rubbed his thumbs over my nipples some more, eliciting a little gasp of pleasure because pregnancy had made them super sensitive. He caught my pleasure with his lips, kissing me until I gave in to this happening, just like he’d known I would.
I could never resist them. Any of them. At any time. Even on my most exhausting nights, one soft kiss, one dirty look, and I was throwing aside any plans for a Golden Girls binge.
Scythe got shitty if I watched that without him anyway.
His tongue prodded my lips, and I opened for him, the kiss deepening until I gripped the sides of his face and held him tight to me.
He groaned, and I pulled away only to have War claim my mouth. He stood behind Scythe, sandwiching him between us. Scythe dropped his head back on War’s shoulder while War and I kissed, tongues moving together in a practiced rhythm we’d done so many times before.
By the time we broke apart, he had Scythe’s black work pants undone and his underwear halfway down his ass so he could jerk Scythe’s cock from behind.
Another round of heat surged through me. I loved when the two of them touched each other. Could literally sit there and watch them with popcorn if they didn’t always end up dragging me into it too. They were both so strong and sexy, and everything about the two of them together turned me on.
Nash knew it too. He mirrored War’s position, coming in behind me and dragging my panties down my thighs.
“You’re wet,” he murmured in my ear. “Your panties are soaked.”
“She’s always horny when I’m around.” Scythe’s hips jerked lightly with every pump War gave of his cock.
“She’s always suffocated by your ego when you’re around,” I sassed him back before War shut me up by claiming my lips again.
Nash found my clit and started up a slow, torturous pace that set the ball of nerve endings on fire. I kissed War back while reaching behind me for Nash’s fly. With his help, I freed his cock.
He was the biggest of the three, though none were a slouch in the dick department. The size of him no longer bothered me though. I’d had all of them in every part of me. Not one of them had ever caused me any pain. They knew me. They knew my body and the things I liked. None of them ever took without giving me a hundred times more first.
Nash’s dick moved between my legs, not pushing inside my opening but coating himself in the arousal building there. Every rub of my clit had me wetter and wetter, and he ground his dick back and forth, torturing us both until I was mewling, begging one of them to give me more.
“I need someone inside me,” I groaned. “Quit torturing the horny pregnant woman.”
I reached down between me and Scythe and covered War’s hand with my own. Together we guided him to my entrance, teasing his head in my wet warmth until he surged his hips forward. War and I got our hands out of the way so Scythe could sink inside me.
The relief was nearly instant. Him filling me in the place I so desperately needed him. Scythe fucked me slow, pulling one of my knees up, so he could get deeper inside me while standing. He was thick and hard, stretching me so perfectly little moans of ecstasy escaped my lips.
I held on to him, digging my nails into the solid muscle of his back because I knew he got off on a bit of pain.
“Your pussy is so sweet, Bliss,” he whispered in my ear. “So fucking tight and warm.”
War kissed his neck. “Much like your ass.”
Both Scythe and I groaned at War’s dirty words.
Scythe reached behind him, his arm moving rapidly, telling me he was jerking War off. “Fuck me,” he groaned to War. “I need you in me while I’m in her.”
But War slowed him down, stepping backward. “Let me get some lube.”
In a sex club, we had copious amounts of the stuff. There were tubes of it on every other surface. War grabbed the closest one and coated his cock in thick, slippery gel.
Then with a wink at me, tossed the tube to Nash.
Nash’s tongue licked up my neck, and he nuzzled in there, his free hand coming around the front to rest lightly on my throat. “You want that, Bliss? Can you take both of us still?”