Page 83 of Single Mom's Secret Diary

My cry echoes under the high ceilings, but Wyatt doubles down, pressing into me harder, digging deeper for the other spot he likes to toy with. His mouth descends, sucking on my clit until I’m wriggling, trying to break free. Or trying to find another peak, I'm not so sure, but I feel absolutely out of control.

Two sets of hands find my shoulders, pressing me back, fondling my breasts, slipping fingers into my mouth until I’m on the verge again.

This one is like an explosion. My vision grows dark and bright lights burst behind my eyes.

When I come back to, all three sets of hands are stroking my flesh softly.

Until I catch my breath.

The trembling in my limbs won’t stop, but I don’t imagine I’ll get the time to fully recover for a long, long while.

Wyatt gathers me up again, and Ezra is behind me. It takes them a few seconds to position me just right for Wyatt to slide himself into my overheated and swollen pussy. Ezra guides himself into my ass, and the stretched, full sensation makes me weightless.

Makes me lose all track of time. Of reality. Of anything outside of this tiny bubble encompassing the four of us.

Before I know it, we’ve moved into the living room. They keep changing positions, taking me in turns and giving me so many orgasms that I’ve lost count.

Wyatt is hammering into my ass as Ryder strokes my back, his cock twitching in my core as Wyatt bucks and comes. Filthywords spill into my ear as he spills into me. His retreat is slow, but once he steps out of the way, Ezra is back.

It doesn’t take long for him to come, too, and Ryder minutes after. They recover like that, stuffed inside me, all of us breathing heavily.

I moan weakly, murmuring, “God, I’ve missed this.”

We laugh together, groaning in unison as it makes me squeeze around them.

Wyatt appears with a glass of water, and I guzzle it down like I’m dying of thirst.

“Thank you.” I brush my hand across his face as he plants a kiss on me.

Ryder snuggles me down against his chest with a sigh of relief. “So, what do you think? Snack break?”

I laugh and nod. “Then do it all over again?”

I get three groaning yeses as a response.

Once I’m on my feet and my men are preparing to feed me, I give them a naughty, secretive smile.

“You know, we’re going to have to make use of this time before life gets busy again.”

Ezra laughs. “You mean busier than having a teenage son and a four-year-old daughter who puts the Energizer Bunny to shame?”

I bite my lip and wait. It takes a few seconds before I have all of their undivided attention.

“Yes. Busier than that.” My hand lowers to cup my flat stomach as I meet each of their gazes. Then, I raise my brow in challenge.

“Really?” Wyatt asks, his eyes lighting up. He’s, surprisingly, one big softie as a dad. Maybe because Bridgette looks just like him. That red hair is hard to deny.

“Yes, really. Round three. We’re having another baby.”