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They’d wanted to make sure she’d be ready for it.
In the four weeks since she’d moved in with them—technically officially the day after Felicity’s attack, even though it’d taken them a week to get her stuff moved—she’d never been happier and didn’t regret her decision for a second.
She was also having fun discovering all the ways she could make Davis give her a full-on smile.
Most of them usually occurred with his cock buried somewhere in her body, but she was fine with that.
She’d also given the men her opinion about what their mom had revealed to her, from a woman’s point of view. Mel got it, now that she had two men. She could see why Alana had told her about Parker herself.
And the men, while still angry, had chosen to forgive their parents. There’d been plenty of tearful conversations with them as their parents went through photo albums and now told them stories they hadn’t heard before, or had only heard half the story.
Parker had absolutely been devoted to the babies, and they even broke out an old VHS tape that had been taken when the men were a week old, a video taken by a friend of the three of them with the babies.
Parker even sounded like Davis.
It was the only video they had of the man, the only record of his voice.
And when Mel had looked and seen Davis actually crying as he watched it, he’d let her hold him tightly, soothing him as he asked them to play it several times for him.
“Now we can get to the fun, Sir,” she told him, ruffling his hair.
It only annoyed him a little now, him growing used to her playful ways.
They headed to Davis’ room, which was actually “their” room now. Only twice had Davis needed to retreat to Kirby’s old bed, each time after stressful days at work spent out in the field at the mining ops.
Felicity had been released on bail and promptly put back in jail six hours later, her bail revoked, when she showed up at Mel’s work an hour after her release, in violation of the restraining order against her. Apparently she’d discovered where Mel lived by waiting for Mel to get her car that Saturday, and then followed her to her apartment. Not being able to do anything in the daytime, she’d come back later, when it was dark, after Mel had returned from Alana and Jonas’ house and after Alana had left.
Davis stood and reached around, playfully swatting Mel on the ass with his bare hand. “We’ll be right there. Go take out the plug and get a towel and the lube.”
She was in bed and ready when they joined her. They quickly stripped and Davis got the vibrator ready before he stretched out on the bed. “You know where I want you,” he said. “Don’t make me tell you.”
She grinned, slowly impaling herself on his ready cock, leaning in to kiss him while he slid the vibrator in between them.
Behind her, Kirby sheathed his cock in a condom and lubed himself, pressing the head of his cock against her ass and slowly working it into her.
“Yesss,” she hissed, her eyes falling closed.
“Look at me,” Davis said.
She forced her eyes open, staring down at him.
“Keep them open, baby. I want to see you feel this.”
Something else Davis was getting a lot better about. With her living with them, he was actively working on making eye contact with her, knowing how much she loved it when he did.
The two of their cocks stretched her, almost beyond the point she thought she could take it. It wasn’t like having the butt plug in her while one of them fucked her, it was different, fuller, the slight pinching burn making her pleasure that much stronger.
Once Kirby was all the way inside her, he kissed the back of her neck. “Start moving, baby. This is all yours now.”
Davis turned the vibrator on low, and she immediately exploded. Just the little extra bit of help was all she’d needed.
Her body squeezed both cocks inside her, a loud, long cry escaping her as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
Below her, Davis smiled up at her and blew her a kiss.
“That’s it,” Kirby said, his voice strained. “Fuck our cocks, baby. They’re all yours.”
She tried rocking, pleasure nearly too intense for her to handle sweeping through her, one long, rolling orgasm that threatened to take her breath away.
And she knew no safeword would be allowed, unless she had a leg cramp or something. That’d been a new rule.
No safewording for orgasms, only for the bad kind of pain.
If she wanted them to stop, she’d have to make them come.
She braced her hands on the bed on either side of Davis’ head and started thrusting against them despite barely being able to hold herself up. She’d never known pleasure could be so intense, so real.
So damn good.
“That’s it,” Davis said. “Fuck those cocks so you can rest, baby.”
She found a rhythm and an angle and then realized Kirby was close. Davis, however, was a devious sadist in his own way. He could hold back as long as he wanted and sometimes did just to make her beg for him to come.
The men had really hit their stride and were coming into their own.
That’s when Davis flipped the switch on the vibrator to high.
She let out another cry and nearly collapsed on top of Davis. Kirby’s groans signaling his orgasm turned into laughter.
“You sadistic bastard,” Kirby teased. “Let her make you come.”
She was still struggling to keep her eyes open, Davis’ handsome, pleased smile wrapping her completely around him, mind, body, and soul.
She didn’t care what he did to her if she could make him smile like that.
It was all for her.
Only for her.
She had three relationships—her and Kirby, her and Davis, and the three of them together.
Like this, Davis changed into a devious, playful, sneaky sadist who seemed to derive great pleasure in coming up with all sorts of little tortures.
Not that she was complaining.
“Do her nipples,” Davis said.
She moaned as Kirby reached around her and started pinching her nipples, hard, which did exactly what Davis knew it’d do—started one more round of orgasms in her. Only then did he start fucking her, ending with his cock buried deep inside her pussy and filling her as he came. Finally, he switched the vibrator off and pulled it away, allowing her to collapse on top of him.
He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back while Kirby carefully disengaged from her and headed into the bathroom to clean up.
“Love you,” Davis said.
When she looked, she found him still smiling.
She kissed him. “Love you, too, Sir.”
“Am I really a sadistic bastard?”
“Yes, Sir, but I love it.”
“You hear that, Kirby? She loves it.”
“Yeah, I heard it.” He returned and climbed into bed, kissing her. “Love you, too.”
She smiled. “Love you, Sir.”
She settled in on Davis’ chest. He was having her do that more lately, wanting to get used to it. She wouldn’t move until he told her to.
Something else she didn’t mind at all.
“I can’t wait to tie you to a tree and fuck you in Yellowstone,” Davis said, making Kirby laugh.
“Oh, baby, you are sooo fucked,” Kirby said.
She smiled as Davis’ arms tightened around her. “And I love every second of it.”
THE END
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