Page 45 of Always Alchemy

‘I know I can go twice. And I know you can, too, especially when we’ve got such a beautiful, fertile little wife with such a beautiful little cunt and she’s so fucking soaking for us.’ He slides one hand further down my body and palmsmy stomach. ‘That womb of yours is so ready for all the babies our big dicks can give you. Isn’t it?’

His voice grows closer, and I shiver as he leans down, invading my senses as Dex invades my pussy, over and over. I’m hurtling towards orgasm at a startling rate, every nerve ending bruisingly sensitive, every square millimetre of my flesh, outside and in, keening with the desire to have these men take me in every way.

‘Yes,’ I whisper. Obviously, I know the OG reason we have sex is to make babies. But we all spend so much of the first decade or two of being sexually active trying desperatelynotto have babies that it’s all too easy to separate the act from its natural conclusion.

Which is why, although we’re in a loving relationship and committed to building a family, this most natural and ancient and universal of acts feels absolutely fucking filthy in its very intentionality.

It’s Max’s words, I think. That man should go work for the Quinn app. He can make absolutely everything sound dirty. But it’s also the knowledge that I’m fertile and they’re virile and that when they shoot their loads inside me, over and over again, they will be aiming for the very core of my body. They’ll be aiming for the jackpot, basically.

All of which conspires to make me wetter and wetter.

‘I’m close,’ Dex grits out. ‘Fuck, this is too much. Are you close, angel?’

‘Yeah—’ I start to say, because I really am. My body is thrumming; my skin is on fire.

‘Hold it,’ Max orders. ‘Dex—that okay with you, if she holds it? I want her coming around my dick while I drive all your cum deeper inside her.’

Oh holy crap. I think I might expire.

‘Absolutely,’ Dex pants. ‘Fuck, why is it so hot that we’rejust treating you like this baby-making machine? I’m not even going to give you an orgasm, for fuck’s sake.’

‘I’ll get there soon,’ I promise him. I am loving this so much. It’s like they’re my feudal overlords, intent on breeding me and breeding me until I’ve borne them an heir. These guys can use me every day of the week.

‘Oh, fuck,’ Dex groans, thickening and stiffening inside me as he prepares to shoot. ‘Fucking hell, take it, sweetheart. God—take it.’ He really, really lets me have it with borderline violent volleys of his hips that have his dick hitting my centre over and over and over. Max, sadistic bastard, removes his hands from my boobs and clamps them around my biceps, effectively holding me down, which does absolutely nothing to temper my arousal.

As Dex finishes coming inside me, Max releases me and springs off the bed. ‘Take it out,’ he orders. ‘Let me see.’

And then Dex is dragging slowly out of me, my orgasm-denied pussy pulsing at the loss, and I feel Max climb onto the bed next to me and two fingers that I suspect are his inspect me. Given the amount of fluid now inside me and the way his husband has just stretched me, they meet no resistance at all. On the contrary, my body welcomes his probing noisily, sloppily.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he says. ‘That’s a lot of cum. Feel that, love.’

Another finger joins his, and I moan in tortured ecstasy, because this is alotof teasing. The next noise is indisputably the sound of my husbands kissing as they finger me together, which is not fucking fair.

‘Hey!’ I howl. ‘Max, get the fuck inside me!’

There’s muffled laughter, the kind that comes when one laughs inside someone else’s mouth, and then my arse is slapped and my pussy is empty.

‘Give me my orgasm,’ I demand, ‘rightnow,or no one’s getting any babies.’

‘You heard the lady,’ Dex says, coming around the bed. I smile at him, because his messy-haired, post-orgasmic, love-drunk appearance is something else. ‘You were amazing, angel,’ he says, clambering on to take Max’s former spot. ‘Now you get to come.’

Max flips me over onto my back, stuffs the pillow Dex lobs him under my arse and pushes inside me almost instantly. It’s never what I would call an easy fit with him, given his size, but today, my body sucks him in greedily with a giant squelch, the kind of wet noise that should objectively be horrifying, but we’re all too turned on, too invested, to care. On the contrary, it suits this littlefill ‘er up gamewe’re playing quite nicely.

‘Jesus fuck,’ he manages. ‘It’s like a fucking swamp in here. This iscrazy.’

I groan as he starts to work me, Dex’s hands taking up where his left off on my nipples. This position is even better in every way. Dex has free rein on my boobs, and from where I’m splayed out I have the perfect view of both my men: Dex leaning over me, his tousled hair falling over his gorgeous face and Max, so lean and hot and dominant and intense. To my aroused, teased pussy, the way he’s fucking me is every single perfect thing that fucking should be: forceful and decisive and tight and filthy.

I stretch my arms out to the sides and I take it all, Max’s assault on my pussy, Dex’s assault on my nipples, the wonderful way my entire body is cultivating my climax as it soars everywhere—deep inside me and over every inch of my skin.

‘You’re going to come, I can feel it,’ Max huffs out. ‘God, look at you. So fucking beautiful. You’re going to come, andyou’re going to take me with you, aren’t you, greedy girl? This body of yours wants every last drop of my cum, doesn’t it?’

I nod, fevered, alive to everything and nothing as my body capitulates to the most spectacular of onslaughts and I fall apart, shattering on this bed in front of my two lovers, my two loves, the heat coursing through me as molten, as devastating, as the unleashing of a deadly volcano. I milk Max, in turn, and the sight of him, kneeling proudly above me, brow furrowed and teeth gritted and eyes almost all black as I take him under is nothing short of magical.

As the ecstasy ebbs away until it’s nothing but flotsam on the surface of my consciousness, I’m barely aware of my husband pulling carefully out and saying in a voice treacle-thick with love and pleasure, ‘Two down, two to go.’

16

THE BIG D (SPOILER: NOT DICK)

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