Page 31 of Double Mountain Men

Of course, my men are also savage alpha males who claim me morning, noon, and night. I thought they’d ease back into sex after two years of celibacy, but instead, they plunged in headfirst, and it’s been wild. I was a bit tender because I haven’t been intimate in two years either, so I was a little shy. That, and my changed body, made me hesitant before my handsome alpha males.

“I’ve put on weight,” I murmured, blushing fire red. “The baby pounds never came off, and I’m bigger than before. I’m also wobblier, and wigglier, and –”

The two men didn’t hesitate. They had my clothes off within seconds, and began to worship my curves with hunger, with one man latched on my breast while the other lapped hungrily between my legs.

“I missed this slick cunt,” Barrett moaned, his shaft already leaking copiously. “Fuuuuck.”

“How did we survive two fucking years?” Cross rasps after popping off a hard pink teat. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

We went from zero to sixty, and that very night, we did double penetration. I gasped and screamed, but it was so good to be taken by both men once more, stuffed full and absolutely owned. I belong to Barrett and Cross, and they made sure I knew it.

“Fuck baby,” Cross moaned as he pushed up into my cunt. “You’re even tighter than before. Is that possible?”

I couldn’t give a coherent reply, panting as my pussy stretched. Then, another cock slid up deep into my asshole, and I let out another breathy gasp. “Ohhh!”

“You’re ours,” Barrett rasped from in back of me, rotating his hips clockwise to loosen my tiny clench. “Goddamn!”

My two boyfriends have been so ravenous, in fact, that I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m pregnant already. After all, I’m only twenty, and we’re skipping birth control. Yes, my men come in me virile and creamy, and most days, I’m leaking their spunk at all hours.

But it makes me feel very feminine, and I adore the constant moisture between my thighs. I also revel in our relationship, and have decided to take some time off from school to be a full-time mother while Sylvester is young.

“Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart,” Barrett said, his blue eyes glowing as he nodded with approval. “We can afford a nanny, or even two nannies, if you want to keep going to school.”

“We already have a cook and cleaner,” Barrett rasped, as one big hand moved up my thigh. “We can hire a tutor, a babysitter, or like Cross said, a nanny or two. Whatever floats your boat.”

But I merely smiled at my two boyfriends.

“No, I’m okay for now. Sylvester’s still small, and he needs me. I like being with our son, and this special time won’t last forever. Plus, I wasn’tthatinto school. Don’t get me wrong because I’m grateful to Evergreen College for the opportunities it affordedme. But I was tired. I was working, doing work-studyandstudying, and it was too much.”

“You won’t be going through that again,” Cross rasps. “Absolutely not.”

“Not on our watch,” Barrett growled, his blue eyes intense. “Fuck no.”

I love my boyfriends’ protective air, and held up a hand with a smile.

“No, it’s okay. It’s in the past, and it’s fine. Besides, aren’t Brandon and Brent going to visit us soon?” I ask Barrett. “How are your sons enjoying college?”

My boyfriend grunts, a bemused expression on his face.

“Fuck if I know,” he rasps. “They never tell me anything.”

I nod.

“Yeah, teenagers can be secretive. Do you know if they’re passing their classes at least?”

My boyfriend shrugs.

“No, but Idoknow that they’re in some kind of fraternity that occupies all their time. It’s called Sigma Epsilon Chi. They’re probably partying and fucking girls non-stop.”

But something makes me tilt my head with curiosity.

“Wait a minute,” I say in a slow tone. “Doesn’t Sigma Epsilon Chi spell S-E-X in Greek letters? That seems sketchy.”

Barrett doesn’t even look surprised.

“Yeah. That’s what you get when you’re dealing with horny twenty-year old boys who’ll fuck any hole. I’m sure they’re getting wasted and breaking laws right and left.”

“They’re not any worse than when we were at Western,” Cross interjects in an amused tone. “We were a bunch of twenty-year-old horndogs once too.”

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