Page 115 of Cross Check Daddies
When I look up, her face is flushed, her eyes glassy. She reaches for me, desperate and sweet, and I crawl over her body until our mouths meet again.
She tastes like herself. Like sex. Like salt and sweetness and everything we’ve waited too long to touch all at once.
“Condom,” she pants. “Now.”
It is ridiculous, but Ace insisted that as the pregnancy progressed, we needed to be more careful with the babies. We all know it is stemmed from fear, so we all just agreed to it, for his sake.
Ace is already tearing one open. Cam presses kisses down her shoulder, easing her up the bed. I roll the latex on and hook one hand under her thigh, the other cradling her jaw.
“Look at me,” I whisper. “Want to watch your face when I’m inside you.”
Her lips part as I slide in slowly. She’s hot. Tight. Full. Her breath catches, and I swear, I could cry from how good this is. From how right.
I move in deep strokes as her nails dig into my shoulders.
Cam kisses her throat. Ace strokes her stomach, watching the way her body takes me.
“She’s perfect,” I mutter.
“She’s ours,” Cam says, voice low.
And it hits me again. This isn’t just sex. This is what we chose. What she let happen. What she made space for.
She wraps her arms around me, her legs trembling from pleasure. “Please,” she whines. “More.”
Cam moves beside her, kissing her mouth while Ace slides behind her, holding her hips and rubbing her lower back.
I thrust harder, deeper. Her cunt grips me, wet and hungry. She’s moaning into Cam’s mouth, grinding into me with every stroke.
Then Ace slips his hand down, finds her clit again, and strokes it with expert precision.
She breaks.
Her whole body tenses, clenches, shatters. I curse and thrust through it, barely hanging on. Her pussy squeezes me so hard I nearly lose control.
Cam grips her jaw and kisses her hard as she comes.
Then I let go, groaning into her throat as I spill into the condom, burying myself one last time before I still.
Silence.
Just panting and warmth and the soft press of bodies. My hand finds hers. Ace rests his forehead on her spine. Cam kisses her temple.
She’s still shaking when I ease out of her. Cam is already reaching for her, his mouth claiming hers while Ace strokes her sides, grounding her, anchoring her between us like she’s the only thing we’ll ever need again.
“I’m not done,” she whispers.
Cam grins into her neck. “Didn’t think you were.”
Ace’s voice is a gravel rasp. “Let us take care of you.”
Cam’s already stripped, his cock thick and flushed, the tip leaking. He moves between her thighs as I roll onto my back beside her. She looks dazed, happy, like heaven just brushed against her ribs and left her greedy for more.
Cam doesn’t tease. He kisses her again, slowly, while Ace helps her shift into Cam’s lap. She reaches between them, aligns his sheathed cock, and sinks down in one fluid stroke.
She gasps. Cam’s hands shoot to her hips. His face is a wrecked mix of awe and restraint.
“Holy shit,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”
