Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“That’s the honeycunt, son. Get it right.”
Flints laughs. “The honeycunt. Right, right.”
I feel both of their hard cocks pressing into the backs of my thighs. I know better than to ask who goes first. It’s up to them. Always. Because they’ve got me and they know what I need most.
“It’s time to claim you, Baby. You gotta be ready for us when you walk down that aisle.”
God. This is so dirty. And I just adore it. “Yes, Daddy. Yes, Papa.”
They both make a fist with their free hands, the hands that aren’t gripping onto my hips. Flint comes up with scissors, and Hale with rock.
Without a word, Hale pushes right into me, making me collapse against the granite. He fucks me hard, and deep, and ruthlessly. Flesh slapping, his wonderful grunts accentuating every thrust.
“Look at us, baby girl. Look at your Daddies.” Flint’s voice is softer in contrast to how his dad is fucking me right now.
I force my eyes open and look back at them in the mirror. So much power. So much intensity. And all mine forever. “I love you both so, so much,” I puff out, my voice jagged with wanting and need.
“We love you, too, baby,” Hale snarls.
He’s hitting my g-spot hard and it makes my eyes roll back in my head involuntarily. I let my head drop, hanging on tight to the sink. Flint reaches between my legs, working my clit. Hale jackhammers into me, pounding me until I am on tiptoes, before finally coming hard, hot and greedy, deep inside.
I feel each pulse and jerk of his cock. The spray of his cream as he roars my name, emptying his balls inside me.
He pulls out and I can barely get a breath before Flint takes over. Even if I were blindfolded, I’d know them by their cocks alone, and the curve of Flint’s, slightly to the left, pushes my opening wider with every thrust. The filthy sound of Flint fucking Hale’s cum in and out of me makes me weak in the knees.
Now Hale tends to my clit, using his two first fingers to draw another fast, hard orgasm out of me. It’s right there, right on the surface. I don’t have to work for it. Don’t have to search for it. It’s there. First it’s mine, and now….
“Oh god, Papa, Daddy, I’m gonna…”
My pussy clamps down tight on Flint. I hear him start to come and now I am, too. I can’t help it. Couldn’t help it. Never will.
I scream out all my passion into the bathroom mirror as Flint fucks his seed into me, deep and hard. More hot mess for me to wear as I’ve become so accustomed.
He pulls out when he’s finished. They both give my ass a tender swat and soon enough both cheeks are stinging sweetly. I’m panting and spent, and smile up at them, watching them put their pants back on and tuck their shirts back in.
“Get yourself straightened up, sweet girl,” Flint says, coming in to kiss my left cheek.
“See you at the ceremony, baby girl,” Hale tells me, coming in to kiss my right. “Keep all that cum right where it belongs. I want you a sticky mess when you say ‘I do’.”
I nod, breathless and dizzy, then kiss them both back and sigh as I hear them leave. And then I straighten my dress and fix my hair, savoring the knowledge that I’m about to marry them both.
And I’ll marry them with their cum running out of me and into my white lace panties, that they had made for me, just for me.
Just for our wedding day.
My engagement ring glints in the sunshine as I walk down the sandy aisle, barefoot, toward the beach, where Flint and Hale are waiting for me. Elana is also there, as my maid of honor and our ribbon-keeper, looking lovely and foxy as ever.
Nobody can see me yet, as I’m back behind a thick bank of lush greenery at the beach head. I straighten my shoulders and look down at my tummy. I know I’m not showing yet, I know I’m not, but I kind of wish that I were. I haven’t told them yet. I know that if I did tell them, they’d probably cancel this wedding and wrap me up in Sherpa fleece blankets and not let me get off the couch for ten months. So just for now, just for today, it’s my secret. The only secret I’ll ever have from them. But they’ll know it tonight.
The music changes and I begin to walk down the aisle. I feel like I am floating with happiness. With peace. And with excitement. Because this isn’t conventional, no. But it’s ours. All ours. Just like the darned hashtag says: Flint, Isabel, and Hale, forever.
The officiant is my very own Pat Benatar stunt double: Linda, the manager from Cherry On Top, where I used to work but never will again. She got her officiant’s license just for this, even though it isn’t a real wedding.