Alyssa
Mason's scent hits me just before I feel him settle between my legs, his cock pushing into me slowly. At this point, I don't even need to look to know who's inside me.
King's cock is a monster in both size and thickness. Niko's is the thickest, stretching my pussy to its absolute limit every time. And Mason's is distinct, his crown pierced and fatter than the others.
As Mason sinks into me to the hilt, I gasp, clutching his shoulders for stability. His cock drags along every nerve ending, but it's the moment his piercing grazes my g-spot that a sharp, electrifying jolt shoots through me.
"You okay?" he whispers, his voice tender yet tinged with a hunger that makes my toes curl. His hips roll, slow and purposeful, pulling a whine from my throat.
I nod, blinking up at him in the dim light, though my attention drifts toward the corner of the room. King leans back in his chair, stroking himself lazily as he watches, his eyes burning with lust.
My body reacts instantly, my mouth watering and my pussy fluttering around Mason, reminding me just how much I crave all my men. But before I can fixate on King for too long, Mason pinches my chin, gently guiding my attention back to him. "No, little warrior," he rumbles, his tone a quiet command that sets my skin on fire. "You can have his cock when I'm finished with you."
Fuckkkk. The sheer dominance in his voice sends a rush of heat straight to my core, and my pussy clenches around him. A breathless chuckle escapes Mason, his lips curving into a wicked smile.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he begins to move, each thrust deliberate, measured. His cock glides along my walls, dragging moans from me with each stroke. The obscene wet sounds of our bodies meeting fills the room, but I'm far too gone to care.
"I really do try to be gentle with you," Mason murmurs, his voice dipping darker as his pace picks up. "But you get so much wetter when you're dominated. Is that what you want, baby? For me to treat you like King and Niko do?"
I bite my lip, the words trapped in my throat. My hips shift instinctively, trying to match his rhythm, but his hand slides up to my throat, holding me in place.
"Holy shit," I whisper, my voice trembling as my pulse races against his palm.
With his free hand, he brushes his thumb over my clit, his groan low and appreciative as my slickness coats his fingers. "Hmm, I guess that answers my question," he says, his voice laced with amusement.
Then, he pulls out and slams back into me, hitting a spot that makes my back skyrocket off the bed. "Fuck!" I cry out, my hands flying out to grip his forearms.
He hums, the sound sexier than it has any right to be. "But maybe I want a verbal answer, little warrior. Beg for it. Tell me how you want me to fuck you."
"Um..." My brain stalls, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts and his dominance. Did King coach him before this? Because damn.
"Answer me, Alyssa." His grip is firm but careful, his thumb brushing over my clit with maddening precision.
A tremble overtakes me, and the words tumble out unbidden. "Fuck me hard, Mace. Please. I want to feel your cock in my soul."
He lets out a soft laugh. "Your soul, huh? Let's see if I can get that deep."
And he does. His hips snap forward, driving into me with relentless force. Every thrust steals my breath, broken moans spilling from my lips.
Beside us, Niko stirs, lifting his head briefly. "Yeah, fuck her good, Mace," he mumbles, his voice groggy and amused before he collapses back into pillows.
I want to laugh, but Mason's cock drives every coherent thought from my head.
"You're incredible," he rasps, his voice raw with emotion. "Being with you...it's changed everything for me. I never thought I'd enjoy sex. I never thought I'd actually be in a relationship. But, Alyssa, you've made all of lives so much better. We'd really be fucking lost without you."
Tears prick in the corners of my eyes, cutting through the haze of lust. Before I can respond, his lips crash down on mine, his movements slowing as he starts making love to me. It doesn't take long before the pressure building in the core threatens to spill.
"Mace," I moan into his mouth as my body tightens around him. "I'm so close-fuck, I'm coming!"
"There you go. Let it all out, baby," he whispers, fucking me through the waves of my orgasm. "You're so breathtaking when you come. I love you so much, Alyssa."
"I love you too, Mace." As soon as I say the words, he comes with a shuddering groan. His cock pulses inside me, followed by his warm release that fills me once again. My pussy spasms as it ravenously swallows every drop.
Mason doesn't pull away immediately. His forehead rests against mine as we both catch our breaths, his green eyes filled with so much emotion, my heart feels like it might burst.
When he finally slips out of me, exhaustion tugs at my limbs. Niko had already made me come three times earlier, and I should've known the others would return home and get their fill too.
But being pregnant again...it's draining in a way I don't remember with either of my babies. Then again, I wasn't constantly being fucked by three insanely sexy, insatiable men at the time.
I close my eyes, wanting to curl up and go back to sleep, but King's deep voice rumbles from across the room, snapping me out of my post-orgasmic haze. "Oh no, kitten. If you're going back to sleep, it's because I fucked you there."
A helpless grin tugs at my lips, and I open my eyes to find King already prowling towards me, a smirk full of wicked promises on his face.
"What are you waiting for, then?" I challenge, my voice a teasing purr as his body covers mine. "Make good on your promise, Daddy."