So Scared
Isha
Mic stood and took me from Davis, who stumbled back and sat in a plush chair that was in my room.
Mic laid me down and slipped into me in one thrust. He held me by the shoulders and buried his head into my neck as he rutted in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on to him. It felt so good to have him in me, to have my guys home and loving me. They were taking away all my insecurities about what happened and replacing them with this lovely
memory.
“Roll,” I heard Ford demand.
Mic rolled us, and he roamed his hands down my back to my ass and spread my cheeks. I moaned because I knew what was about to happen. I felt lubed fingers around my anus. I clenched at first at the pressure of Ford’s fingers.
“Relax Princess, let me in,” he coaxed.
He rimmed me with his finger. Mic grabbed my face, and we started kissing, my body melting into him.
“Good girl,” Ford said as his fingers sank into me. He was using two to stretch me out. I moaned as pleasure zinged
through me.
I then felt the blunt head of his c*ck pushing and squeaking when he popped past that first ring of muscle as he sank into me. We all groaned then. Mic cursed as my p*ssy became extremely tight. They alternated pushing in and out of me. My nerves were electrified. Feeling them both inside of me was a dream. I heard another moan and looked to my side. Dawson and Davis had switched places and now Davis was sucking Dawson’s c*ck. I gasped, he smirked, his hand on Davis’ head pushing him down more. Davis groaned, which had Dawson’s hips flexing and him groaning too. I guess at the moment a mouth is a mouth. I wonder if this was the first time Dawson has let one of the guys do this to him.
“It is,” Mic groaned, watching them together.
I must have said that out loud.
“I needed more,” Dawson grunted. “Watching you three is so f*cking hot.”
“Watching you two together is so hot,” I cried out as I came clamping down on Ford and Mic. They both shouted and then
went feral with their thrusting.
“Harder, Davis, I want to c*m with them.”
I heard slurping my orgasm went on forever. Watching my big man getting his d*ck sucked for the first time by one of our lovers was the hottest thing I’ve seen. All their groans as they came at the same time made me c*m again.
Afterward, we all cuddled in my bed. I was facing Dawson. We kissed every few seconds but remained staring at each other. Davis was behind him holding Dawson, snoring a little. Mic was behind me with Ford behind him, their soft
breaths even, telling me they were asleep.
“How do you feel?” I asked Dawson.
“I’m supposed to ask you that,” he said, rubbing my lower belly where our baby was.
“I meant with getting your first blow job from a man.”
His eyes unfocused for a minute and then focused on me.
“It was different. I prefer you, but it was really good,” he said with a grin. I giggled.
“It was so hot. Will you let it happen again?”
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him to drop to his knees. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so eager to suck c*ck.
“It’s not just any c*ck, Dawson. It’s your c*ck. Something they’ve all wanted.”
“Yes, well, maybe if I need it during our group s*x if one of your holes isn’t available.”
I snorted and his grin widened.
“I missed you so much,” he said. “I’m so sorry this happened to you baby. I’m sorry we weren’t here to keep you safe.”
“Hey. I’m okay. We’re okay,” I said, putting my hand over his on my lower belly. “I always feel safe with you guys. And we all
thought I was safe. That’s why I sent Aaron and Ava here to watch the dogs, and they all took such good care of me after
everything.”
“Still, this should never have happened.”
“We couldn’t predict what Jason would do, Dawson. He spiraled. He’s lost everything. My guess is I was his last resort to get his life back on track.”
He nodded. He brought his hand up and cupped my cheek.
“I’m so happy about our baby.”
“Even if it’s not yours?”
“It’s mine, no matter whose it is biologically. We’ll all claim it. I can’t wait to find out what we are having.” His thumb
rubbed my cheek.
“Do you have a preference?”
“Just that it’s healthy. By the way, I want you to meet my parents. They want to meet you too.”
My eyes widened, “Will they like me? What would they think of me, being in a relationship with all of you? What if they
think I’m a sl*t? Oh, God, they’re going to hate me,” I whispered.
He chuckled and leaned in to kiss the tip of my nose then my lips.
“Baby, they know all about you, they know my relationship dynamic with our guys. They are very supportive and eager to meet you. And I, for one, know they will be ecstatic when they find out they will be grandparents.”
“But,” I started to say, and he shushed me with his lips.
“Whether the child is biologically mine or not, they will accept the baby as theirs. Our guys’ parents, they aren’t in our lives. My parents consider them theirs. So you see, they will love this baby like their own grandchild no matter what.”
I bit my lower lip and then grinned. I was going to trust him. He’s never lied to me about anything.
“When will I meet them?”
“Soon. The guys and I still have some things to do. We still need to debrief and go over our mission.”
“How did it go?” I asked.
He grinned, “We got our guy.”
“Never doubted it,” I said.
We kissed some more, and then we napped for a few hours. When I woke up I was sad to see I was alone. But there was a note on the pillow next to me.
We went into the office to get our work done. We love you. The food that was ordered, and we forgot about is in the fridge. Looks really good. Please eat. We love you. D.D.F.M
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My tummy rumbled. I chuckled and patted it. I slipped on one of the guys’ T-shirts, from the smell of it, it was Mic’s. I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and practically dove into the crêpes. I ate all the sweet ones. I looked at the time on the microwave and saw it was nine p.m. My brow furrowed. It was kind of late for them to go into the office. Of course, I didn’t know what time they left, so they could be home soon. A knock on the door caught my attention. For some reason, fear swamped me. Who could it be? It’s late. I ran to the room and grabbed my phone. I dialed Dawson, but he didn’t answer, so I tried Mic, then Ford and finally Davis. I whimpered. No one was answering. The doorbell rang this time and I screamed. I ran to the walk-in closet and hid in the way back. I laid on the ground and curled into a ball. I tried calling my men again, but got nothing back. Why weren’t they answering? I heard the doorbell again, and I whimpered, tears falling from my eyes. “Please, please go away,” I whispered. My breath was sawing in and out of me and, to my horror, my vision was narrowing. I could not pass out, no. But it was futile. Fear took over and everything went black.
