Forced Submission Bundle 2 (Forced Submission #4-6)(34)

“What’s wrong, Leila? Is it the baby?” Damon looks panicked, and I just roll my eyes.

“No. It’s the three of you.”

“Me?” Kellan asks, leaning forward and kissing my shoulder. “What did I do? I’m perfect, remember?”

“Look. I’m pregnant as hell, and in about a week, yes, I will be giving birth. Which means I want to enjoy all the sex I can get before the doctor puts me on a strict ‘no go’ for six weeks.”

At my words the men fall silent.

“Yes. Let that sink in. There are some things we can do, but you all get the idea. Now I may be with child, but I’m not going to break. And if you guys don’t give me what I want, I’ll end this right now and go on strike.”

Remy lets out a bark of laughter. “No way you could go longer than us without sex, Leila. You’d make it four hours. Tops.”

I have to bite my tongue to keep from licking my lips as he strokes his cock in front of my face. He’s right, and he knows it, but I’m not giving him the satisfaction.

“It just so happens I bought myself a few toys just in case something like this came up. So don’t you three worry about me. I’ll be taking care of myself.”

Damon narrows his eyes and looks to Kellan behind me before coming back to me. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would. So stop treating me like I’m made of glass, and give me what I want.” It’s a lie. I’ve never bought a sex toy in my life, and I certainly don’t need one now. But they need a push, and it’s the only thing I can think of.

I start to rock on their cocks again, feeling the ache of need becoming more than I can handle. It’s painful, and I need something to get me off. Now.

It’s been wonderful living with them and being worshiped nonstop by all three of them. When they found out I was pregnant so soon after we got married, they were all thrilled. I don’t think any of us expected it to happen that fast, but it did. They can’t seem to stop rubbing my belly or telling every single client that I’m pregnant and that they’re all the fathers. They’re so proud to call me theirs and to show off my growing belly. I think it shows the world that I’m tied to them, and that's what they want—me tied to them in every way possible.

I mewl as I try to get some friction on their cocks. Remy leans forward, placing the tip of his dick on my lips.

“If this is what you want, I’ll give it to you, Leila. There’s nothing I’ll deny you.”

He grips my hair hard with one hand, and my mouth instinctively falls open on a moan. He thrusts his long, hard cock into my mouth and grunts his approval. He takes my mouth hard, and I feel myself wet Damon’s cock.

Remy’s action sets the pace for the other two, and I feel their cocks start to glide in and out of me. Slow at first but then they set a hard pace, one pushing in while the other rocks out. It’s a perfectly timed rhythm, and we’ve all gotten a lot of practice at perfecting it.

The deep pleasure and rough treatment are exactly what I want, and I’m pushed over the edge. I grunt out my release as Remy’s cock fills my mouth with cum and Damon and Kellan fill both of my holes with their seed.

The four of us climax together, and in those perfect moments we are all one. It’s a wild ride with the three of them as my husbands, but it’s worth it. As they clean me up, they kiss me tenderly, rubbing my feet and aching back as I drift off to sleep. I smile and think about how lucky we all are.

And just then, my water breaks.



THE END





This whole book bio is a WARNING!





A step-dad and a stepbrother hook up with their virgin stepdaughter/stepsister. The dad and son don't mingle. They just take turns with the heroine.

Friend to friend, this book is filthy. It's a smut-fest like we've never written, and you'll probably die of shame when you read it.

There's no cheating, and it's even safe! But we've left plot at the door and gone over the line.

Not for nothing, but you don't want this book. It's a 10,000-word story we had to write for our own personal enjoyment.

BUT If you insist on buying it, please know that I tried to stop you.

Enjoy. We sure did.





Dedicated to our vaginas… maybe they’ll finally shut up.





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Rick




I watch as she scurries around the kitchen putting food onto plates. I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from her creamy, thick legs as she moves about the kitchen wearing one of my shirts. It’s something she always does on laundry day.

The older she’s gotten over the years, the higher and higher the thing seems to be hitting on her f*cking thighs. Thighs that seem to be taking up every one of my thoughts lately. Thighs I think about late at night when I stroke my cock. Thighs I want to part before feasting on what lies between them. I want to sneak into her room and taste that young * that I know still has a cherry. It’s in there and it needs to be taken.

Running a hand over my face, I try to ease some of the tension, a tension that’s been building for months now. A hunger like I’ve never felt. It can’t be fed and is growing each day.

I should’ve seen this coming. When little Gracie’s mom skipped town five years ago when Gracie was only thirteen, I made no move to track her down. I found out a year later she died from a drug overdose, making me a widower. The only guilt I felt was for Gracie losing her mother, but in all honesty she never really was one.