I cup her face in my hands. “I adore everything about you.”
Mia blinked rapidly and tears slid slowly down her face. I kiss them away. “I took you to meet my family. I told you my darkest secrets. You're the one I want to start a family with. You are my forever, Mia.”
Mia kissed me pressing her lips to mine with need and urgency. I held her in my arms breathing in her sweet floral scent.
“Will you marry me, Mia?” I asked carefully.
Mia sobbed in my arms. “Yes! I'll marry you, Theo. Yes!”
My world was now complete. Even if Pictogram was soon to be taken away from me, I had Mia and that was what truly mattered.
Epilogue
Mia
Two years later…
I was just putting a load of clothes into the washing machine when Theo walked by. Since I was wearing just a shirt, Theo got a full view of my panties when I lifted up to get the detergent.
Even though we'd been married for close to two years, he still couldn't keep his hands off me. “Wow. Look at you!” He attacked me squeezing my ass with his big hands. “What are you doing?” he asked kissing my neck.
I giggled and pushed him away. “I'm trying to do laundry.”
He pulled me to him. “Can't Gina do it?”
I struggled to get to the washer, but Theo nibbled at my neck distracting me. “Gina isn't here today and the baby needs more onesies.” His kisses still sent trills of excitement down my body.
Theo yanked my panties down. “Laundry can wait.” He rammed his fingers inside my pussy, which was already soaking wet just from him kissing my neck.
“Okay. If laundry can wait, you better make it worth my while,” I murmured, giving in to my husband’s advances. With his fingers inside me, my body melted in his hands.
He bent me over the washing machine and slapped my ass with an open hand. The sting smarted and I yelped in pleasure.
Licking his thumb, he growled, “Oh, you wait. I will.”
He stuck his thumb in my ass and I muffled my moans with my hand. I didn't want to wake the baby.
With his other hand, Theo slid his fingers up and down my clit, playing me like an instrument, making me swoon. He pushed his thumb in deeper in my ass and snarled, “I'm going to fuck you in your sweet little asshole.”
I murmured, “Yes. I want it!”
Theo's thick sturdy cock inside my ass was a treat. Just thinking about it made my cunt juicy and wet. He kneeled down and lapped at my pussy and my asshole with his tongue. It felt so fucking good. I spread my ass cheeks with my hands and pushed it out further.
Theo stood and whispered in my ear. “Stay here. Just like that.”
My breasts were dangling down and began to leak milk. I squeezed the nipple and milk shot out. Theo came back holding a dildo and lube. “Mmmm. Can I have some of that?”
I turned around to him. Theo took my breasts into his mouth and sucked. “I love your milk, Mia. It tastes so good.”
It turned me on that he was attracted to me like this: my big fat tits leaking with milk. I pulled away from him anxious to get fucked in my ass. I bent over and whispered, “Fuck me.”
Theo pushed the dildo into my pussy and I purred in happiness. I took hold of it and slammed it in and out, jamming it all the way into me. Theo watched me and whispered, “That looks so good. So fucking good. Fuck your pussy for me.”
He stroked his dick wet and greasy with lube. I bit my lip waiting for it to part my asshole. Theo shoved the head in carefully and slowly. This was my favorite part. His big head spread me open wide, and I felt completely taken by him.
I bucked back against him wanting him to pick up the pace and fuck me harder until I saw stars. Theo took my hint and thrust into me. All the while, I was pumping my pussy with the dildo. The pressure of the fat dildo and my husband’s hefty cock inside me at the same time was deliciously tender.
My nerves tingled everywhere in my body. I felt close to coming. “I'm going to come,” I uttered, urging Theo to slam me harder.
He kneaded his hands into my ass and pulled me into him with force. His thrusts came faster and faster. Suddenly, an orgasm burst inside me making me shudder in pleasure. A few moments later, my husband came too yelling out in satisfaction. The pleasant rush of his hot cum swelled inside my ass.
We stayed like this for a while with Theo's cock inside me. Theo took the dildo from me and licked it clean. “I love your pussy,” he panted.
I laughed. “I remember there was a time when you used to say you loved me!”
Theo kissed my neck. “I love you. Every single part of you.”
“Let's check on the baby,” I whispered, worried our lovemaking had woken her.
We tiptoed to our daughter, Alyssa's room, and cracked the door. She was nine months old, and in complete control of our hearts. She was asleep peacefully with her chubby little face curled into a smile.
“I wonder what she's dreaming about,” Theo said as we closed the door.
I smiled. “I don’t know, probably sweet baby dreams.”
After Theo and I repaired our relationship, I went back to Berkeley and finished my Computer Science degree. While getting my degree, I continued to work at Pictogram.
After Theo had taken the reins back from the Board, he had a heart to heart with Warren. Theo convinced him that the Board were just stuffy old geezers. With Warren’s blessing, Theo fired every single one of them, and replaced them with new advisors who had their eyes on the future. He even made me a Board member.
When I finished my degree, instead of returning to Pictogram as an engineer, I decided to try my hand at being CEO at my own company. I started Kid'n Caboodle, an app where parents can easily upload photos and videos to the cloud without taxing their local storage on their devices.
Kid’n Caboodle had a ton of handy services like printing albums, fun interactive keepsake books for parents, and facial recognition software that can be used to help prevent child abduction. My new app served as a companion app for Pictogram.
Jill and I were still BFF's, and she was actually my CTO at Kid'n Caboodle. She and Roger were engaged! And she was right. He was a decent guy if you got to know him. He apologized profusely for being a brogrammer douchebag after Jill had shown him the error of his ways. She had been a great influence on him.
Roger also worked for Kid'n Caboodle as a Tech Lead. Ultimately, Jill was his boss, and their rapport together at work was adorable.
Poor Penny was living full-time at a mental institution. She really lost it and couldn't accept that Theo didn't want to be with her. In fact, at her institution, she was living in a fantasy that Theo, a stuffed bear, was her husband and they lived in a gigantic mansion. Because of her unstable psyche, we decided not to press charges against her. She had enough to deal with and wouldn't be released anytime soon.
Theo and I had never been happier. We both had two powerful companies between us, and a beautiful little girl. I got to get to the guy and have the dream job.
Dreams do come true.
THE END
DOUBLE BANG
A Twin Stepbrother Sports Romance
(PI, Massive Size, MFM Ménage)
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
A SNEAK PEEK
And the men, seeing the wet spot under me, chuckled deeply, their eyes sweeping over me with satisfaction, nude for their gaze, filled with their seed.
“We’ll see you back at the wedding,” teased one, zipping himself back up.
“Oh yeah,” agreed the other, shaking off his dick before covering it up, the droplets hitting me, that special, warm jism a memento.
And suddenly they were gone, disappearing into the woods with a flash. Oh god, oh god. The men were guests at my mom’s wedding, and I was going to have to get up in front of them and read a poem about eternal bliss and the sanctity of marriage … with the taste of their sperm in my mouth.
PROLOGUE
Stacey
The hotel room
was amazing. I’d been upgraded to a luxury suite, a two-bedroom with a private kitchen to boot. But I was most excited about the bath. After a long day at work, a hot shower was just what I needed to wash away the stress of the day.
With a delirious sigh, I stripped, dropping my clothes in a heap in the hall. It was so nice, the deep pile rug sinking with each step, the coolness of the air causing a slight shiver run over my skin after a hot day on the field.
Suddenly an unexpected gust of cold hit me. Damnit, hotels always blast the A/C, it’s almost like they expect Santa as a guest. I crossed my arms over my breasts, goose-bumps pimpling, the little hairs on my legs standing up from the unexpected chill. Vigorously rubbing my arms, I scampered over to the thermostat and saw that it was set at eighty. What the? The room was sixty at most, this thing had to be broken.
I’ll step into the shower and warm up, I thought to myself. It’ll only take five minutes. But common sense took over. Once I got out of the warm water, it’d be freezing still and I’d probably catch cold. I couldn’t afford to get sick, a sick day means your stand-in’s called up and I hated Pepper Jones. That bitch is after my job and she’d leap at the opportunity to shine. Better to call maintenance now.
Dressed in nothing but my birthday suit, pink bits gleaming, I found the hotel phone and picked it up.
“Ms. Light, how can we help you?” chirped a voice into my ear.
Oh right. I’d forgotten that the hotel phone doesn’t even need to ring, the operator’s right there. Plus their caller ID is fantastic and recognized me from the computerized guest records.
“Hi, I’m calling about the temperature in my room,” I said quickly. “It’s way too cold in my room and I tried adjusting the thermostat, but I think it’s broken. Can you send someone up please?”
“Of course,” replied the disembodied voice. “You’re in Suite 301, right?”
“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Thank you so much.”
“Is it okay for hotel maintenance to come into your room if you’re not there?” the voice spoke again.
“Of course,” I replied. With work the way it was, there was no guarantee that I’d be in my room at any given time. Besides, my stuff would be safe, I wasn’t worried about that.
So with a hop, skip and jump I hung up and dashed into the en suite, shutting myself in the marbled luxury. Oh wow, a tub and a shower, I hadn’t expected that. But no time for a bubble bath right now, my agent was waiting downstairs for a late dinner.
Instead, I blasted the water in the stall, admiring the gold trim on the doors, the clear glass looking out onto a mirrored expanse. Stepping into the small space I could see my image refracted again and again, like funhouse mirrors, and I watched, distracted, as my nude figure picked up the shampoo and began massaging my hair. Man, just seeing myself from so many angles made me dizzy.
But I shook my head and closed my eyes, willing the headache at the base of my skull to dissipate. Luxuriating in the steam, I began soaping up, running the scented bath gel over my smooth limbs, my body slippery and wet, toned and tan. It’d been a long day and I could definitely use a rib eye at dinner, maybe a glass of wine, and then early to bed for my four a.m. call time the next day.
But my mind kept wandering, the water so hot, pounding on my body, making me dream about an alpha male who’d give it to me good … or maybe two alpha males.
Because twins are my thing. This is going to sound so wrong, but I’ve been obsessed with twins ever since my mom married Gordon Jones. Or married into Gordon’s family, more accurately. My new stepdad had two sons, Pax and Peyton, and I’d had a crush on them since … well, about forever actually.
It’s crazy to be fantasizing about your twin stepbrothers, but did that stop me? Hell no, they can’t put you in jail for dirty thoughts. Instead, I lathered up, luxuriating in the warm steam, letting water pound my body sensuously. Droplets ran down my curves and I pretended they were the twins’ fingers, sensuously tracing the curves of my breasts, running over a sensitive nipple, tickling my tips, tweaking, pulling until they were hard and pointy.
Oh god, that felt good and I moaned, parting my lips slightly, closing my eyes, letting my thoughts run. My hands drifted up and down my belly before caressing the curve of my hips, gently massaging my thighs before dipping down between my legs, brushing against that intimate part of me.
And what do you know, I was running already, sweet nectar already pouring from my inner sanctum, oozing as I ramped up the heat, stroking myself while dreaming of Pax and Peyton.
My nub hardened immediately, that little clit tensing with energy, begging to be stroked, to be touched and caressed by a man’s massive hand. And for kicks, I imagined four hands stroking, lifting a leg for better access.
Oh yeah, that was it! Parting my thighs, my channel came into full view, the dark pink moist and engorged, steaming with its own sensuous, private heat. With a sigh, I reached for the shower head and yanked it off its setting. It was my favorite kind, a goose head that you can manipulate this way and that, twisting and turning for your pleasure.
With zero hesitation, I pulled that baby close up to my twat, blasting the spray so that it pointed straight at my pussy, pounding my clit with the warm water, letting my cunny get a liquid massage, squealing a little from the tickling sensations, panting and heaving as the pound did its work.
My knees went weak and I almost collapsed in the shower but I wasn’t done yet … not even close. With a sly smile, I pulled the shower head closer and began stroking my clit with it. Oh god, yeah. It felt so good, that warm, hard metal against my little nub, smooth and slick, firm strokes making me cream as the water pulsed.
It was so delicious that I almost passed out but I wasn’t done yet. I wanted to come, hard with no mercy, my little cunny clenching with jerks, and there was a plan. I’d brought my friend into the bathroom. Oh yeah, I’d packed a wall dildo for the trip, the kind with a suction on one end, perfect for mounting on a glass shower partition.
At first, I licked the rubber, sucking it a bit, running my tongue up and down that massive shaft before massaging it with my fingers. Technology is amazing now, it was just like real cock, hard and yet soft at the same time, a stiff rubber base encased in the softest spongy material, bouncing back against my questing fingertips. It even smelled slightly musty, like a real cock and balls, hard yet loose in all the right places against my tongue. This would be amazing.
With shaking hands, I plunked it onto the wall about waist-high, maybe a little higher. I’ve always liked my men taller than me, a lot taller actually, so when they fuck me standing I’m on my tippytoes, trying hard to balance, to stay upright while a monster goes at me from behind. And this was no different. I measured a couple inches up from my pussy and smacked the dildo against the wall, sticking it with a loud suck. Oh yeah, showtime.
Turning, I spread my legs, cuddling that penis between my thighs, rocking a bit, moaning, letting it rub against my snatch, pretending it was the real thing. Oh yeah, fifteen inches … just like my stepbrothers.
But I was too turned-on to wait much longer. Leaning forward at the waist, I braced my hands on the shower seat and began backing my pussy up against the toy, feeling the hot, spongy head probe my lips, pressing up against that puffy, engorged flesh. Oh yeah, it felt good, real good. With a deep sigh, I began slowly pushing backwards against that hard length. Damn, it was so realistic I could almost feel a hard vein pulsing, like a real man about to blow his load.
And here’s where my second friend came in. I’d brought along my massive black dildo, my favorite ten-inch toy. Mr. Mongo has been with me a long time, carried me through many a lonely night, coming with me on multiple business trips. As I backed my pussy onto the wall shaft, I slowly licked Mr. Mongo, my mouth encasing that monster length, the width stretching my lips tight, making me gag a little before I forced it down further, almost choking myself, my cheeks growing full before my throat opened and I swallowed the hard pole.
B
ecause this is what gets me off. I can’t come from just one dick, I need two. I need Pax and Peyton with me, their double dongs doing me, probing, penetrating, making me sigh and shudder. I need a double bang to get the magic going, and this time was no exception.
With the water blasting, I pushed my hips back until I was fully impaled on the wall dildo, that massive dong reaching up my inner channel until it bumped my cervix, hitting me again and again as I fucked it, going in and out all the way with each stroke.
Meanwhile, I began tonguing Mr. Mongo, forcing it in, in, in until I’d swallowed the monster, fully embedded so that only its base stuck out between my lips. It must have been obscene, I know, to see that massive black length in me, its outline visibly moving down my throat as I opened my esophagus, struggling mightily as I pummeled my behind against the wall.
And slowly, the sensations built and began to surge. With a rhythmic swaying motion, I rocked up and down, my pussy beginning to shatter while mouth-fucking myself, the cream dripping down my thighs, rising up against that hard shaft while my lips stretched and pulled, the better with which to take acreage.
And my cunt began to burn, a slow, relentless slide, starting with a tingle in my clit to become a shake in my pussy walls, electric jolts running up and down my spine before exploding in my twat, causing my knees to weaken, my arms losing all power as my puss spasmed and clenched, clamping down on the dick inside like it was the tastiest popsicle, the huge rod the source of all ecstasy.
I choked out a scream, my voice muffled, my screams drowned out by the pounding beat of the water, droplets running into my eyes as I double-fucked myself, dreaming all the time of twins with charcoal hair, deft, agile fingers, and massive cocks that pleasured me until I was a screaming mess.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. The release was like a nuclear blast, my juice shooting out, coating the glass in my personal nectar, the sweet ambrosia copious and flowing. My pussy gave it up, spasming and shaking, sending shivers through my spine, tingles all the way to my fingers and toes, my whines of ecstasy high-pitched and hoarse.
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