Big Bad Daddies: A MFM Romance

by J. L. Beck

  Jack kept a finger on my clit as he penetrated me, which most definitely helped matters. Keeping me relaxed, keeping me pleased was all part of the bigger plan.

  "You liking that, babe?"

  I nodded and whimpered my affirmation.

  "Good, good, because this is just the beginning. You ain't seen nothing yet, Cassie."

  All the while Jack was prepping my asshole and getting me used to the idea, Julian was finishing stripping down.

  He was standing tall at the side of the bed, his cock throbbing and most definitely ready for its fire to be quenched inside of me. Stroking himself, it looked as if he was more than ready for his turn, and I guess hoping Jack would hurry up and get done.

  Or so I thought anyway.

  Apparently, when I thought I was a one-player game for them to share, I was wrong. I was totally a two-player game, and they were about to show me how.

  Julian planted a kiss on me, his hot body pressing against my own, the sweat and friction something fierce between us. His throbbing erection was tickling right outside of my slit, and his eyes locked with mine, clearly communicating the devious ideas these two had.

  They weren't going to... Fuck, they were, weren't they?

  I gulped. They were expanding my horizons, fast, and showing me just how to cope with two men who wanted to fuck me.

  "Going to fill you to the fucking brim, Cassie," Julian whispered in my ear. "You're going to love what we're going to do to you."

  Oddly, I nodded, more or less automatically. Stupid instincts and horniness were about to literally get me torn apart.

  Thankfully, Jack slowed down as Julian approached. They were going to be nice with me, at least, and not just wantonly thrust things into me.

  A deep breath, Julian massaged my clit, making me anticipate the end result as he brought himself to my entrance and slowly yet surely…well, entered.

  God, immense was a word I would use for it, and yet it felt like an understatement. I really was being torn apart by them, both of the twins’ cocks inside me, feeling as if they could rip me apart.

  I truly was completely at their mercy.

  Bracing myself, I nodded again, but I didn’t know why. Stupid monkey brain was taking over and just wanted satisfaction, no matter what the risk.

  "Fuck, she's crushing me. I like it," Julian said.

  All Jack could do was gasp and agree wholeheartedly with enthusiastic nods.

  The fucking would soon begin. Jack would slide out as Julian slid in. The friction, the pressure between them was so great. Usually, when I was fucked by one of them, it was a tidal wave rolling in and out, my body being the beach, a brief reprieve between each impact.

  Now? I didn't even get that break. It was an endless tsunami crashing into me, defying physics and just overwhelming me with sheer, raw power. I was shaking, screaming for them, and tears were in my eyes. I couldn't move, just endure this bliss and not one thing more when sandwiched between the two hunky twins.

  I could barely hear their own grunts, what all of this was doing to them, far beyond what a normal girl would be giving them. That I was able to take this without erupting into a bloody mess, well, I suddenly felt a whole lot more special, as if I was some sort of sexual super-heroine.

  In and out, pumping from both sides. I was losing it so damn fast. I fought it, wanting to be aware of everything that was happening and being overpowered with orgasms was not how that was done.

  They were pushing me closer and closer to the edge, essentially just dangling me off the cliff at this point.

  "Say it," Julian whispered into my ear. "Tell us you want it."

  "Want—want what?" I somehow managed to spit out.

  "You want us to fill you with cum. Fill you from both sides with our seed. You don't care about the risks. You want to have our child, Cassie. You want all of us."

  I was shaking in place, my mind a fog. I didn't want to think about the present, the problems, my anxieties, or anything like that.

  Julian and Jack had slowed to a point, though, where I wouldn't be coming unless I gave them an answer. Unless I told them what they wanted.

  Unless I accepted my fate as their slut, as the mother of their children.

  In the state I was in, I didn't have the brainpower to overanalyze things. All I could do was say what I wanted at the basest part of my being.

  "Yes, please, fuck me, please, fill me up, give me it all!" I screamed out, the torture of being right on the edge too much to cope with any longer.

  They had permission. They had my wishes.

  They took full advantage.

  Faster than ever before, they went back to pushing me to my absolute limits as a woman, pumping in and out of me, sending me screaming past what I would have once called a climax.

  I was lost, plunging into the sea of ecstatic orgasm.

  My entire body was pulsating with it, every little nerve there was writing with need and desire. I was screaming for them, but I couldn't hear my voice. I was just far too overloaded to properly comprehend it.

  Even in that over-stimulated haze, though, I could feel them quivering inside me. Their cocks pulsing, the cum rushing through them and exploding out and into me.

  Into my ass, where it felt so weird yet so wonderful. The warmth back there? It was wrong, but it was the right kind of wrong, if such a thing could be said.

  Then Julian unleashed himself as well. Blast after blast of his cum running into where nature intended it. This just felt the right kind of right. Warmth emanating from deep within my core. It was spreading through my entire body, so blissful, so great.

  "Fuck, she's just too good to be true, man," Jack said, his breath ragged and rough.

  "She is true. She's good. She's ours, brother."

  They both let me go, freeing my body from the blissful tyranny of their cocks and letting me rest in between them, feeling copious amounts of seed leak out of both of my holes.

  Disgusting yet wonderful.

  They held me close between them. God, this was perfect.

  I had finally made my decision, and I doubted I could have possibly made a better one.

  "Cassie," that youthful, curious voice asked me as she helped me mix things for dinner, "can I ask you a question?"

  "What's going on, Tiff?"

  "Are you pregant?" She pointed to my slightly swelling gut that was now poking through my T-shirt.

  I paused and looked down at her. I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone. At least a lot of my friends thought so. Given she was an eight-year-old girl, though, she didn't have a full grasp of proper etiquette around such a thing.

  "First, it's pregnant. There's an 'n' in there. Second, you should be careful who you ask that in the future, okay? Three, yes. Yes, I am."

  "You are? You're having a baby?" Her eyes lit up, like she was more excited about the prospect than I was.

  "That's what being pregnant means, Tiff."

  "Wow. So you're going to be a mommy?"

  I nodded. "And you're going to be an auntie."

  "I am? But I'm not old enough to be an auntie."

  "What do you think aunts are, Tiff?"

  "Um...these old women who hang around Mommy?"

  I shook my head. I supposed I could teach her something. "No, no. Those can be aunts, but an aunt is your parents’ sibling. You can be an aunt just fine."

  She scratched her head. "How am I going to be an auntie then?"

  "Your brothers are going to be daddies. That means you are the sibling of this child's parents. You're going to be an aunt, Tiff."

  "Oh, I see. Can I do aunt things with the baby when it's born?"

  "Depends on what you think aunt things are."

  She shrugged. Which was fine, because I didn’t know what she thought she was going to do.

  The penthouse was a warm place now. I did my part in taking care of Tiff, but the whole professional babysitter thing at this point was just excess, something that I could put on my resume
in the future.

  I'd still pursue that, yes. I'd take it as it came. I had ensnared two fine men and was already building a family. Why not embrace it while it was sitting right there? There was no way I was ever going to find anything better.

  Even as I cooked, though, I had to deal with the predatory glares of Jack and Julian.

  They knew they couldn't take me right now. Not with Tiff watching.

  As soon as she wasn't, though?

  God, my nights were never boring, even less so since they found out I was pregnant. I always heard that pregnancy hormones would make you horny, yet the only thing I'd noticed so far was that it made the two of them even hornier.

  Which really was surprising because I didn't think that should be possible.

  Our lust was quickly morphing into love, too. Sure, we went about the whole relationship thing in terribly the wrong order. You got to know someone a lot through pillow talk, and we'd even arranged for Isabella to watch Tiff every so often—for a nice bonus—so we could go out and on a proper date.

  A tour of the city, more sights and sounds than I had ever dreamed of seeing, and even some dirty time in places that were hardly appropriate for us to be dirty in.

  I carried the dish over to the oven and slid it in, turning back around to catch Julian licking his lips my way. There was no doubt in my mind that it wasn't for food, just letting me know what was I in for.

  I set the timer for the oven, and it also reminded me that I had time where I didn't need to show full attention to the dish.

  "Tiff, why don't you go play with your Xbox for a bit?"

  "Okay, Cassie." She happily ran off, pleased to have permission to go sit in front of the TV like a potato for a change.

  I walked over to Julian, who proceeded to pull me into the room and closed the door.

  He immediately embraced me, a deep kiss and a hand on the small of my back. "You can't wait until tonight, can you?" I shot him a playful glare.

  "Tiff isn't in bed for almost four hours. What do you think I am, some sort of machine who can resist you for that long?"

  "I thought we agreed that we would hold back, as long as she's awake."

  "Yeah, but, um... I sort of want you now."

  "You're lucky that what I'm cooking takes an hour in the oven, you know."

  "The only oven I care about is this one." He placed a hand on my abdomen, massaging it gently.

  "You got your wish. Fuck me enough times like you two do, and it's bound to happen."

  "Whelp, you were worried about getting pregnant. The way I see it is you don't have to worry about it for another half year now."

  "Ah yes, the birth control of pregnancy. Brilliant."

  "I know, isn't it?"

  His hands had wormed under my pants and into my panties.

  The door to the room opened.

  "Am I hearing adult activities happening early in here?"

  It was Jack.

  "I'm trying to convince her to have some fun with us."

  "You two are insatiable man-sluts, you know that?" I murmured.

  "Ah, but we're you're insatiable man sluts."

  They led me to the bed. I wasn’t getting out of this one.

  Not that I would want to.

  "Just a quickie. I am technically cooking right now," I pointed out.

  "Sure, sure. Everyone gets to have a grand ol' orgasm," Julian said, rubbing me through my jeans and wasting little time digging deeper to get to the fruit he truly wanted.

  "What, we both can't fuck her?" Jack added.

  "Maybe later. For now, we have to be practical guys. Jesus."

  I cupped both of them in the crotch. My duty as their lover was a daunting one, but I was committed to seeing it through. They were going to come for me. Again and again. I was going to keep both sets of their balls drained and dry, whether it be through mouth, pussy, or...other methods.

  Jack's words from a while ago echoed through my head. This was a hardly typical life, but it was mine, and it was wonderful. I was going to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.

  The Baby Arrangement

  A Friends to Lovers Romance

  The arrangement was simple, with only two rules:

  One: Don’t fall in love.

  Two: Revert back to rule one when necessary.

  I’ve known Fallon Leary my entire life. She’s always been my best friend, the little sister I never had. We grew up together, and no matter how much I was attracted to her, I knew she deserved better than me.

  At least until my father decided I need a baby to secure the family business…and Fallon started to look more like the kind of woman I needed, and less like the woman I should be protecting from myself.

  I know she wants a baby, and as my personal assistant and best friend she know that I need a baby or my father’s going to sell the company. I can’t let that happen. My great-grandfather started it more than fifty years ago. I’m not about to let someone else take over.

  Too much alcohol has me offering to solve both our problems and an agreement is born.

  There’s just one problem…everything changes the moment I slip inside her body and realize there’s no denying what either of us wants anymore.

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  I’ve known Reed all my life. In second grade he stuck up for me when a bully pushed me down on the playground and told me I was ugly. Then he protected me freshman year when a guy got a little to handsy at a party. He’d seen me cry, wiped the tears away, and vowed to always be my best friend.

  What he didn’t know was that was last thing I wanted to be to him.

  A friend.

  The word itself causes an ache to form in my chest. I check the time on my computer. It’s not even noon yet and I’m ready to go home, back to my apartment to read a book, and chug an entire bottle of wine.

  This week has been shit. Actually this entire year has been shit. I’m twenty five, in love with my best friend and desperately wanting to start a family. The only problem being I can’t find anyone worthy of my time.

  Every guy I date is a douchebag, an asshole, or self-centered and only cares about his looks or money. I nibble on my bottom lip and envision Reed and myself as a couple. I want him to want me like I want him.

  I want him to kiss me like I want to kiss him.

  I want him to do unthinkable things to me, things I know he’s done with other women. I want to be his first and his last. An incoming email pings, and I pull myself out of the daydream. Clicking open on the email, I read it to myself. It’s from Reed’s father, Clark, calling a business meeting for all the executives. I blink, confusion setting into my features.

  Reed’s dad is a very sweet old man. His father and mine had been close friends before the accident that took both of my parents’ lives. Clark took me in, and treated me like the daughter he never had considering I really was the daughter he would never have.

  He has three sons.

  Reed. Remington. Ryker.

  Reed is the oldest and has big plans for his father’s company. He brought me on as his personal assistant three years ago when I needed a job to finish getting through college.

  Like I said, he’s been there for me, through thick and thin. And yet, he doesn’t notice my desire to be everything he needs. Or maybe he does and he is too afraid to cross that very thin line between friends and much more than friends. Clicking out of the email I go back to working on the spreadsheets Reed has me combing through. The numbers are never ending and the more I stare at the computer screen the more my head starts to hurt.

  “Good morning Fal,” Reed’s deep voice vibrates through me and I lift my eyes from the screen and up to meet his. His blue eyes are brighter than usual today, and he gazes down at me with concern etched into his features.

  “Morning.” I mumble. Reed is handsome as hell and I’m certain he knows it. He’s tall, lean but somewhat athletic, and has a face that looks as if it was carved out of stone.
He is lick worthy and often times I wonder if he still has the eight pack abs like he did back in high school.

  “Everything okay?” He gives me a half smile, making him seem more boyish than manly and my heart flutters in my chest. Looking at him and knowing I can never have him hurts… it hurts a lot.

  “Yes. Just a migraine.” I shrug. The words are barely past my lips and he’s placing his stuff down on my desk and slipping behind my chair, his huge hands gripping me by the shoulders, and slowly massaging the tense muscles.

  “Where are your glasses?” He leans down and whispers the words into my ear. His woodsy scent filling my nostrils while his breath fanning against my ear sends a flurry of goosebumps across my skin.

  “I left them….” I sigh, losing my train of thought as his fingers works the muscles into goop. It’s times like these when he touches me that I wonder if he wants something more.

  If he wants me?

  “At home, right?” He finishes, a hint of laughter in his voice.

  “Yes, next to the paperback I was reading last night.” He knows me well. I’m forgetful, and hate wearing my glasses.

  “Bring them tomorrow or else…” There is a zing of danger in his voice and it makes my thighs quiver with need.

  “Or else what?” My voice wobbles. I’m feeling brave. Reed stops massaging the muscles and grips me tightly his full lips pressing against the sensitive flesh below my ear.

  “Or else you’ll get another headache…” I blink, realizing he is messing with me, and not really threatening to spank me, or fuck me against the desk like I wish he would.

  “Right… Yeah another headache.” I cover my disappointment with a smile as he pulls away, grabbing his things off my desk and heading in the direction of his own office.

  “I’m assuming you got my father’s email?” He pauses but doesn’t wait for my response, “I’ll need you in the boardroom in thirty minutes to take some notes. I’m going to have a talk with him beforehand and after that I’m leaving so please cancel all meetings for the day, and if anyone asks I’m out of the office.”

  I gulp, finally finding my voice now that his hands aren’t on me, “Of course Reed. I’ll let everyone know.”