Page 52 of A Season Of Sin

“You look good being fucked by a Wolf, babe.” He slowly licks his bottom lip as Wolf lays me back against him and turns us so Jace can see his cock disappearing in and out of my pussy. “I fuckin’ love that. Watchin’ you take his big dick. I think we should keep that dick, don’t you, Gracie?”

“Yes,” I moan, willing to agree to anything.

“I think he should move in. Don’t you think, babe?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” Wolf praises, forcing me to tremble as the pleasure builds and builds.

Jace’s lips split into a diabolical smile. “We also think it’s time to put a baby in you, babe.”

Wait.

My breath catches in my throat. “What?”

“We threw your birth control away last night.”

“Jace,” I gasp.

How could they do that? Why would they do that?

My husband sits forward in his chair. “Every. Single. Day, Gracie. We’re gonna breed you. We’re havin’ a baby. The three of us. Now tell Daddy you want his cum.”

Wrapping his fingers around my throat, Wolf’s hot breath blows across my ear. “I’m gonna put a baby in my sweet girl. Does my sweet girl want Daddy’s cum?”

Holy hell.

“Yes,” I cry out, legs trembling.

“Yes, what?” Wolf nips my earlobe.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I’m the hardest I’ve ever been.

Watching them together, knowing what we planned and agreed to.

Wolf will come and go as often as he needs for the club, but won’t be away for long. Well, not too long. This is his home now. We’re his home. We’re doin’ this.

When we discussed what that looked like, we agreed that we wanted a baby with Gracie. Sure, we’ve been married for years, and the idea of parenthood has come up time and time again, but I’m ready now. She’s ready now, too, whether she thinks she is or not. Wolf was our missing piece.

Gracie moans as Wolf takes her. He sucks on her neck, and I watch his cock disappear in and out of her juicy cunt as I rub my shaft over the front of my pajama bottoms. Gracie writhes on his lap, all flush and adorable. Her eyes slam shut as she comes. I scoot my chair forward to rub her clit through her first climax and continue to rub it through her second and third. When Wolf looks at me, tears shimmering in his eyes, sweat on his brow, playing with Gracie’s nipples, he slams his eyes shut and his thighs tighten as he forces Gracie down on his cock. Tears drip down his cheeks as he releases inside her, our first moment of trying to conceive. Sure, it won’t happen today, but it’s symbolic—our beginning.

Kneeling on the floor in front of them, as they catch their breath and share a sweet kiss, I pull Wolf’s half-hard shaft from Gracie and lick him clean. The shared taste of them is the best thing in the world. Once I’ve sucked the last drips of cum from his slit, I push what I can back inside Gracie with my fingers before giving her the same treatment, cleaning up what I can of her smooth, plump, pussy with my tongue, taking my time… Savoring her. Savoring them. Savoring what’s mine.

Her fingers sift through my hair, gentle and loving. “Jace.”

I kiss the soft mound at the top of her pussy. “Yes, babe?”

“We’re all trying for a baby?” she whispers, as if afraid to say it aloud.

“Yes, my sweetheart. We are.”

“When did you decide this without me?”

“It was supposed to be a Christmas gift, but we got a little carried away.” Getting up from the floor, I go to the living room and pull everyone’s stockings from the fireplace—even Wolf’s, which Gracie snuck up there a few days ago. It matches the rest of ours. Red and white with a stitched W for his name.

When I return to the kitchen, they’re dressed and finishing up their breakfast. It must be cold now, but neither seems to care when I lay their stockings on the table to open whenever they’re ready. It’s a tradition for Gracie to fill mine, and I fill hers. We picked the items for Wolf’s together.