Page 76 of Their Tracked Obsession

Now every hole in me was entirely stretched, penetrated and so fucking full.

“Such a slutty wife taking your husbands in every hole,” Saint whispered in my ear and licked up the earlobe. “Which are ours now. We own them, fuck them, and have access to them any way we please.”

“Yes. But we need you to come, sweetheart.” Sin picked up speed to a more frantic rhythm. “Let this pussy weep. I want you to drip all over me.”

I moaned.

“Come for him, Liv.” Saint nuzzled my neck, and he bit me. “Drench him. Go on. Don’t you want your husband to put his baby inside you?”

Sin popped his thumb out of my mouth.

“Yes! Please! Yes!” I cried out and held onto the back of Sin’s neck. “Fuck me! Harder! Fill me with your cum!”

Sin did. He rode me. Faster. Forceful. I came. Violently.

I couldn’t quit squirming between my men, and my legs thrashed, but they held onto them as they kept pounding into me. Again and again. Until Sin grunted with a final deep thrust into me, and he held his dick there while he filled me full of him.

“Good wife,” Saint groaned as he shot his load inside my butthole, and he kissed my cheek. “Soon-to-be mommy.”

“Fingers crossed.” Sin sighed deeply and pulled his cock out of me. “Right, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” I laid my head back against the pillow, breathlessly. “Hopefully.”

I let go of my husbands and touched my belly. Saint pulled out of my bum, and I could feel their slickness dripping out of my sensitive holes. We might have conceived a baby with our lovemaking.

Visions of lullabies, cuddles, and darling baby coos danced in my head. The thought of my belly growing and expanding to make a home for our child for nine months excited me. Our sweet little baby could be in our arms soon.

“Our baby will happen.” Saint lay on his side, faced me, and played with my hair on the pillow. “We’ll make sure of it. Won’t we, Sin?”

“Yep.” Sin popped the P and twirled a strand of my hair between his fingers. “She’ll have the same hair color as you, and beautiful eyes as wide as her mommy’s.”

“Or…” I giggled and flicked Sin’s hair. “He’ll look like you and have Saint’s personality.”

“With a side of Sin’s sarcasm.” Saint chuckled, and he placed his hand on top of mine over my stomach. “And a love for motorcycles.”

I pushed Saint against his chest. “No way! I want my child to stay safe.”

“And he will.” Saint shrugged and rolled off the bed. “We’ll buy him everything he needs.”

“Saint. Seriously.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know if I want my child on a damn—”

“I’m starving.” Saint changed the subject and clapped his hands together. “Let’s get some room service.”

Saint went over to the phone on the table and picked it up. My mind reeled, and I realized we’d had our first disagreement, but we weren’t even pregnant. Well, we could be.

“Don’t worry about him.” Sin brushed his lips against my shoulder and touched my tummy. “If you really don’t want our child riding on a motorcycle, then he won’t. I promise. I’ll deal with Saint.”

I smiled. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Love you.” Sin leaned in and rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. “Saint does too. He’ll be on board with anything you want.”

“I love you too.” I sighed, closing my eyes and opening them when the bed moved. “Wait. Come back. I want to cuddle.”

I pouted at Sin as he pulled on some pants, and he came back to me. Shirtless. Sexy. His hair was all in his face as his hand swiped it back, and he kissed me on the lips. Leisurely. Needy. Playfully. I rolled onto my side, and he smacked my ass, causing me to giggle against his mouth.

“Get dressed.” Sin obsessively squeezed my butt cheek. “We don’t want room service coming up here and ogling our wife.”

“Okay,” I groaned and tossed a pillow at Saint. “Get me a coffee, please.”