A Double Dose of Billionaire: Part Four (7 page)

I moved my hips back and forth, trying to make them move faster. They got the cue, and soon, they were pounding me as hard as they could, throwing themselves against me with wild abandon. I was screaming my lungs out. It was a good thing this room was sound proof. My breasts slammed onto the chest of a twin as we rutted against each other. I gripped his back, digging my nails in, possibly leaving scratch marks.

 “Do you like it?” the husband behind me asked, licking my earlobe. “Do you like having both of us inside you, fucking you? Do you like it when we treat you like our little bitch?”

I nodded my head. “Yes, yes, yes!” I agreed.

“Say it; say you’re our bitch.”

“Fuck yes!”

“Say it!” He bit down on my earlobe. Hard.

They had turned me into a huge, hot mess.
 
“Yes, yes! I’m your bitch. Fuck me harder, please!” I couldn’t even think straight anymore.

“That’s my girl. You’re a slut aren’t you? Loving the way we pound our cocks into your hungry pussy. Look at you, grinding your hips against the both of us. So fucking sexy; so fucking delicious.”

“Please, please. Oh, my God. Ryan, Riley…” My words turned into an inaudible whisper.

“You’re
our
slut. You belong to us. All of you.” The twin in front took my mouth and kissed me ravenously. He was hungry, dominating; his tongue seeking to control my insides. He pressed deeper, forcing his way in, and I let him, accepting his control.

My insides were tight. Too tight. I didn’t know if I could even take another orgasm. It felt like I could explode at any moment.

His tongue left my mouth and trailed down my neck. It found its way to the nape of my neck. For a short while, it rested there, sucking and biting. And then the twin said, “You make me so damn fucking hard, Scarlet. I’m going to come. I want to come inside of you.”

I’d made sure to never miss a day of birth control after getting knocked up the first time, but even if I did and it happened again, we were already a family, and we’d been considering having another child. The next time, hopefully, a girl, because I had to deal with enough boy antics.

“I’m close,” a twin said. I thought it was impossible, but they began to drive into me harder. My energy had been drained. I’d had more orgasms than manageable, but one more was about to come. I blamed it on my pent-up sexual frustration and those damn vibrators for how sensitive I was. The twins should use them more often.

And then, all at once, their cocks went as deep as they could, one hitting my cervix. They came, losing themselves inside of me. My release came soon after. I hugged the twin in front of me as hard as I could, pressing my breasts against his chest. He took off my blindfold so I could see who had been using my pussy all this time—Riley. I had an inkling. It was usually Ryan who did the dirty talking.

We collapsed onto the bed, our limbs tangled in a sweaty mess. As they pulled out, a sticky string of cum slipped out of my openings. 

“Are we done?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

Riley scoffed, “Are you kidding? We’re just starting. We don’t get a night like this every day.”

“Give me five minutes to rest.” Pleasing these two was going to be the death of me.

He smirked. “One minute. Just enough time for me to fetch the dildo.”

I’d lost track of how many times I’d come that night, but I knew they were going to provide many more climaxes.

Ryan went back to exploring my body the second Riley left the bed. His fingers slipped under the curve of my breasts. Massaging them, he kissed me. I wrapped my hands into his hair, kissing him back.

My eyes were closed when Riley put the thick, plastic rod into my folds. It was huge—slightly bigger than the twins. I looked up. He held a small remote. It had three buttons—the high and low settings, and the on and off button. Grinning a devilish smile, he pushed the settings to high, and the object shook my center. The miniature vibrators were still secured on my body.  When I thought it couldn’t get any worse—or better—Riley pulled the dildo out and slammed it back in right after. I could hear the squelching noises my pussy was making. It had been thoroughly soaked.

All the attention was on me and my pleasure. They did this often. Sometimes, they’d make me come without following up themselves. It was usually when we were too busy, and didn’t have enough time to go for a full round. Ryan and Riley told me they liked the way I looked when I came and moaned. I thought I looked bad, and foolish, but I didn’t care. I just found them totally perfect when they did things like that, without asking for anything in return.

Tonight however, I was sure there’d be a follow-up.

We’ll fuck you until you’re numb, and begging for us to stop, and even then we won’t stop. We’re going to come inside of you. Over and over again until the next morning; until we’re satisfied. You won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow. Your pussy will be sore, thoroughly fucked, dripping with the cum of both my brother and me—
that was what Ryan had said to me over the phone that afternoon. I had been taking an afternoon break with Kristie, my best friend, who happened to drop by. I was blushing the whole time, hoping she didn’t catch Ryan’s words.

 And I didn’t think he was all talk. They did that a couple of times before, so I knew the twins were perfectly capable of carrying out what he had described.

As I whimpered, each of them took one of my nipples into their mouth. Their tongues rolled around the vibrators. Riley continued to slam the dildo into my pussy repeatedly. I was beginning to feel light soreness, but I wasn’t too worried about it. The twins knew I had a limit, and as the night progressed, they tended to get gentler.

Ryan flicked his tongue over the bud of my breast before releasing it. “Tell us when you’re going to come, Scarlet.”

“Now, Ryan,” I answered. “I’m going to come now.” I arched my back and let the tight sensation go. When I opened my eyes, I saw the contented smiles of my twins.

Riley gave me a light peck on the cheek before saying, “Our turn.” He pulled the dildo out and threw it to the side. I could see my juices coating it.

He positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. “Are you ready?”

I sucked in a deep breath. “Yes.”

***

Every weekday, the alarm on my phone would ring at six a.m. sharp. And so it did.

Unfortunately, I didn’t hear it because my phone wasn’t next to me. And by the time I woke up, it was eight in the morning. I should have slept with the phone by my side. It was in the living room, tucked inside my handbag, too far away to wake me up.  The sun couldn’t wake me up either, because I had slept in the naughty room, and the naughty room was in the basement, where there weren’t any windows. I quickly dressed myself in a robe. I needed to get upstairs to get my work clothes. Just when I tied the sash to secure the robe, Riley stirred and woke up. He rested a hand on his forehead, looking tired. “Oh, God, what time is it?”

“Eight,” I said, a sigh accompanying the word. We were going at it for a good four hours last night. I was surprised I managed to wake up at eight. I would’ve gone straight back to sleep if I hadn’t looked at my watch.

The color of Riley’s face practically drained away. “Shit. Nathan and Ethan.”

My jaw dropped and I froze on the spot. Crap. What if they’d woken up? I didn’t want them doing anything silly and hurting themselves.

We both shared a worried look before making a beeline for the door and running up the stairs. So much for good parenting. I must have risen on the wrong side of the bed, because today was starting out horribly.

When I swung the childrens’ room door open, I was relieved to find it still in one piece. I forgot the kids liked to sleep in, and they only woke up early every morning because I interrupted their slumber to bring them to the bakery. I smiled and showed Riley I was relieved by pulling the back of my hand over my forehead. He gave me a reassuring smile back.

“Can you help me get them dressed? I need to get ready for work. Wendy is going to tear my face off when I show up,” I said in a hushed tone.

He kissed me. “Sure, princess.”

I found my phone and looked in horror at the screen. Ten missed calls, all of them coming from Wendy, and the alarm had rung so many times it had gone silent.

Wendy must have been having a fit in the kitchen, going crazy trying to handle everything by herself. We had to show up early every morning because we had so many baking preparations to finish. She didn’t have my help with the clean up last night either.

I made a mental note to give Wendy a bigger bonus this month.

The rest of the morning was simply chaos. I had less than ten minutes to take a shower, get my unruly hair in order, pick out today’s outfit, and do all that morning stuff. After that, it was making breakfast, trying to stop the twins from crying—they always did that when someone woke them up, and neither of their fathers had enough experience with their tantrums so they couldn’t calm them down—making the bed, and stopping Ryan from accidentally setting the kitchen on fire when he thought he could be helpful by trying to cook.

All this, with a sore back and aching inner thighs.

Being a woman sure was tough.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take the day off?” Ryan asked, his expression concerned.

I shook my head and laughed. “Wendy will have my head. I’m pretty sure I’ll have a lot to fix if I skip work today.”

Riley frowned. “Let me know if you need another pastry chef. I’ll ask my assistant to get the best.”

“I appreciate it, but no thanks. I need to keep a careful watch on my balance books. I can’t be hiring top chefs all the time.”

“I’ll take care of it—”

I put my finger over his lips. “Nuh uh. I told you guys. I’m doing this myself.”

I straightened both their ties and took a step back to admire my handiwork. Even if I messed it up, my twins would still be just as dreamy and handsome. But their ties were as straight as my sexual orientation, as usual.

“Good luck at work,” I said, planting my lips on each of their cheeks, one at a time.

I looked behind me. Nathan and Ethan were circling Tyrone, clawing at his pants and asking him questions he couldn’t understand. Tyrone usually looked intimidating, but nobody could when they were surrounded by my two lovable kids. He was laughing while trying to get them in order. I was going to have to step in soon.

“We’ll see you when we get home,” Riley said, waving goodbye and stepping into his car. I couldn’t wait to see both of them again. We saw each other every day, but I hated every parting moment we had. Every single minute we spent with each other was a wonderful treasure.

I stood and watched as my two Adonises drove away. I turned on my heel and placed both my hands on my hips. “Now, what are my two little devils up to?”

“Mommy!” They released their attention from Tyrone and darted to me. Seconds later, I was the one being assaulted by my beautiful twin boys.

I looked at their shining green eyes, thinking about how happy I was.

They weren’t the easiest children to manage, but I wouldn’t have them any other way. To others, we were a strange family of five, but to me, we were wonderful.

Every day was filled with joy and laughter, and if that wasn’t perfect, I didn’t know what else could be.

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