Damon's Challenge(30)

Behind him, Andy teased his ass, sliding the lube in deep with one, then two fingers. Damon relaxed as the penetration went deeper. There was nothing for him to do other than wait as Andy toyed with him.

He sensed the other man’s enjoyment and didn’t want to cut it short because he couldn’t handle it. It had been too long since he’d felt the hard length of a cock inside his ass. Damon knew if he didn’t gain control of his senses he wouldn’t be able to last past the first real thrust.

Come on, Damon, focus.

In that moment he didn’t feel in charge of his submissives. He felt like a great tidal wave of sensation. Not one part of him wasn’t aflame. He craved Andy’s cock in his ass.

“Fuck me, Andy, and do it properly or I’ll punish you,” Damon said, fighting with his arousal. Biting down on Meredith’s clit, he slammed a third finger into her pussy. Within seconds Andy clearly got the message as fingers were replaced with a hard, wet cock.

Excitement crashed into him, and Damon waited for the tip of Andy’s cock to penetrate him. He loved the initial burn of the cock sliding inside him.

The tip opened him up. His tight ring of muscles refused to let Andy enter.

Andy gripped his hips and plunged the tip inside.

Closing his eyes, Damon bit his lip at the dual sensation of pain and pleasure. He was totally addicted to the feeling.

“The tip is inside you, Sir,” Andy said.

“I know.” He looked into Meredith’s eyes and saw the twinkle reflected in them.

Bending down he spread open her lips and claimed her clit once again. She jerked, crying out as he lashed her nub with his tongue. He wouldn’t release her, wanting her screams and cries, to hear every ounce of pleasure he was creating within her body.

“Yes, Damon, please.” She begged and pleaded with him to give her what she wanted.

Andy plunged all the way inside his ass. Damon gave himself over to the two people he loved. Their scent and love surrounded him, giving him a place within their home and their hearts.

Pumping three fingers into her cunt, Damon watched as she came apart in his arms, her orgasm taking over as she met him thrust for thrust. He didn’t let up and sent her into a second orgasm. Andy wasn’t going to last long either. His strokes were no longer smooth but jerky as he tried to stem the orgasm.

“Let it happen,” Damon said.

Within minutes they were all screaming in orgasm. Damon lapped it up. His two lovers were coming apart because of him. When it was over, he rested his head on Meredith’s stomach, licking her cream from his fingers.

“I can’t move,” Meredith said, sounding breathless.

“Who would want to move right now?” Andy asked.

“We’re going to be parents,” Damon said, loving the thought of becoming a dad more than anything.

“He told me the test was positive,” Andy said, talking with Meredith.

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m pregnant?”

“No. I’m ready for us to have children, and Damon’s not going anywhere, are you?” Andy asked.

“You’re stuck with me.” Damon nibbled on her stomach and leaned up. “I think we need to get moving though. This table needs to be cleaned. I’m happy to share you with Andy. I’m not happy to share you with any of the other guys.” Damon kissed her stomach and waited for Andy to pull out of his body. “A bath I think, and then we’ll clean up the mess.” His subs both responded with, “Yes, Sir.”

Picking Meredith up in his arms, he carried her upstairs to the bathroom. For the first time in his life, his future looked brighter than ever before.

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Meredith placed the last decoration on the tree as the timer for the mince tarts went off. She was exhausted with all the baking, but she loved it. The Christmas fair was in a matter of days. The event took place on the twenty-third of December, and it was one she loved more than anything. She put a hand to her stomach wondering when she would start showing. The test she’d taken had come back positive, and Damon had made her an appointment with the doctor.

She wasn’t due to the see the doctor until after Christmas. Smiling, Meredith bent down to pull the latest batch of tarts out of the oven. She recalled Damon’s anger at the late appointment. Besides the prescription for folic acid, which the doctor made, nothing else was wrong with her. She did enjoy his concern.

His ranting about it showed he cared a lot.

The ranchers were piling in from the cold. This would be their last day on the ranch, and she’d made them all a present each. She’d made a bag filled with her baking for them to take home. They all appreciated her food, or at least that’s what they said to her.