Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I reluctantly pull out of Azadeh, and she rises to stand over Lev’s face.
“Open that pathetic mouth of yours, Lev. Nice and wide. I want to make sure you catch every drop.” Cyrus kneels behind Lev and lowers his head to his ass. “Clean up our girl’s holes while I lick your ass clean.”
I’m surprised when my cock rises as I witness the cum drip from Azadeh’s pussy and asshole into Lev’s waiting mouth while Cyrus’s tongue deeps into Lev’s ass and sucks out all the cum he’s emptied there.
Cyrus turns to me and smirks. “You can lube up my ass, Daddy. I think I’d like to see Lev take another load in his mouth.”
I smirk as I grab the lube, pouring it on my cock before I grip Cyrus’s ass and pound into him. “I told you I was the top, and you’re the bottom. How does it feel to know you’ll always be a nice wet cunt for me to fuck?”
Cyrus laughs. “Usually, I’d have you on the floor for that, but I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ high on life right now.”
Once we’re finished and everyone has come multiple times, I turn on the shower, and the four of us load into it. Unlike the dirty nature of our fucking, these touches are kind, caring, and full of compassion.
Cyrus has Lev pinned against the wall, a cloth moving gently on his cock and asshole while he kisses Lev and whispers how much he loves him.
I thread my hands through Azadeh’s hair, massaging the conditioner in her silky black locks.
“I wasn’t joking about the babies,” I whisper. “I want them.”
She turns and wraps her arms around my neck. “And I want to give them to you.”
Epilogue
Azadeh- Ten Years Later
Isit in the gazebo built for me many years ago as the kids run like wild animals in the yard, chased by two men who are just as wild.
The four of us married nine years ago in a makeshift civil ceremony. Obviously, it wasn’t legally binding, but we wanted something symbolic to show the world our commitment to each other.
We started weekly therapy sessions to work out our trauma. I was adamant about not bringing children into this world until we had a better coping mechanism to deal with our issues than sex. The guys agreed, and we’ve been attending weekly therapy sessions since as a family. Our daughter Nasrin was born two years later, followed by our twin boys two years later.
I gave up my journeys around the globe, but Lev set up a non-profit that I run, which helps girls who need to escape bad situations. We’ve saved five thousand girls from dire conditions in the eight years it's been running.
“I never thought this place would be my refuge,” Lev says, wrapping his arms around me and rubbing my pregnant belly. Our next child is due in a month. “Never thought the place of nightmares would become the place of perfect dreams.”
“We have a good life, Lev,” I say, bringing his left hand to my lips. His wedding band shines in the sunlight.
Lev kisses my cheek, watching our two men and three kids play. “We sure do.”