Right Side of Paradise

by Shon

“I love you and what you did this morning made you happy. You should know by now, I want you happy, Chris.”

“I believe you, baby.” He let go of me. “Until then, I think I wanna watch you come on Christian’s dick while me and Soul take turns filling your mouth.” It was a shame how weak my knees got when he tugged slightly at the new chain around my waist.

He’d been looking at me for less than five minutes and I wanted to give him whatever he asked me for. Between him, Harlow and Soul, I was never going to have a normal heart rate again.

“And I think I’m falling for you and Soul too. I don’t know how it happened.”

“Thank you.” His voice was hoarse, taut with satisfaction. He thanked me. And now I couldn’t stop coming for him. My release was relentless. I came in spurts against my boxers, a guttural sound blanketing the bathroom. “Damn, you sound good,” Rico praised.

“And don’t try to play it off like you don’t know what I’m talking about either.” She cocked her head and gave me a sad smile. “You just said her name while we were having sex.”

“It’s your birthday, you know I’ll always find a way for you.” The same way he always made it happen for me without thinking. “I fucking love you,” he swore before his tongue found mine again. “It was perfect. Just like you.”

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy,” he promised, entering me in one deliciously painful thrust. “Then we’re going to dinner because I want everybody to see how fucking lucky I am.”

“You gone make Harley come too or I gotta do it?” “I can do it.” I whined shamelessly. “Good boy,” he whispered in my ear.

“You’re gonna come for us and fill me with your cum because I deserve it,” she panted, her voice consumed with lust.

Correction, he grabbed my hips and laid down with me on top of him. And when my mouth hung open in shock at the way he was handling me, he commanded, “Close that pretty mouth and open your legs, baby.”

I was past the point of caring about his oxygen supply or if my knees were squeezing the side of his head. He wanted this, and one thing I knew how to do was give Rico what he wanted.

“You don’t know how happy that made me. I’ve loved you for so long, Harlow. So fucking long. And tonight, I realized you love me as much as you say you do.”

“I can’t be still,” I bit back, voice hoarse and teeth clenched as my abs contracted. It was damn near painful how much pent-up lust I had for him. “All this fucking dick,” he praised, a little awe edging out his authoritative tone.

“Move your hand, Chris.” I didn’t. Not yet. “You been running from me all summer, and now you want to rush me?” “B-baby.”

“You’re mine now.” He kissed me briefly and stared at me. “I’ve been hooked on you all summer. I feel like I’ve been yours for a while, but now that I know you want me too, we not going back.”

I loved being their fuck toy. The vessel they used for their pleasure. I liked waking up to one of them shoving inside of me, liked the way they lost control when I gripped their dick with my walls and didn’t let up. I liked that they couldn’t keep their hands or mouths off me.

liked being the object of their obsession as much as their adoration. I liked it so much I loved it.

With Rico, Soul and Christian, my inner child was at ease, my inner slut was sated, and my inner lover girl was cherished beyond compare.

I could say I didn’t know how I ended up here, but I knew the exact play-by-play that led to Harlow’s panties being stuffed in my mouth and Christian sitting me down in the chair facing our bed.

“Granny, who been bringing you cigarettes?” “Grandson, I thought we were both minding our business.” She cut me a look, and my smile came without coaxing. “Now help me call Harlow.”

“I’m talking to you like you’re somebody who disrespected the woman I love.” I stuffed the towel back in my back pocket. “I’ll always love you and honor the role you played in my life, but Harlow and the family we’re building come first.” I held out my palm and extended a finger with each name I said. “Her, Soul and Christian are who I protect before anything else.”

Still, I couldn’t lie and say taking a nine-month hiatus from Aunt Flo hadn’t crossed my mind more than once in the last few weeks. Maybe that had just been my ovulating brain playing tricks on me.

There was something about the way Rico held us down that made me want to give him a baby. Something about the gentleness Soul showed all of us that made me want to be walking around growing his child. Something about the quiet comfort and love I got from Christian that kinda made me hope—and pray—it’d be twins.

And not surprisingly, they all cited the same well-meaning but loose in the lips source: Edith Westbrook.

Then everybody’s eyes fell on Christian. The reveal of his broad chest and thick waist pulled a collective—appreciative—groan out of all of us. He looked at us like he didn’t know he was fine as fuck and gathered his cards again.

“Birthday boy gets to choose.” Harlow fluttered her lashes at me. “So what do you want, Soul?” “I want Rico to suck Christian’s dick while I fuck Harley on this table.”

Moaning and gasping. Gripping me like my dick owed her something.

“Keep giving us forever and I’ll make it good for you, baby. I want you to wake up every day and know you deserve paradise.”

Like the time we came back and told our families and Grandma Edith made us reenact the ceremony so she could be there.

Then marrying them again because my grandmother felt a way about not being there with us. She was our flower girl and volunteered Mr. Tiny as our ring bearer.