Chapter Six #3
“Look at you,” Yukiko purred, panting like she was the one getting fucked instead of watching it. “Taking every inch of your Daddy's cock like you were fucking made for it. How does that feel, Jack?”
I let out a wordless grunt in reply. It satisfied both women.
“Harder,” Kiki chuckled, raking my chest with her nails. “Fuck her harder. Fuck her proper. Don't hold back, fill your babygirl up—”
I gave Yukiko what she was asking for with her words, and Samantha what she was asking for with every movement of her body.
I locked into a hard, driving rhythm, the mattress squeaking beneath us as I grabbed Samantha's hips and pressed them together, making everything between her legs even tighter.
I could feel the orgasm building inside my balls, and every little clench and quiver around my cock as I rearranged my babygirl's insides made me want to shoot so hard I went blind.
“I'm gonna cum,” I growled, my hips a blur. “Fuck!”
Kiki's hand slid to the place where the two of us joined, finding Samantha's still-sensitive clit and rubbing it in tight circles.
Her other hand fingered her folds, keeping herself on the edge.
Both of us knew she wasn't waiting for Samantha's orgasm—Kiki was waiting for the second she felt my cock start to shoot to throw herself over the edge along with me.
Samantha's heels dug into my ass as she tried to get me deeper than deep. “Mark your territory,” she begged, fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me into an open-mouthed kiss. “Claim me. I'm yours, right, Daddy? Your babygirl? Always?”
“Always,” I rasped.
She smiled. “Fucking cum in me—!”
One more hard thrust and both of us were right there.
My cock jerked deep inside of her, spurting thick, hot ropes of cream as fireworks exploded behind my eyes.
Kiki's hand blurred between her legs, her head lolling back on her shoulders as she let out a triumphant cry and came, her thighs squeezing together through her moans.
As Samantha came down from her second peak, she turned her head and made out with her fellow wife. Kiki poured little gasps of bliss into her open mouth as the Asian rode out the last throes of passion, grinning like a cat who'd finished an entire bowl of cream.
I stayed inside of Samantha as the pleasure ebbed, bracing my forearms on either side of her to keep my weight from crushing her.
Kiki gently untied the panties from Samantha's wrists, massaging the faint red marks with her thumbs.
As soon as Samantha was fully free she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight, giving me a slow, messy kiss that left my head spinning.
“Still yours,” she whispered against my mouth. “Always.”
“That,” Kiki said, “was fucking awesome. God, that was so satisfying—!”
The three of us curled up together beneath the blankets, sweaty and sated. Samantha stayed in the middle, with Yukiko and I flanking her, the only sound in the room the hum of the white noise machine.
The rest of the house had gone quiet. Either everyone else had gone to bed, or they were doing a very good job of giving us our privacy.
I couldn't tell you when I fell asleep.
One moment I was on my back with Samantha curled up against my side, Yukiko's arms wrapped around her from the back.
The next I opened my eyes and found both women snoozing contentedly in a tangle of limbs, all of us having passed out.
When I slid out of bed to use the bathroom and checked my wristwatch, I discovered it was just after two AM.
I needed the rest, I thought, washing my hands and slipping back into bed. All of us did. Especially my babygirl.
I shimmed in next to the pair and was out like someone had unplugged me moments later. If I'd noticed the way Yukiko had her arms wrapped around Samantha even in slumber, I certainly hadn't thought it meant anything.
But I probably should have. Because neither woman fell asleep right after the sex the way I did.
Once, on my wedding night, Yukiko stayed up later than all the other women.
She did that because she wanted to make a promise to me—a sacred vow, that she would never treat any of my other wives as lesser because she had a piece of paper that legally made her Mrs. Jackson Avery and they didn't. That she would never pull rank, even if the rest of the harem would let her get away with it.
And that night, after I passed out, Kiki and Samantha had a similar conversation. About our family, about the illness—about a lot of things. It brought them even closer together, the way it brought Kiki and me even closer together on our wedding night.
And right before they went to sleep, my princess made my babygirl a promise.
I wouldn't learn the details for a long time—and when the time came, I wouldn't learn them from Yukiko. But it probably did more to ease Samantha's mind than anything else that had happened that night—the sex included.
My princess doesn't make many vows.
But when Yukiko Avery made a promise, she meant it all the way down.