Chapter Ten #3
She pulled back right at the brink. An inch of my cock disappeared inside her channel, then another. Then another. Oh so slowly.
I watched myself vanish inside of her. Marcie's taut little tummy bulged with my girth as she welcomed me hilt-deep inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” Marcie whimpered. She bit down on her hand reflexively before remembering she was among friends and placing that hand on the back of the seat beside me. “Fill me up, Jack. Please. Haven't I been such a good girl? Haven't I earned it?”
“You most certainly have,” I murmured, my hands going to her hips. “Marcie, I'm so fucking proud of you...”
Spots of color rose to her cheeks that had nothing to do with how turned on she was. “Thank you,” she whimpered, every fear she'd had about being left behind falling away in that moment. “Oh fuck, please!”
I thrust once, hard. Marcie cried out, clinging to me, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders.
“There's our angel,” Yukiko said from the front seat. “Go ahead and ride it, Marcie. Don't worry, you won't get in any trouble...”
Motion caught my eye. On my right, Lakshmi and Tasha were making out, their clothes in a messy pile on the floor of the SUV. Maria's lashes fluttered as she came again, switching hands so she could suck and slurp her fingers for me while she watched me fuck.
“Such a pretty little girl,” the Latina murmured. “That little belly, those soft tits—I can see why Jack drove himself crazy to get you. Why he risked his boss killing him to feel that sweet little pussy wrapped around his dick!”
Marcie was moaning now, bouncing up and down in the same way she'd rode me in the front seat of my McLaren after we'd defeated Elizabeth Baines. “Jack, fill me!” she begged, her frustrations about still not being pregnant ringing through every syllable. “Pump me full! Please!”
With a grunt, I grabbed her and flipped her around.
Marcie was bent over the backseat, her tits flattened against the headrest, her back arching as she lifted her ass and let me enter her from behind.
One hand grabbed a messy tangle of her hair near the roots, using it as leverage go to even deeper.
“Oh fuck,” Kiki groaned. My princess sounded like she was on the verge of cumming just from watching. “Give it to her, Jack! Fill our angel up. Let her feel how much you love her while the rest of us watch her take it!”
“Yes!” Marcie pressed the side of her face against Maria's leather seats. “I want to feel you cum inside me, Jack! I need it... oh fuck...!”
A moment later she came, so loud I couldn't imagine how every car in a five-mile radius didn't hear it.
Her walls locked around me, clenching like a fist, and the feel of it combined with her begging and the heat of having so many other women watching me claim this girl to send me right over the edge.
Doctor's orders, a little part of my brain ventured. It was so absurd I could've laughed if I wasn't so fucking turned on.
I buried myself hilt-deep and let go, flooding her womb with thick jets of hot cream. As they splashed against her inner walls I buried my face in Marcie's hair, growling like a caveman against her as I rode out the waves of my passion.
“Mine,” I grunted, one arm between her breasts. “All mine...”
We stayed like that until both of us were down from our peaks. When I finally pulled out and relaxed into the seat, every woman in the car was grinning at me knowingly.
I met each of their gazes in turn, noting how satisfied they were. Then, at last, I met my princess's gaze in the rear-view mirror.
“Scenic route's almost over,” she said, signaling a turn. “This is definitely not the last long-cut I take on a drive, though...”
Laughter filled the SUV. “Girl, you're crazy,” Maria panted.
Marcie curled up against me. “Love you,” she whispered.
“Love you too,” I said, closing my eyes. “Shit, I love all of you...”
“We know,” Lakshmi said, pulling her leggings back on. “We love you too, Jack.”
The rest of the drive passed in half-asleep satisfaction. Lakshmi and Tasha snuggled Marcie and I from either side, and I was just starting to drift deeper when I heard Yukiko's voice. “We're here,” she said, pulling the SUV up the driveway. “Home sweet home.”
She cut the engine. There was silence in the car for a long moment.
“So,” Tasha finally said. “Minivan?”
“Self-driving minivan,” Yukiko agreed with a laugh. “You girls are insane. I love you all so much.”
The feeling was mutual.
I found Samantha upstairs, exactly where Caroline had dropped her off—in the master bedroom, wearing an oversized t-shirt, snuggled beneath the blankets. Kiki and Marcie were still getting ready—they'd join us in a few minutes.
I think both of them knew we needed a couple minutes alone.
She stirred as I slid in beside her. “Hi, Daddy,” she purred, giving me a sleepy kiss. “How was the drive home? Everything Kiki planned it to be?”
I laughed. “You knew about that, too?”
“Of course. What'd I miss after I left?”
“Everybody got drunker,” I chuckled. “I think Maria proposed a toast to your uterus in Spanish.”
“Sounds about right,” she murmured. Her eyes opened a crack, some of her tiredness retreating. “Can I tell you something, Daddy?”
Here it is, I thought.
“Of course, babygirl,” I said. “Anything.”
She hesitated. “When Mona said negative...”
She trailed off. I gave her a moment to gather her thoughts.
“When she said the baby was negative,” she amended, “I was so relieved I almost felt like I jumped out of my body. But at the same time, there was this other thing. I'm warning you in advance, it's going to sound insane.”
“This week's been pretty insane,” I said. “Whatever it is, you're in good company.”
Samantha nodded. “I was thinking: if it was bad news? If I'd been sick, if the baby was sick... if both of us were sick?” She paused. “I'd have been okay.”
My brows rose.
“Not okay okay,” she amended. “Obviously I'd have been a wreck.
But—I'd have had all this. You, and Kiki, and Marcie, and everybody else.
I know exactly how much I'd have been loved and cared for, because you all started to show me pretty much the second Dawn opened her mouth.” Her voice thickened.
“I don't know what the future holds. Something bad could happen to me, sure, and I could lose things that I take for granted now. The ability to walk. To see.”
“Babygirl—”
“I don't know if I'm going to ever need you to take care of me or not,” she said, cutting back in.
“But whatever happens, I know you can. And I know you all will.” Tears filled her eyes as she guided my hand to the swell of her pregnant belly.
“So it wasn't for nothing. I just had the scariest week of my life and absolutely none of it was for nothing, because now I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will never not be your babygirl.” She smiled. “I love you, Daddy.”
It took me a second to find my way back to speech.
“That's not dumb, babygirl,” I whispered.
She snickered. “It's a little dumb.”
“That might be the least dumb thing I have ever heard.”
Samantha leaned in close and kissed me. “Thank you, Daddy. For being you.”
I held her until she was snoozing. Yukiko and Marcie came in a few minutes later—almost as if they'd been waiting for us to finish our talk—and got into bed, switching off the lights and cutting on the white noise and kissing me good night.
I lay in the darkness for a few minutes, still holding my babygirl.
The scariest week of my life. But it wasn't for nothing.
It had been pretty damned scary for me, too.
But there was nothing in this world I couldn't make it to the other side of, as long as I got to come home every night to this.
And very soon, Marcie and I would start winning back her father's legacy.