5. Chapter Five #2
There was danger here—real danger. If I’d miscalibrated Yukiko’s feelings on the matter—if I were, say, reading her wrong and ascribing the way she felt about every other woman who jumped into our harem to her mother without realizing how different Yui Tanaka really was, I could blow my marriage up in ways that even Victoria Ruocchio couldn’t have dreamed of. It could seriously backfire.
But I’d always trusted my instincts where Kiki was concerned. And right now, my instincts were telling me my head wife was a dam already cracking from the pressure and just waiting for permission to burst.
I thought of giving her a preamble and discarded the thought. “Yes.”
Kiki’s brows shot skyward. “Just like that?”
“The answer is yes,” I told her with a shrug. “If you’re okay with it. But the more important question, princess, is how you feel about the whole thing—”
It was as far as I got.
Yukiko’s mouth smothered mine with a groan as she reached for me, pulling me to her mid-sentence like she couldn’t bear hearing one more word pass my lips.
Her tongue slid into my mouth as her free hand found the knot in the front of her kimono and untied it, letting the robe open loosely against her breasts.
Kiki broke the kiss with a wet little whimper. “That’s the worst part,” she admitted, not daring to meet my eye. “The reason I needed to be completely alone to have this conversation with you.”
You want this, I thought.
She met my eyes, like she could read my mind. “I don’t hate the idea nearly as much as I should.”
Neither of us moved. Her gaze turned defiant, as if she wanted me to slap her, yell at her, tell her how insane she was being.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she murmured.
I could feel her pulse taking off like a hummingbird’s wings. “Like what?”
“Like you want to psychologically interrogate this,” she said, her fingers tugging at my shirt. “I have a fucking therapist for a mother. The last thing I want is to be analyzed right now.”
“You’ve had more than enough of that for one day,” I agreed. “I think right now what you need is your husband.”
Kiki grinned. “You’re goddamned right I do.”
She rolled back into my arms and shrugged her kimono off her shoulders. The fabric fell away, leaving her naked and gasping, goosebumps breaking out on her shoulders and down her arms as she clutched at me.
Her mouth went to my neck, her tongue trailing across the big vein on the side of my throat before latching on and slurping in that way that always made me moan like crazy.
A gentle kick sent her kimono fluttering to the floor, all thoughts of clothes forgotten.
Her hands tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head, adding it to the pile.
As she went for my boxers, my hand strayed between her legs. And both of us froze.
Oh, I thought, my eyes widening almost despite myself. Oh wow.
Yukiko was already wet and ready when my fingers found her. That part didn’t surprise me—she was naked in my arms, making out with the man she loved most in the world, it would bizarre if she wasn’t turned on—but what did surprise me was how much she was turned on.
Her cheeks flushed scarlet. My head wife, the pragmatic leader of my harem and my partner-in-crime, was so aroused from talking about me having sex with her mother that she was embarrassed by how badly she was dripping all over my fingers.
“Kiki,” I groaned. “Jesus…”
“Keep touching me,” she rasped, the words more of a question than a command. “Please. Oh fuck, Jack, I am so fucking horny right now…”
Both of us knew that. I couldn’t not go further. My fingers parted her folds, slowly pressing into the wet heat of her cunt. Honey coated the digits like I’d shoved them into the center of a beehive.
Yukiko made a small, helpless noise against my throat.
“Both of us know why you’re this turned on,” I growled.
My princess’s eyelashes fluttered. “Not yet,” she whimpered, grinding herself against my thigh. “Please, I can’t handle it yet. Not until you’re inside me?”
As if underscoring the point, her free hand took the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down. The fabric caught on the head of my cock, grinding against it for a moment and making me moan. Kiki’s fingers going there a moment later made me moan even harder.
“You’re hard,” she whispered, peering at me through her lashes. “Really hard.”
“You’ve been talking about how badly your mother wants me for the last fifteen minutes,” I growled. “What do you expect?”
A tremor passed through her whole body at the mention. Her thumb rolled over the crown of my cock, making me throb against her palm. She was getting me so fucking turned on I could hardly think straight.
Which, I would realize later, was exactly the point.
Because the things my princess wanted—needed, frankly—to be said between us weren’t going to get voiced tonight if both of us weren’t outrageously turned on, first.
We stayed like that, my fingers in her pussy and hers wrapped around my cock, for about another thirty seconds. Then Yukiko leaned back, spreading herself wider, readying herself.
“I need to be on top,” she said, her voice coming out high and panting. “Cowgirl’s just about the only position I think’s gonna work right now…”
I rolled onto my back and braced my shoulders against the headboard. “Ride me,” I commanded, my hands going to her hips. “Let me feel that wet cunt wrapped around my cock, princess. Give it to me right now.”
It took her less time than I’d have thought considering her condition. She straddled me, her knees on the mattress and her ass resting on my thighs, then lowered herself as she guided my cock into her by the base. She sank down in one slow, controlled stroke that bottomed me out inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” Kiki whimpered. The weight of her stomach forced her to lean forward, one hand braced on my chest. Her tits, so much fuller and heavier since I’d knocked her up, swayed gently with every motion. “Yeah, that’s just right. Mmmph, I’m so full!”
“Yeah, feel that,” I grunted, thrusting upwards into her. “Christ, you’re so tight. You make my cock feel so fucking good…”
A slow, lazy smile spread across Kiki’s face. “You still think I’m hot?” she asked, gathering her tits with one arm and squeezing them.
I knew she was putting me on. There wasn’t a self-doubting bone in this girl’s body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I told her, holding onto her hips with both hands. “I bred you, princess. Every man who looks at you can’t not know what I put inside you. They all know that you’re mine. That you belong to me…”
Yukiko shuddered as she ground herself down on me. “Women see it, too,” she panted. “Like Yui.”
“Like Yui,” I agreed.
Kiki moved slowly, her thighs gripping me tight with every stroke. “I’ve been thinking about it,” she admitted, her cheeks burning with heat. Now that I was inside of her, making her feel this way, some of the fear was gone. “A lot.”
“I can tell,” I said, grinning. “You’re fucking soaked, princess. You’re such a mess…”
We moved faster. Harder.
Yukiko’s eyes rolled back in her head as she impaled herself on me. Those big tits of hers bounced in my face, and under other circumstances I would’ve sat up and buried my face in them. But not tonight. Tonight was about something very different.
Tonight, I wanted us staring right at each other when we said what we were going to say.
I kept my hands tight on her hips, making sure she didn’t tilt one way or the other.
It was a real risk with her this far along.
I met every downward grind with an upthrust of my own, burying myself deeper and deeper as she rode me.
The sheets beneath us were soon sopping wet.
It made me glad for another reason we had the bed to ourselves.
“Yes—fuck—just like that!”
The bed squeaked rhythmically beneath us as we fucked. For long minutes, nothing escaped my head wife except pants and moans and tiny, bitten-off expletives as my cock hit all those special spots inside of her.
And then, slowly, Yukiko began to make her deepest, darkest fantasies known.
“If she ever… if we let her…”
She broke off, biting her hand, a scream of bliss escaping her as her walls ground down on me.
“Keep talking,” I grunted, meeting her stroke for stroke.
Kiki’s hand left her mouth. “She’d be so quiet about it. So professional. Until you got her alone in a room with a locked door.” Her eyes shone with lust. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Jack. I know how Yui is when she wants something. She’s even worse than me.”
“Dreaming of white picket fences?”
“Dreaming of something else,” she whimpered, taking me deep.
“And I’d have to hear all about it. From the other wives.
From the other girls. From her.” Her mouth opened like an opera singer’s, and I could feel her clenching around me so hard it was a miracle she didn’t just cum.
“God, that’s so fucked up. Why the fuck am I so turned on right now… ?”
I didn’t answer with words. Words wouldn’t have worked.
I grabbed Kiki and lifted her into my arms, pregnant belly and all.
I sat up as she squealed, moving to the foot of the bed and setting her on the edge with her ass hanging just over the side and a pillow beneath the small of her back to give me the perfect angle to go deep.
She spread for me instinctively, one hand parting her thighs while the other grabbed my arm to steady herself as I jackhammered inside of her.
This time, I was in control. I thrust hard and fast, the headboard slamming into the wall, not caring who heard. Hell, both of us wanted the whole fucking house to hear this.
“Look at you,” I grunted, grinning down at her as the pressure built in my balls. “Pregnant with my kids, talking about your own mother taking my cock, making a mess all over our sheets. Fuck, you are filthy tonight, princess.”
“I know!” The cry tore itself from her throat. “I know I am. Fuck, please don’t stop!”
I wasn’t going to stop. Not when I knew how much she was enjoying this.