11. Chapter Eleven #2
“Oh fuck, is this real?” Caroline whimpered, tears streaming down her face. She looked at Marcie, but I could tell she was seeing something else. “Please, please tell me this is real, I can’t—if I wake up back in my own bed, I won’t be able to go on—”
“This is real,” Marcie told her, planting a kiss on the side of her mouth. “You’re ours now. You belong to the Averys, Eliza, and nobody is ever, ever going to take you away from us—”
That did it. Hearing her real name as I pounded her from behind sent Caroline right over the edge.
Every muscle in her body went taut as she came.
Caroline tossed back her head and howled with release, going boneless in Marcie’s arms even as the walls of her pussy clenched around me so tight it was a miracle I didn’t explode inside of her right then and there.
I kept right on thrusting, slow and deep, prolonging the magic while Marcie held our newest harem member tight and told her how well she was taking me.
She came down from her peak slowly, languidly.
She pulled off of me with a groan, some of her boldness returning even as she looked at me and Marcie like she couldn’t quite believe we were real.
Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with bliss, and her lips glistened with my angel’s juices as she licked them.
The look she gave me through her lashes nearly made me spurt all over the blankets.
“Let me taste it,” she panted, her teeth pressing against her bottom lip as she watched my cock. “I want to taste you.”
God damn.
Marcie answered her before I could. She understood her role tonight in a way I could only guess at, inhabiting it all the way down to her bones. She gave the siren a little swat on the ass, then pointed imperiously at the carpet next to the bed.
“On your knees,” she growled, sounding more like her my head wife than like my Marcie. “Right there. I want to watch you thank my husband for giving you this wonderful new place in our family.” She smirked. “I’m going to make sure you do it properly.”
Caroline hastened to obey, moving with a willowy grace that put her on the carpet as fast as an eyeblink. I sat on the edge, feet flat on the floor, cock sticking up like a pillar between my legs. It glistened with a mixture of juices: mine, Marcie’s, Caroline’s own.
She knelt between my legs, looking up at me the way I imagined settlers looked at the California coastline after a very long journey through the frontier.
She wrapped her hand around me, a little intimidated, then pressed her lips against the bottom of my crown like she was kissing a trophy she’d just won.
Marcie sat beside me, on her knees so she could peer between my legs. “Good girl,” she said, gathering up both of Caroline’s pigtails in her fist. “Thank my husband’s cock. It just made you cum, didn’t it?”
A mad little laugh spilled from Caroline’s lips. “Thank you for making me cum,” she groaned, teasing the underside of my crown with the tip of her tongue. “Thank you for… fuck, for everything. I can’t… I never imagined…”
“Shh,” Marcie giggled, pushing her down onto me. “You can tell us how great we are later. Give Jack the best blowjob he’s ever had.”
She tried. Good God she tried.
I honestly couldn’t tell you what the best head of my life was, but this was certainly up there.
Caroline was even better at giving blowjobs than she was at handling my wives’ hair and makeup—she put her whole self into it, hollowing her cheeks and working her tongue and never, ever breaking eye contact with me, even when she took me all the way down to the base.
One hand stroked me every time she pulled back, while the other clutched my thigh like she was a little worried I might vanish if she didn’t hold on tight.
She needn’t have worried. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Look at you go,” Marcie giggled, doing her best Yukiko impression and only occasionally letting her bubbly self shine through. “You must have needed this so bad. You’re so eager to get that load, aren’t you?”
“Mmmh hmmm,” Caroline groaned around me. I swore I could see hearts in her eyes. This girl was a lifer.
Between the wet heat of her mouth and the absolutely filthy shit spilling from Marcie, it wasn’t long before the pressure became unbearable. I swelled even bigger and thicker against the back of Caroline’s throat, hips shaking back and forth unconsciously as I neared the peak.
“I’m fucking close,” I grunted, grabbing a handful of the makeup artist’s hair around my fingers.
She pulled off just far enough to gasp. “On my face,” she rasped, her voice rough. “Please, I wanna fucking wear it—”
That pretty much sealed it.
Both of her hands grabbed me as her tongue worked me from base to tip, and then the pleasure was blinding as release washed over me hot and sweet.
I came with a roar they probably heard all the way in the servants’ quarters, emptying my balls in Caroline’s mouth and all over her gorgeous, eager, waiting face.
She knelt there and took all of it, opening wide and sticking out her tongue for me to shoot across it as I unloaded my sperm.
Marcie cried out in shock at how much of it there was.
When I came back to myself, Caroline was smiling between my legs, glazed and satisfied.
Her thighs and knees trembled like she could barely keep herself upright: later on, Marcie would let it slip that she was pretty sure she’d watched the woman cum a second time as I erupted into her mouth and all over her face.
She looked up at me and Marcie with the most peaceful expression I’d ever seen—or at least the most peaceful look from a woman whose face was coated in a porno’s worth of money shot.
“Thank you,” she said, planting a little kiss on my crown. “For all of it.”
Marcie knelt down and kissed her, moving from her lips to all the spots I’d painted with my load. “Welcome to the Avery clan,” she giggled, scooping up some of the seed glistening in Caroline’s dark hair and feeding it to her. “Something tells me you’re going to fit in perfectly.”
The next thing I knew, the three of us were under the covers. The mansion felt surprisingly quiet considering all the noise we’d just made. Like we’d shocked the entire Harrington residence into stunned silence.
Good, I thought.
Caroline had made no move to clean herself up.
She lay next to Marcie with the dried remnants of my climax on her face, wearing it like a medal she intended to keep close for as long as possible.
Every time I glanced over at her, her eyes lowered.
She’d gotten shy all of a sudden—a far cry from the woman who’d joked with this house’s owner about infiltrating the Avery harem.
Because joking about it and actually doing it are two different things, I thought.
Finally Caroline sat up a bit. “Can I…?”
Marcie and I shared a look. “Can you what?” my wife asked.
Somehow, after everything we’d just done, she had the temerity to blush. “Can I sleep in here tonight? With you two?”
Her face was filled with so much longing it made my chest ache.
“I know I’m not really supposed to,” she said, her eyes shining in the dim light. “I just…”
She clutched Marcie with one arm, me with the other.
“It would be perfect,” she said, her tone making it clearer than clear that tonight was the best night of her entire life. “I don’t want to be alone in there. I want to be with you two.” She smiled. “I want to wake up next to you. Please?”
It was a simple request. Yet I could tell it meant a hell of a lot more to Caroline than basic sleeping arrangements.
I decided not to poke too hard at it—there was still a wound inside this woman, one she was desperately trying to heal by becoming part of this thing we were building.
There’d be time to understand it later, days or weeks or—God willing—years later.
Besides, I didn’t really want her to go. Marcie didn’t, either.
“Sure you can,” I said, relaxing into the pillows. “You need anything from next door?”
Caroline shook her head. “Nope.” She brushed a lock of hair away from her cheek, smiling as she emphasized the mess I’d left on her face. “And if either of you need anything in the morning—like first thing in the morning—I’d be happy to handle it right when you wake up…”
Marcie made a happy sound. Both of them snuggled up next to me, gloriously warm beneath the blankets. The two of them were already thick as thieves.
“I think Jack will probably have something for you,” Marcie whispered.
She took Caroline’s hand, both of them reaching across my chest. I lay between them, eyes closed, already drifting off. These two are going to be trouble together, I told myself, chuckling as I sank into the darkness.
The good kind, though.
Something told me it would be more than worth it.