Chapter 3: Triple Threat
The silence after his roar was absolute, broken only by the wet, sucking sound as Sammie finally lifted herself off him. His spend leaked from her in a slow, shameful trickle onto the satin sheets. She didn’t try to stop it. She watched it pool, a dreamy smile on her lips, before sliding off the bed and padding naked toward the ensuite bathroom.
Johnny lay wrecked, his mind a scrambled mess of horror and aftershocks. The muscle in his jaw ticked. He stared at the ceiling, trying to find his breath, to find a thought that wasn’t tainted.
“Look at you,” Carly said. She hadn’t moved from her perch beside him. Her voice was low, a mix of awe and possession. “Completely fucking drained. Twice in what, twenty minutes? You haven’t come like that since we were twenty-five.”
He turned his head. Kelly was lounging in one of the leather chairs by the window, one leg hooked over the arm, idly tracing circles around her nipple with a fingertip. She met his gaze and winked. “Performance anxiety’s gone, huh, big guy?”
“You are all out of your minds,” Johnny said, the words scraping raw from his throat. He pushed himself up. “This isn’t… you can’t just decide to… to impregnate someone as a fucking marital aid.”
“Why not?” Carly asked, genuinely curious. She crawled over to him, her breasts swaying, and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back down. Her strength surprised him. “It’s biology. It’s the ultimate thrill. Seeing if you can take a pretty young thing and put a baby in her belly.” She leaned close, her lips brushing his ear. “It got you harder than granite, baby. Don’t lie.”
The bathroom door opened. Sammie emerged, clean but still glowing, her blonde hair damp at the temples. She walked to the foot of the bed and knelt on the mattress, her eyes fixed on Johnny with an unnerving, devotional intensity. “Carly’s right,” she whispered. “It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. Feeling you… release inside me. It was so hot. So real.”
Johnny felt a treacherous stir in his gut, and lower. His body was betraying him, responding to the raw hunger in her voice, to the memory of that impossibly tight heat.
“See?” Carly murmured, her hand sliding down his stomach. Her fingers found his cock, which was already half-hard again, smeared with the mixed juices of all three women. She gave it a slow, possessive stroke. “Your body knows what it wants. Your mind is just playing catch-up.”
Kelly stood from the chair, stretching like a cat. “So what’s next? We just… call it a night? Seems anti-climactic.” She sauntered to the bed, her eyes on Sammie. “You got your breeding, sweetheart. But we did promise him all three.”
Sammie’s breath hitched. She looked from Kelly to Carly, a flicker of nervous excitement in her eyes. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Yeah, you did.”
“All three holes tonight, baby,” Carly growled, her command slicing through the thick air. She shifted, moving behind Sammie. Her hands settled on the younger woman’s hips. “Present for him. Let him see what he’s getting.”
Sammie obeyed instantly. She arched her back, pushing her round, perfect ass into the air. She lowered her head to the sheets, her face turned sideways, watching Johnny over her shoulder. Her pink, delicate asshole was clenched tight, a tiny, forbidden star just below the shadowed cleft of her pussy, which was still swollen and glistening.
Kelly moved to the side.