Chapter 35: Chapter 35
I woke to warmth. That slow, insistent pull of a mouth around me, dragging me up from sleep into something better. My eyes blinked open to find Tiffany's blonde hair spread across my thighs, her head bobbing in my lap with practiced rhythm. She looked up at me, those big blue eyes sparkling with mischief, and took me deeper. Her tongue worked the underside of my shaft, lapping at the thick ridge of my head before swallowing me down again.
"Fuck, sunshine," I groaned, my hand finding the back of her head, threading through those long golden strands.
She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight through my cock and up my spine. I was already hard and aching, the morning light filtering through the curtains and painting her in gold. She moved with an expert's patience, slow and teasing, building me toward a peak she wouldn't let me reach.
Just as I felt that familiar tightening in my balls, she pulled off with a wet pop. A thin strand of spit connected her lips to my cock for a moment before breaking. She giggled, crawling up my body, and I saw it. A glistening trail of white running down the inside of her thigh. My cum, still leaking out of her from last night.
"Look what I still have in me," she purred, positioning her hips over mine. The head of my cock pressed against her slick, well-fucked entrance. "Think you can add to it?"
I gripped her hips. "You want more?"
She answered by lowering herself. Inch by inch, that tight, wet heat swallowed me. She took me down to the hilt with a deep groan, her eyes fluttering closed, her body shuddering around me. I felt every ripple of her inner walls clenching as she adjusted to my thickness. She sat there, full of me, and let out a breathless laugh.
"So full," she whispered.
I ran my hands up her sides, over her ribs, settling on her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. She moved, slow and deliberate, rolling her hips forward and back, grinding against me. The bed creaked with each motion, the sound mixing with her soft gasps.
We fell into a lazy rhythm. She looked down at me, golden hair falling around her face, and I saw something raw in her expression. Something tender.
"Are you sure you're okay with all this?" I asked, my voice thick. "Steph's going to have my baby in a month."
She smiled, that sunshine smile that had first won me over. "Everyone here is going to love that baby so much. It's going to be the most spoiled kid in Los Angeles." She leaned forward, letting my cock sink even deeper as she changed her angle. "Maybe I want your baby too."
I raised an eyebrow.
She laughed, pressing her palms to my chest. "Not like, right now. Eventually. But we should still practice."
I caught her, pulling her down to kiss me. Her lips parted against mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I reached down and captured one of her pink puffy nipples between my lips, suckling greedily. She moaned against my mouth, grinding down harder on me.
"I caught Zoe peeking in this morning," Tiffany whispered, breathless. "She wants me bad. She's like your little protege." She rolled her hips, and I felt her walls squeeze around me. "I don't mind playing with the others, but I think I only want you fucking me."
I chuckled, the sound vibrating through her body where we were joined. "Yeah, she's insatiable."
We moved together, slow and deep, the kind of sex that wasn't just about coming. It was about being present, about feeling every inch of each other. Tiffany's breath quickened, her thighs trembling around me. I could feel her getting close, that telltale flutter inside her.
"Fill me up again, Ron," she panted, her nails digging into my chest. "I want to feel you pumping into me."
I thrust up into her, hard, hitting that spot that made her gasp. She rode me faster, chasing her release, and I was right there with her. We came together. Her walls clamped down, milking me, and I buried myself deep, unleashing thick, hot streams of cum into her. She cried out, collapsing forward, her body shuddering through wave after wave of pleasure.
I held her, stroking her back, my cock still buried inside her, pulsing with the last of my release. She pressed her lips to my neck, her breath warm and uneven.
"I love this," she murmured. "I love waking up full of you."
We drifted off like that, tangled together, the morning sun climbing higher through the windows. The house was quiet, or at least quieter than usual. For a moment, it felt like just us in the world.
Later, I woke to the sound of the shower running and the unmistakable sound of giggling from the bathroom. The bed was empty beside me, the sheets cool. I stretched, the pleasant ache in my groin reminding me just how thoroughly Tiffany had ridden me.
Curious, I padded to the bathroom door. It was cracked open, steam curling through the gap. I peered inside.
The shower was running, but Zoe and Tiffany were tangled together by the sink. Zoe was on her knees, her head between Tiffany's thighs, and from the angle, I could see exactly what she was doing. Her tongue was buried in Tiffany's slick pussy, lapping up my cum that was still oozing out of her. She was methodical, thorough, cleaning every last drop.
Tiffany had her head thrown back, one hand gripping the counter, the other tangled in Zoe's dark hair. She was letting out low, satisfied hums.
"You're being very thorough," Tiffany teased, her voice breathy. "Did you want to taste him that badly?"
Zoe mumbled something I couldn't make out against Tiffany's flesh, and Tiffany laughed, the sound echoing off the tile.
Zoe kept at it for several more minutes, her tongue stroking through Tiffany's folds, cleaning up the last traces of my load. When she finally pulled away, her lips were slick, her eyes hooded with hunger.
"All better," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Tiffany looked down at her, something soft passing across her face. She pulled Zoe to her feet and kissed her, tasting herself on Zoe's tongue. Then she dropped to her knees with a wicked grin.
"Your turn, baby."
Zoe's eyes widened. She didn't get to protest. Tiffany had her shorts down in one motion, revealing that slender cock, already hardening. Tiffany wrapped her lips around it with practiced ease, taking Zoe deep into her throat.
Zoe gasped, her hands flying to Tiffany's head. "Fuck, sunshine. That's... that's so good."
Tiffany worked her up with an expert's patience, one hand wrapped around the base of Zoe's cock, the other sliding between her legs. I watched as Tiffany's finger pressed against Zoe's entrance, then slowly pushed inside. Zoe whimpered, her hips bucking.
Tiffany slid a second finger in, crooking them forward, pressing against Zoe's prostate. Zoe's whole body went rigid. A scream tore from her throat as she pumped her thin, white seed down Tiffany's throat.
Tiffany swallowed everything, her blue eyes locked on Zoe's face the entire time. When she finally pulled off, she licked her lips, a drop of Zoe's cum glistening at the corner of her mouth.
"All better?" Tiffany teased, gentle, with real affection in her voice.
Zoe slid down the counter, landing in a heap on the floor, her chest heaving. "Jesus Christ," she whispered. "Where did you learn to do that?"
Tiffany grinned, helping her up. "Nebraska girls know a thing or two."
I pushed the door open fully, leaning against the frame, my arms crossed. "Looks like I missed the party."
Zoe went red, but Tiffany just laughed, padding over to me naked and completely unashamed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, deep and slow. I tasted Zoe on her lips, mixed with something else. Something like home.
"Never missed anything," Tiffany murmured against my mouth. "You were the guest of honor."
Zoe grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her slender frame, still blushing. "I should... go check on Steph."
She slipped past us, but paused at the door. Her hand came up, and she gently touched Tiffany's shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered. "For that. I needed it."
Tiffany smiled, warm and genuine. "Anytime, Zoe."
Zoe slipped out, and Tiffany turned back to me, pressing her body against mine. I could still smell the sex on her, that mingled scent of me and her and Zoe.
"You're good at this," I said, running my hand down her back.
"At what?"
"Taking care of all of us."
She looked up at me, those blue eyes soft. "This is my home now, Ron. I want to be good to the people in it."