I straightened, grabbed Delilah's hips, and fucked her like I was trying to brand her from the inside. The headboard slammed the wall. Jasmine reached under and rubbed Delilah's clit in tight circles. Tessa pinched her nipples, twisting until Delilah sobbed.
"Tell him," Tessa purred. "Tell him what you told us."
Delilah's voice cracked. "I was wrong… I thought you were just another guy chasing pussy… but you're building something real… with all of us… I want in… I want you… I want this baby to have a dad who fights for his family…"
Her words snapped something inside me. I fucked her harder, deeper, the slap of skin on skin drowning out everything else. Kim's mouth stayed glued to my balls, worshipping every inch, tongue flicking like she was starving.
Delilah's second orgasm hit like a freight train. She screamed my name, whole body seizing, pussy milking me so tight I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Gonna fill you," I snarled. "Gonna pump this pregnant pussy full."
