Riley would spend hours taking their bodies: sucking gently on swollen, sensitive breasts that were already beginning to change; tracing the faint curves of their hips with his tongue; teasing their clits with expert fingers until they were begging, soaked and desperate.
Only then would he take them fully.
He fucked them until their voices grew hoarse from screaming his name.
Until their legs trembled and gave out. Until tears of overwhelming pleasure streaked their cheeks.
He'd flip them effortlessly—Evelyn on her back with legs over his shoulders while Monique straddled her face; Monique on all fours as Riley drove into her from behind, reaching around to rub Evelyn's clit in perfect rhythm.
And always, always, he finished deep inside them.
Even after conception was certain, Riley couldn't resist the primal urge to claim them again and again.
