[ Another Six Months Later ]
The living room has been overtaken by toys: stacking blocks, a stuffed giraffe with a missing ear, and a plastic xylophone. Emma is in the middle of it all, wobbling proudly on chubby legs as she takes a few determined steps toward Jake.
Jake crouches down, arms outstretched. "Come on, Emma! You've got it just a little more…"
Emma squeals, totters forward, then collapses against his chest with a triumphant giggle. Jake laughs, scooping her up and spinning her around. "And that's another victory for my baby girl."
From the couch, Haley claps her hands. "That's my girl! I knew she'd be walking before the family trip."
Alex, sitting cross-legged on the rug with a notebook propped on her knee, watches quietly. She smiles, but there's a flicker of something else in her eyes as she jots down a line of notes. After a moment, she sets the notebook aside and crawls over to tickle Emma's belly. The baby squeals and wriggles in Jake's arms.
"You know," Alex says softly, looking at Jake, "she makes it look… worth it. The sleepless nights, the toys everywhere." Her voice falters a little. "Sometimes I look at her, and I… I want one too."
"Like, now?" Haley tilts her head, curious.
Alex shakes her head quickly, cheeks flushing. "No. Not yet. I mean, I have to finish at MIT. I want to do it right, not juggle late-night feeds with quantum mechanics." She glances at Jake, her expression gentle but firm. "But after? Once I graduate? I don't want to wait too long."
Jake studies her, still holding Emma against his chest. The little girl tugs at his collar, babbling happily. He presses a kiss to her soft hair before answering. "Then we'll wait until you're ready."
Alex's shoulders relax, her smile blooming.
"Good. That's all I needed to hear." She leans in and kisses his cheek, then ruffles Emma's hair. "In the meantime, I get to practice being the cool aunt-slash-part-time-mom with her."
Haley smirks. "You mean the serious aunt who alphabetizes the board books and corrects me when I say 'baba' instead of 'bottle.'"
Alex huffs, though her lips twitch. "Words matter, Haley. And she should know them correctly."
Emma answers by blowing a spit bubble, and all three burst into laughter.
Jake shifts Emma onto his hip and nods toward the pile of half-packed bags by the door. "Speaking of, we've got to finish packing if we're going to survive a week at your parents'. One week with Phil in full grandpa mode and Claire hovering over everything we do…" He mock-groans. "Pray for me."
Haley tosses a folded sundress into the suitcase.
"You'll live. Mom will fuss, Dad will cry, Luke will make weird comments again, and everyone will be obsessed with Emma." Haley says.
Alex zips up her own overnight bag with military precision. "Except this time, Emma's walking. Which means childproofing the Dunphy house is about to become a blood sport."
Emma claps her hands at the word walking and Jake kisses her temple.
"Looks like she's ready for her debut." He says.
Haley steps over, looping an arm around Alex and Jake both, careful not to squish Emma between them.
And with that, the unconventional family finish packing up their car, ready to face a week at Claire and Phil's with one-year-old Emma.
[ Claire and Phil's Driveway ]
[ Late Afternoon ]
The SUV pulls up, trunk stuffed with bags, a folded stroller, and boxes of Emma's toys. Jake shuts off the engine and looks back at the baby. Emma is wide awake in her car seat, babbling happily and kicking her feet like she knows something big is about to happen.
"Okay, sunshine, ready to knock everyone off their feet?" Haley leans over, unbuckling her. Emma squeals, arms reaching up.
The front door bursts open before they're even out of the car. Phil comes jogging across the lawn, arms flailing like he's crossing a finish line.
"She's here! My grandbaby is here!"
Claire follows at a calmer pace, dish towel still draped over her shoulder. "Phil, slow down! You're going to trip!"
Haley lifts Emma from the car. Phil crouches, spreading his arms wide. "Come to Grandpa!"
Emma totters a few steps forward, leaning into him.
Phil catches her, gasping. "She walked to me! Claire she walked to me!"
Claire shakes her head, but her eyes soften. She strokes Emma's hair, murmuring, "She's beautiful, Haley. You did so well."
Then she turns to Jake, surprising him by pulling him into a firm hug. "And you… thank you. For taking care of my girls. All of them."
Jake blinks, then smiles, hugging her back. "Always."
Luke has been leaning against the porch, arms crossed, watching. He squints at Emma and finally says, "Okay, fine. She looks less alien-y now."
"Luke!" Claire scolds, though she can't quite hide her smirk.
Emma babbles something incoherent, clapping her hands at the noise of everyone talking over each other.
Phil is already twirling Emma in his arms while she squeals with delight. "She knows I'm special!"
Haley sighs, tugging her suitcase toward the porch. "Great. We've been here five minutes and Dad's already crazy about her."
Alex, carrying two bags at once, smirks. "Better get used to it."
"Well, at least she's got a good cast around her." Jake chuckles, watching Emma grin in Phil's arms.
Haley bumps his shoulder with hers. "Yeah. But don't forget, you're still the leading man."
The family filters inside together, laughter and voices overlapping.
[ Two Days Later ]
[ Morning ]
Upstairs, the guest room looks like it's been lived in for months instead of just two nights. Emma's portable crib sits at the foot of the bed, toys scattered in a half-moon radius around it like a mystical protective ritual. On the bed itself, Jake is wedged in the middle, one arm draped over a topless Alex, while Haley is curled against his other side also topless.
Emma wakes first, as usual. She lets out a string of cheerful babbles, thumping her little fists against the crib mattress. Jake groans softly, rubbing his eyes.
"Morning, Emma." He leans over and scoops her up before she wakes his girls. She clings to his shirt, tugging at his collar, and he whispers, "Let's give your moms a little more sleep."
[ Later That Day ]
Most of the family has gone out, Phil and Luke dragged Alex to a fun science museum, Haley joined Gloria, Cameron, Mitchell and Manny for shopping, and Jay insisted he had errands. That leaves only Jake and Claire at the house.
Claire moves around the kitchen, tidying compulsively even though everything is already spotless. Jake sits at the table with Emma in her high chair, carefully spooning mashed banana into her mouth. Emma gurgles happily, slapping the tray with sticky hands.
Claire watches them for a moment, arms folded, before she sighs. "You know… seeing you like this it still surprises me. In a good way."
"What do you mean?" Jake glances up.
She leans against the counter, choosing her words carefully. "When Haley first told us… about you, about Alex, about all of it… I didn't know how to process it. It felt… Like one of Haley's teenage phases or Alex's experiment taken way too far."
Jake sets the spoon down, wipes Emma's chin with a napkin. "I know. Honestly, I didn't blame you for thinking that."
Claire softens at the sight of Emma bouncing in her chair. "But then there's her. And I see how you're with Haley, with Alex. You're… steady. Exactly the kind of man they both need but neither of them really had before."
«They make me better too, Claire » Jake smiles faintly, reaching to tickle Emma's foot until she squeals.
The moment lingers, warm and quiet, before Claire stands and crosses to the counter. She pulls out a bottle of white wine, hesitating only a second before holding it up.
"Want a glass? Or… well, it's the middle of the day, but it feels deserved."
Jake chuckles. "Sure. Just a little."
A few minutes later, they're both seated at the kitchen table, Emma happily banging a plastic spoon against the tray of her high chair, entertained by her own rhythm. The wine glasses clink softly as Claire leans back, letting herself unwind.
"You know," She says, swirling her glass, "I've been meaning to thank you properly. For what you did with Pritchett's Closets. That smart closet you designed? It's… honestly, it gave us a second wind. We're suddenly hip again."
Jake smirks. "Glad it worked out."
"Jake, you don't get it. Before you, we were basically one step away from selling broom handles door-to-door. Now? We're trending on Instagram reels. People are calling us innovative!" Claire says exaggerating a bit.
Jake raises his glass with a teasing grin. "Guess I should add savior of closets company to my resume."
Claire laughs, tipping her glass against his.
There's a pause, the kind that settles when the wine loosens the air. Claire studies him across the table, her expression softer than usual, almost playful.
"You know… I wasn't sure about you at first. But now I see why Alex and Haley are so attached. You're… dangerous." Claire says with a small teasing smile.
Jake arches a brow, amused. "Dangerous?"
"The whole steady, reliable, genius thing? Combine that with how good you are with Emma… And these biceps…" She leans in slightly, her voice dropping, half-flirt, half-joke then gestures at the baby, now chewing on her spoon with total abandon.
"Let's just say, you're making the rest of the men in this family look bad."
Jake laughs, a little caught off guard. "Pretty sure Phil would take offense to that."
Claire smirks over her wine glass. "Phil knows he's not competing. He's charming, but…" She waves a hand. "He never made my business boom or beat me on my morning run." She adds, referring to Jake running with her the morning before.
Jake shakes his head, chuckling. "Careful, Claire. You keep flattering me like that, and I might start believing it."
Her smile lingers, but her tone turns softer, almost wistful. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing."
Emma babbles loudly then, breaking the moment, smacking her spoon against the tray again like she knows she's stealing back the spotlight.
Jake leans over to clean a smear of banana off her cheek, laughing.
"Guess she doesn't like me getting too full of myself." He says playfully.
Claire watches them, her eyes warming again. She takes another sip of wine, voice lighter this time. "She's got good timing. Like her mother."
Claire tips the wine bottle and refills both glasses before Jake can even protest.
"Careful, you're trying to get me drunk, aren't you?" He says, grinning as the glass fills almost to the brim.
"What? Nooo. I just think you've earned it. Savior of closets, father of my granddaughter, keeper of both my daughters' hearts…" Claire raises her brows, feigning innocence then she tilts her glass toward him with a smirk.
Jake laughs, lifting his glass. "You're making me sound like some kind of mythological hero."
"Maybe you are." Claire leans her chin into her palm, studying him with tipsy frankness. "You know, when Alex first introduced you, I thought, Here we go. Another guy who'll flake, or coast, or just not be enough. But then you went and… proved me wrong. Over and over. And honestly, Jake?" She grins, swirling her glass. "I kind of hate how much I like you."
Jake sets his glass down, smirking. "Hate it, huh? You're doing a terrible job hiding that."
She laughs, covering her mouth briefly. "Okay, fine. I love it. But don't tell Haley or Alex. They'd never let me live it down."
"Too late," Jake teases. "I'm definitely using that as leverage."
Claire narrows her eyes but she's still smiling. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, I would," he fires back with mock seriousness. "'I kind of hate how much I like you,' by Claire Dunphy. Immortalized forever."
She laughs, leaning back in her chair. "You're terrible."
Emma squeals then, slapping her tray. Jake pretends to sigh. "See, even Emma agrees."
Claire reaches over, tapping her granddaughter's nose.
"She agrees that her grandma deserves some credit too." She lifts her glass again, her tone dipping playfully.
"Since that smart closet buzz, around the office ir suddenly made me look brilliant. People think I came up with it."
Jake grins. "You're welcome."
"Oh, don't 'you're welcome' me." Claire points at him with her glass, eyes sparkling. "You basically handed me a golden ticket. Do you know how many times in the last years I've been called a visionary? Me!"
Jake leans back, crossing his arms, his smirk cocky now. "So basically, I made you cooler."
"Cooler?! Jake, I was already cool." Claire nearly snorts into her wine.
He raises a brow. "Really? The woman who once thought emojis were a cult symbol?"
She gasps. "Alex told you that?! That was years ago!"
"Still counts." Jake chuckles.
Claire shakes her head, laughing into her glass before sipping. When she sets it down, her eyes linger on him, softer again. "You're trouble, you know that?"
He tilts his head, meeting her gaze evenly. "Funny. People keep telling me that. But for some reason, they don't seem to mind."
For a moment, the banter pauses. Emma gurgles, her spoon clattering to the floor. Jake leans down to grab it, but when he sits back up, Claire is still watching him with that tipsy warmth in her eyes, playful, appreciative, and maybe a little too honest.
"Don't let it go to your head," She says finally, her tone teasing again. "But if you weren't already taken by two of my daughters and I wasn't married, I'd probably have to steal you myself."
Jake chuckles, shaking his head. "Good thing you're not, then. I don't think I could handle three Dunphy women at once."
Claire bursts out laughing, covering her face with her hand, the wine clearly fueling her boldness. « You're about that? »
"Nah." Jake just grins.
Emma's eyelids begin to flutter as her head tips sideways. Jake notices, softening.
"Looks like someone's ready for a nap." He says.
He lifts her carefully from the high chair, rocking her against his chest with practiced ease. Emma sighs, tiny lips parting, and within minutes, she's asleep. Jake settles her gently into the portable crib they'd set up in the living room, tucking her blanket around her.
When he returns to the kitchen, Claire has poured them both another half glass of wine, her cheeks faintly pink from the earlier laughter and the wine. She gestures at the chair beside her.
"Come on. Sit. She's down. We can talk without… well, without interruptions and you can rest a bit."
Jake slides back into the chair, stretching a little. "Careful, Claire. You're going to make me think you enjoy my company."
Her lips curl into a sly smile. "What if I do?"
The air hangs for a beat before she reaches out, brushing an imaginary crumb from his sleeve. Her fingers linger a moment longer than necessary before retreating.
"I mean, Jake… most men I know would've run screaming from a setup like yours. Two strong-willed girls. A baby. A tech company. And somehow… you thrive."
"Or maybe I just like a challenge." Jake chuckles, but his voice is steady.
Claire tilts her head, eyes narrowing playfully.
"You do like a challenge. That's what worries me." Her hand drifts across the table, grazing his knuckles as if by accident.
Jake smirks, tapping his finger lightly against hers before pulling back just enough. She swirls her glass, gaze lingering on him.
The wine bottle is nearly empty now, their laughter softer, replaced by a hum of quiet energy. Claire props her chin in her hand, watching Jake with that same mix of curiosity and something warmer.
"You know what the problem is?" She says finally, her words looser, her voice low. "You're too good. You make everyone else look… less."
Jake chuckles, shaking his head. "Pretty sure that's not true. Phil's-"
"Phil's wonderful," Claire interrupts quickly. Her fingers circle her glass nervously. "But he's… Phil. And you…" She pauses, eyes flicking to Emma's crib in the next room before coming back to him. "You've changed my girls' lives. You've given Haley direction, and Alex… Alex is living her dream of becoming a scientist but still have a life and fun. And Emma, Emma has the most amazing father." Her voice softens.
"Claire…" Jake leans back, touched.
She reaches across the table again, her hand finding his, this time more intimately. "I'm not saying this to make things complicated. I just… I can't pretend I don't see it."
He should pull back. He knows it. But instead he lets her hand stay, his thumb brushing hers without thinking. "You're playing with fire," he whispers, half-teasing, half-warning.
Claire laughs softly, the sound tinged with nerves. "Maybe I want to. Just once."
The silence stretches, thick and charged. Her eyes flick to his mouth, and before he can second-guess it, she leans in. Jake hesitates then meets her halfway.
The kiss is sudden, fierce, fueled by wine and unspoken tension. For a few seconds, the world falls away just her hand tangled in his hair, his palm against her cheek, the taste of wine between them.
Claire leans back facing the young man, flipping her hair over one shoulder, reaching out to touch his arm. Firm muscle. Warm skin. She likes the feel of it.
Then she stands up silently and takes a steps towards Jake, planting her butt right in Jake's lap, and kissing him. It Is a deep smooch.
Lips slide against lips, hands roam over tight muscle and pliant curves. Claire can feel his body coming alive under her touch. And just as she feels his loins stirring, swelling against her bottom, she feels a stirring of her own, rising from the pit of her belly. Warmth, delightful warmth spreading from her core.
Jake's strong arms goes around her waist, pulling her closer. Claire slide her hands around to the back of his head, taking fistfuls of his hair. She moans into his mouth, slipping her tongue through.
Jake slip one of his hands down low, pawing at her buttocks through the material of her jeans.
Claire lets out a pleased hum. She wiggles her butt in his lap, knowing full well how it must feel against the bulge there. Excitement builds up within her, entwining with the heat in her belly, rising as she notice the primal lust brimming in his gaze.
« Mama bear is hungry~» Claire says before she dip down for another bout of kissing. Short and sweet this time, ending with a playful bite at his lower lip while gently stroking the Jake's cheek.
Another kiss, gentle and quick. Claire sighs, enjoying the quiet intimacy as they press their noses together.
"You think my daughters will mind if I give you a little reward?"
Claire don't wait for his answer. She start plucking at the buttons of her white top, yanking at the fabric. Each tug have her bosom rocking beneath the material, each button pulled revealing more pale flesh, deeper cleavage.
She yanks her top open, shucking it off her shoulders with defiance, with spirit.
The way Jake looks at her breasts, her beauty, makes her feel perfect. He is worshiping her with his eyes again, drinking in the swell of her bosom, the lines of her flat tummy, taking it all in with lustful eyes.
Claire love it.
She leans back, sighing at the feel of the air on her skin. She draws her hands up, up her belly, up to her beautiful tits. She cups them, squeezes them, let them drop back down. She press her body back up against Jake's, meeting his hunger with her own.
Grinding against his bulging groin. Heat blossoming between her legs.
She crash down for another kiss. Ravenous now. Her tongue dueled and dominated by Jake's. Claire relishes in the challenge offered up by her son-in-law, meeting it with fervor. They kiss until Claire's head starts to spin.
"Lose the pants, handsome." She slip out of his arms, out of his lap, standing before him in nothing but her plain, blue jeans and socks.
"Not here…" Jake says, his eyes going to his sleeping daughter.
"Right.. Follow me~" Claire answers in a sultry voice as she quickly walks towards the stairs almost missing a step.
Jake stares at her and for a second hesitates, but then his dick throbs and he realizes that he can't resist Dunphy's pussy and it seems its true the other way too.
He pulls out the babyphone while looking up the stairs as Claire is sensually shimmering out of her jeans.
He joins her upstairs and follows her to her bedroom.
Once inside he tug at his clothes. The shirt goes first, revealing that athletic torso Claire had so admired. Firm chest, thick arms, and lean abs.
Next goes the belt. Then his shoes, his socks. Only the pants are left. Jake shove his jeans and boxers down at the same time.
Claire drinks him in. She drink in everything.
Claire have never seen such a gorgeous cock. Inches and inches of hardened flesh extended out from Jake's groin, stretching into the open air. It's fat and smooth but for veins that bulge along the shaft, sporting a shiny, swollen head so large that it's already sprouting past the foreskin. And god, the way the damned thing twitches, jerking there between his legs without him even touching it. Like it's beckoning her.
"Look at you…" Claire breathe, moving in close. She takes slow steps, her gaze fixed on that cock. Not just on the shaft, but on those balls. Full, fat bulbs hanging down in a soft, fuzzy sac. They are both full, churning with hot fertile cum, the little bundle of joy downstairs proof of that.
Claire reach out, drawing a single finger gently over the top of the shaft, tracing a vein from the base all the way to the edge of the crown.
She push the shaft further and further to the side until it slip free, springing back. Jake groans. Claire watch the big, fat cock sway back and forth, back and forth. A meaty pendulum, damn near hypnotic. Her mouth is watering.
She slides her hand into her black panties, then rubbed some of her moisture onto her fingers.
She pulls her hand out and hold it up, showing the two glistening digits to Jake. Jake look down at Claire, who stepped closer to him, and lean in to take her two fingers between his lips. Although she is a bit caught off guard, Claire let him suck her fingers for a few seconds before she slides them out of his mouth.
"Delicious," Jake says to her as he lick his lips while Claire get rid of her last piece of clothes.
She slide a hand up his stomach, up his muscled chest, slipping it around his neck, grabbing hair as she tug his head down to hers. Capturing his lips in a deep kiss, her other hand taking hold of his cock. Her fingers can only barely wrap around the shaft. Still, she starts to stroke it.
All the while, she is guiding them back towards the bed.
As they fall on the bed, Jake hold himself on each side of her lithe body otherwise his larger frame would easily crush her.
He goes down her body, leaving kiss on his path and hickey, leaving purple marks on her breast like he's done it to Alex then Haley and now their mother. He licks and teases her hardened nipples while his hands are caressing her body all over.
He playfully lick her bellybutton before rising a bit to kiss the inside of her thighs.
Claire haven't found the time or desire for preparing and taking care of herself, so her pussy reflect that. Claire have a blonde wild bush around her pussy glistening from her arousal.
"Nhh~ Sor-" She moans and starts to apologize as Jake reaches her golden fleece and teases her a bit by pulling up her pubic hair.
"Shh.." Jake shushes her before going for it.
He sticks out his tongue and drag it around Claire's moist lips.
The older woman bites her lip as she feels a jolt of pleasure shoot through her entire body. She can't remember the last time Phil has gone down on her.
"Yeah, right there, lick me right there~!" Claire instructs her son-in-law on his knees before her even if does not need it.
He keeps circling her clit with his tongue and occasionally tapping the sensitive bud with the tip of it. This really got Claire's juices flowing, causing her to let out a high-pitched squeal before gripping the back of Jake's head.
"Oh fuck~~ yes, don't stop~!" Claire moans, holding Jake by his hair and her legs locked behind's his neck, her turquoise painted toes curling, making sure his tongue don't stop working on her pussy for a second.
"Mmmm~~ Getting close Jake~" She tells him, getting a rougher grip on his hair.
As she dig her fingers into his scalp harder and let out an ear-piercing shriek, he knows she is just about there.
"Ahh~!" Claire moans, pressing Jake's face as deep into her cunt as possible.
When Claire finally let go of his head, a few beads of sweat drip down her temples as she brush some strands of blonde hair from her face breathing heavily as she come down from her orgasm.
"My turn now." Claire says as she drop down to her knees and pushes Jake onto his back, having him lie down as she crawl between his legs.
Jake breath in, his sculpted body going tense as Claire press her face right into his groin. She bury her nose into his hefty ballsack and inhales. Then she wraps both of her hands around his thick shaft as she aim the head at her mouth before engulfing it.
Jake thrust his hips up, forcing even more of his dick into Claire's throat.
Jake watch her eyes glaze over slightly, noting with pleasure how her look of intent now fades into an almost dizzy expression as she suck on his dick.
Her hands travels upwards and she flatten her palms against Jake's belly. She feels up his abs, moaning again as she keeps slurping on his cock.
He reach out, raking his fingers through her silky, blonde hair, gently cradling her head as she bobs her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing as she tries to extract his sperm.
She swirls her tongue around it, giving short bobs of her head. She uses her lips to massage the edge of the glans, every brush, every stroke, every lash of her tongue sending waves of pleasure through Jake's body.
Claire begins to use her hands on his shaft. She strokes him as she continues to suckle upon the head of his cock.
Claire still stares up at him from between his legs. There is brazen desire clear on her face. She gives a soft hum, sending delightful vibrations thrumming over his length.
Jake's head falls back as his manhood is engulfed in the sweetness of her lips and tongue. Before, the affection she showered upon his dick had been slow and sensual. Now, she Is bringing a storm of ecstasy upon his cock. A whirlwind of tongue and saliva swirling down his throbbing shaft.
He look on as the naked woman services him with uncontained zeal. The sight of a woman so desperate for his seed doing wonder to his lust.
Jake let Claire give his cock a few more feverish sucks, her slender hands stroking what she can't take into her mouth. Then he meets her gaze, looking right into her beautiful eyes and he erupts in her mouth.
Her moaning is music… But nothing is better than the sound of her gulping down his spunk as he flood her mouth and throat with his seed while she drink it down greedily.
Claire climbs back up in the bed and Jake quickly rolls them over. He smirks, lifting his cock and letting it rest on her belly, almost possessive-like.
Without a word, Claire let her trembling thighs fall open. Wider. Fully spread. When the swollen head of Jake's cock press against her entrance, she draws in a sharp breath, eyes flying wide.
He braces one hand beside her head, the other cupping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
With one angry thrust, Jake buries his cock deep inside her forgotten cunt, bottoming out in a single stroke that makes her back snap off the bed.
She is surprisingly tight like a velvet fist squeezing every inch of his dick. Her unused walls rippling around Jake's length.
Each thrust stretches her wider than she'd ever been, his thick length stirring places deep inside that have never been touched. Jake can see it in Claire's face the shock of fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled and claimed.
Soon his bare ass cheeks are moving up and down as his cock pistons in and out of the Claire's fertile cunt. Her forehead damp with sweat and her chest heaving as her hands moves down Jake's back and her fingernails clutches at the round and muscular butt pumping between her pale thighs.
Jake bends his head down and with the aid of his tongue, captured a mouthful of the Claire's jiggling breast. She makes a loud moan as the moist pair of lips caresses her nipple and begins to audibly suckle.
Downstairs Emma is sleeping soundly despite the rocking of the bed and the sound of slapping flesh echoing down the hallway, the two having forgotten to close it.
After some time, Jake's thrusts becomes sharper, landing deeper in her cunt, and he let out a long but low groan into the Claire's breast. She gasps and dig her heels into his buttocks once she feels the large head of his cock hit the bottom of her pussy.
At that moment her own orgasm flares up, making her squeal in delight as Jake kept thrusting.
"Ohhh~!"
Without interruption, Jake slices rapidly in and out of her trembling pussy and pound firmly against her cervix. Moisture floods from her cunt as her pussy stretches and contract around his thick shaft.
Jake moves his lips from her breast, leaving her areola to glisten and shine from its prolonged nursing. Her breasts roll in waves as Jake's cock repeatedly drives deep inside of her.
Then, Jake let out a growl. Using a powerful stroke, he thrust his hips and rammed the head of his cock to the bottom of her narrow cunt.
Claire feels his shaft swell within the tight grip of her cunt and knows immediately that he's about to spend his seed deep into her womb.
Again, his penis expand inside of her. His uterus open up, ready to ejaculate. His spike punch violently against her cervix as the head of his cock force itself past the opening of her womb.
All reason becomes drowns out in ecstasy as Claire feels Jake's cock throb inside of her. His thick ropes of potent sperm surging directly into her womb.
"Yes~! Ah~ Give it to mama~" Claire whimpers loudly.
Jake grunts, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, as his cock pushes deeper into her cervix and fire a second load of sperm into her womb, even thicker and longer than the first.
There is still a chance, Claire thinks, hopefully, the sperm already injected deep inside her cunt wasn't enough to get her pregnant. Her thinking is then cut off as his cock jerks inside of her again and a contraction ripples down his shaft as more of his potent seed flow deep inside of her. Again and again, he jams his dick deeper into her pussy and pump more powerful jets of semen into her womb.
Her pussy is reciprocating, squeezing the Jake's dick and milking him for all he have to give. Yielding to his instinctual desire to impregnate her.
After his nuts have finished draining inside of her, Claire moves one hand from Jake's butt and begins to caress his balls, coaxing him to deposit every drop of his seed inside of her.
The wailing of Emma puts an end to this forcing them to stop at one round. Eventually, he remove his long dick from her still quivering pussy. Jake and Claire shares a passionate kiss knowing this event won't repeat itself. However that same year Claire will squeezes out a healthy baby boy with deep blue eyes.
— This is your fault readers, I take no responsibility over that. This story was supposed to be just about Alex ! Jake was supposed to be a good guy ! Now look how it turned out x)
PS 1 : Not sure when next update is coming.
PS 2 : We're reaching the endgame i think, we'll get an Alex breeding then it'll come to an end soon, ideas for the epilogue would be appreciated.
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