Chapter 5

Nina lay trembling, floating in the aftermath of her orgasm, the world spinning in slow, golden circles. Her body was slick with sweat and pleasure, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in soft, broken gasps.

Fab had stepped aside, wiping his glistening cock with a towel, a tender smile on his face. He stayed close, watching, protective but giving her space to breathe.

Nina blinked up through the haze — and found Jon.

He was still gloriously, impossibly hard — his thick cock flushed and leaking, defying reason. The sight of him — strong, ready, waiting for her — made her whole body clench with a desperate, aching need she hadn’t even realized she still had.

Jon’s chest heaved with every breath, the muscles in his arms and belly flexing subtly as he fought to hold himself back. His eyes locked with hers — raw, open, trembling with something deeper than lust.

Linda followed Nina’s gaze and smiled — slow, molten, full of fierce pride and love.

Linda stroked Nina’s damp hair, her eyes molten, her voice low and thick with love. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, “Your father loves you too.” Nina whimpered, her whole body shuddering. Linda kissed her brow, brushing away the sweat and tears. “He and I spent sleepless nights talking about you,” Linda whispered fiercely. “How much we hurt for you ... how badly we wanted to save you.”

Nina sobbed, her chest heaving. Linda cupped her cheeks — firm, steady — and kissed her deep. “He loves you so much, baby.”

She pulled back, holding Nina’s face between her palms, breathing her in. “Do you want me to put him inside you?”

Nina’s answer broke out raw and immediate: “Yes,” she gasped. “Please ... Mommy ... Daddy ... please. Yes.”

Jon stepped forward, his cock leaking heavily against Nina’s slick belly, his muscles trembling with emotion. Linda reached down — her hand shaking visibly — and wrapped her fingers around her husband’s thick, pulsing shaft.

Even Linda, so confident, so dominant, was overwhelmed by the gravity of this moment. Slowly, reverently, she dragged Jon’s fat cock through their daughter’s soaking, gaping slit, smearing her slick, their shared sweat, and need everywhere. She pressed the swollen head to Nina’s entrance — both of them gasping, bodies shivering — then looked into Nina’s eyes.

“Feel him, baby,” Linda whispered. “Feel his heart through his cock. Feel it with your beautiful pussy.” Linda pushed Jon’s thick crown inside Nina’s trembling body, slow, steady, devastating.

Nina sobbed aloud — not just from the stretch, but from the sheer tidal wave of love crashing through her.