Chapter 32: The Dawn of the Dynasty
The soft Monday morning light trickled through the slits of my bedroom curtains, drawing golden lines across the messy bedsheets. It was the start of another week, but the energy surrounding our house was completely different. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was the warmth of the soft body pressed against mine and the sweet scent of skin and sex still clinging to the bedroom air.
I looked to the side and saw Bia. She was fast asleep, lying on her stomach and slightly turned, her hair scattered all over the pillow. The blanket only covered half of her hips, leaving her round ass and the curve of her thigh completely exposed. The contrast of that sweet, shy girl who—just a few hours earlier—had let herself get carried away by the madness of the moment to break open our rival in the middle of the living room, made my dick brush against her skin and throb instantly, growing rock hard.
I couldn't resist. I slowly slid my hand over my girlfriend's soft ass, pushing the curtain of hair away from her neck. I positioned myself gently behind her body, lining up the head of my erect member with her intimate heat, which was already warm and slightly slick from the previous night's sex.
With a slow, steady push, I began to sink my flesh into her while she was still sleeping. The feeling of her tight, warm canal engulfing my dick bit by bit made me let out a heavy sigh. I started with short, calm, and deep thrusts, making her relaxed body sway softly against the mattress.
By the fourth or fifth thrust, feeling the deep invasion, Bia uttered a confused murmur through the sheets. Her body gave a soft start, her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes fluttered open bit by bit, still groggy with sleep.
"Mmm... Lucas...?" she whimpered, her voice raspy, trying to process what was happening.
"Shh... stay still, my love..." I whispered into her ear, holding her hips firmly and delivering a deep thrust that made her arch her back.
As soon as she realized I was already completely inside her, taking morning sex from her body, a hot, bright blush instantly rushed up Bia's cheeks. She buried her face in the pillow, letting out a muffled, needy moan that drove me even crazier.
"L-Lucas... out of nowhere?" she gasped, her natural shyness returning with full force, yet involuntarily rolling her hips back into mine, welcoming every push. "You really don't waste time..."
From that point on, the quiet pace gave way to a perfect, hungry morning quickie. I gripped her soft hips firmly, setting a delicious rhythm from behind while she moaned softly with her face pressed into the pillow, surrendering completely to the moment.
I squeezed her ass and drove in the last few deep thrusts, spilling my hot seed deep inside my girlfriend's womb while she writhed in a sweet orgasm, letting out one last long moan before relaxing completely in my arms.
We stayed wrapped around each other for a few minutes, catching our breath. Since it was Monday morning and we all had places to be, we got dressed and walked down the small flight of stairs holding hands.
Reaching the simple kitchen, we were greeted by the pleasant smell of fresh coffee. Mom and Sophia were already there. Mom was wearing a lab coat over an elegant silk robe that hinted at the shadow of her full breasts before changing for her shift, while Sophia wore only an oversized t-shirt without a bra and tiny panties, showing off her thick legs still marked by the previous night's touches.
"Good morning, couple of the hour," Sophia teased, looking at Bia with a mischievous smirk while licking whipped cream off a piece of fruit. "Sleep well? Judging by the noise and the moaning a little while ago, looks like the morning started pretty lively in your room, Bia."
Bia dropped her head instantly, turning bright red and squeezing my hand tight out of sheer embarrassment.
"S-Sophia... please," Bia pleaded softly, looking away as her shyness overflowed.
I just laughed, and to tease her even more, I slid my hand under the skirt of Bia's simple dress, delivering a firm, playful smack to her bare ass, making her jump in surprise and let out a embarrassed little squeak.
"Good morning, my darlings," Mom said, pouring two cups of coffee. As she walked past me to place the pot on the table, Ana made sure to rub her lush rear against my hip, letting her hand slip casually over my penis through my jeans to test my hardness. She looked at Bia with maternal warmth and a wicked glint in her eyes. "Don't be shy, my dear. You were magnificent last night. The house is officially yours."
"T-Thank you, Ana..." Bia replied, sitting next to me and trying to keep her composure while my hand kept stroking her thigh under the table, creeping up to the edge of her damp panties. "It's just... I'd never done anything like that before. I didn't even recognize myself yesterday, it was totally in the heat of the moment... I just didn't want to lose Lucas."
"And you won't," I pulled Bia in for a tender kiss on the cheek, giving her thigh another firm squeeze under the table. "What about Letícia? Where is she?"
"That bitch?" Sophia chuckled, leaning forward over the table and letting the neckline of her shirt drop to offer a perfect view of her hard nipples. "I made sure to throw that pig out before sunrise myself. She could barely walk, crying and begging for forgiveness again before getting into a cab. She stayed right where she belongs."
Bia let out a sigh of relief, resting her head on my shoulder and placing her hand over mine, which was still playing with her sweetness under her clothes. Her innocence and shyness had returned, but now everyone in the house knew what my girlfriend was capable of when pushed.
We finished our breakfast amidst playful banter and warm laughs. Being the start of the week, our daily routines soon called us all away. Sophia finished gathering her things to head straight to work; Mom grabbed her bag and coat, preparing for her hospital shift—not before giving me a deep, seductive peck on the lips near the door; and Bia and I shared a lingering goodbye kiss before going our separate ways to our respective colleges, knowing that our personal slave would be well within reach for whatever command we had in store for her.