Chapter 1240 Urban
There’d been no jealousy, no catty standoffs—just a long, appraising look from both women when June finally stepped inside earlier that day.
Bella had tilted her head, smirked, and said, "Welcome to the club, commander. Hope you like being sore." Jenny had simply pulled June into a slow, intimate hug—claiming, testing—then murmured against her lips, "He trained you good. I can tell."
Now, hours later, the four of them were a tangle of sweat-slick skin and desperate need on the oversized bed.
Ross lay in the center like a king on his throne—cock still rock-hard, fifteen thick inches glistening from their combined juices.
He hadn’t come yet tonight. He was saving it. Teasing them. Making them earn it.
Bella straddled his face first—thighs clamped around his head, grinding her soaked pussy against his tongue while he lapped at her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
She moaned low and filthy, fingers knotted in his hair, hips rolling in tight circles. "Fuck—yes—right there—don’t stop—"
Jenny knelt beside them, sucking Ross’s cock with practiced hunger—taking him deep into her throat, gagging softly every time she pushed past her limit, saliva dripping down his shaft in thick strings.
She hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch upward.
June—still the newest, still the most sensitive after a month of relentless reshaping—straddled his hips, facing Jenny.
She lowered herself slowly onto his massive length, inch by torturous inch, until her ass met his pelvis and she was fully seated.
A broken whimper tore from her throat.
Even after everything, the stretch still felt impossible—her pussy molded perfectly to him now, clinging greedily, fluttering with every heartbeat.
She started riding him—slow at first, savoring the drag, the fullness—then faster, hips snapping down harder, tits bouncing with every bounce.
Jenny leaned forward, capturing June’s mouth in a messy kiss while Bella reached over to pinch and tug at June’s nipples, making her cry out into Jenny’s lips.
Ross groaned against Bella’s cunt, the sound muffled but vibrating straight through her.
He thrust up into June—sharp, deep—meeting her downward strokes until she was screaming, pussy clenching rhythmically around him as her first orgasm of the night ripped through her.
Hot gush of wetness soaked his balls; she kept riding through it, chasing the next one.
They rotated. Relentless. Animalistic.
Jenny took his cock next—on her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, folded in half while he pounded down into her with brutal force.
Bella and June knelt on either side—kissing each other, fingers rubbing frantic circles over Jenny’s clit until she came hard, squirting arcs across Ross’s abs, voice cracking on a hoarse "fuuuck—"
Bella rode him reverse, ass bouncing, hands braced on his thighs while June and Jenny took turns licking where they joined—tongues flicking over her clit, lapping at the creamy mess already leaking from her stretched cunt.
Bella shattered twice in quick succession—body convulsing, thighs trembling, moaning so loud it echoed down the corridors.
June came again and again—missionary with Ross pinning her wrists above her head, slow deep strokes that hit her cervix every time; doggy while Bella held her hair and Jenny fingered her clit; stacked on top of Bella, their pussies grinding together as Ross alternated thrusting into one then the other, making both women sob with overstimulation.
By the time the clock ticked past 3 a.m., all three women were wrecked—limbs heavy, pussies swollen and dark, thighs slick with cum and arousal, voices hoarse from screaming.
Ross finally let himself go.
He pulled them into a tight cluster—June on her back in the middle, Bella and Jenny on either side, legs tangled.
He thrust into June first—deep, punishing—groaning as her walls milked him desperately.
Then Jenny—then Bella—rotating between their dripping cunts until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He buried himself in June one last time—balls-deep—and came with a guttural roar.
Thick, hot ropes flooded her depths, overflowing immediately, running down her ass and soaking the sheets.
He pulled out still pulsing, plunged into Jenny next—unloaded another massive spurt inside her spasming pussy.
Then Bella—filling her until creamy white bubbled out around his base.
They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap—three women draped over him, pussies still twitching, leaking his seed in slow, steady drips.
Breaths ragged. Hearts hammering in unison.
Outside, the base slept on—oblivious or pretending to be. No one knocked. No one interrupted.
In the middle of the apocalypse, with the world gone to hell, Ross had carved out his own little kingdom.
And no one—not a single soul—dared complain.
The days blurred as everyday Ross made love to his women.
They went at it like they were always meant to—like their bodies had been waiting for this exact collision since the world first fell apart.
The room filled quickly with raw sound: deep, guttural grunts from Ross every time he bottomed out, high-pitched, broken moans from June as her pussy stretched around him again, throaty whimpers from Bella and Jenny as they watched and touched themselves, waiting their turn.
The air was thick—sweat, cum, feminine arousal, the faint metallic bite of the base’s recycled oxygen mixing with everything they were doing to each other.
The bed creaked under the relentless rhythm, headboard thumping the wall in time with Ross’s hips, sheets already soaked and twisted beneath them.
Ross was in no hurry tonight.
He’d claimed three women now—his own private harem carved out of the apocalypse—and the knowledge settled over him like a drug.
He took his time savoring it all. No frantic race to the finish. Just slow, deliberate conquest.
He had June on her back first, legs hooked wide over his forearms, folding her nearly in half so he could watch every inch of his thick, fifteen-inch cock disappear into her tight, trained cunt.
He slid in deep—agonizingly slow—until his pelvis kissed hers and she gasped, walls fluttering helplessly around the impossible fullness.
He held there, buried to the hilt, letting her feel him throb inside her while he leaned down to kiss her slow and wet tongue claiming her mouth the same way his cock claimed her pussy.