More with his girls

Joseph came back downstairs still damp from his shower. The edge was gone. He was more relaxed. And calm. On the floor he had the three of his new girls in a pile, and nowhere else he needed to be.

He pulled Tara free first and sat her on her heels. Both hands under her breasts, lifting, letting them drop.

“Heavier than they look. Nice bounce.” He pinched until the nipples stayed up, then slid two fingers into her, thumb lazy against her. “I had some of your dinner back there when I stopped time. It was good. Must be cold by now.” He fucked her like that for a minute, kneeling behind her, one hand on her hip, no speech beyond a quiet laugh when her body jolted forward. When he finished he left a stripe across her lower back and wiped his hand on her thigh.

Jessie next. He stood her up, turned her once, palms down her sides.

“Hey. I'm back.”

He bent her over Tara’s shoulder and pushed in from behind, easy pace, one hand in the black bob. Bad place, bad time. She had walked into him on a sidewalk with a note in her shirt and a text on her phone, and that was the whole reason this house existed in his head. If she had stayed home he would never have known Maya’s name. He wondered what her face would look like if she could know that. He worked her face to a shocked expression. Because she caused all this. It felt right.

“There. That fits better.”

He came on the small of her back and left her draped where she was.

Sofia on the stand. Hoodie gone, ponytail still in. He traced the tan line at her hips, pushed her knees apart, and went in slow.

“Tighter than your mom. Don’t take it personal.”

He did not rush her. Two hands on her waist, watching the empty face, the little leftover softness still in her cheeks. Her phone sat on the crate across the room, screen dark but alive. He left it there on purpose. When he finished he stayed inside a few extra seconds, then pulled out and let her legs stay open.

Then posing came after.

Tara sitting upright, knees wide, hands on her own thighs. Jessie kneeling behind her, arms around Tara’s waist, cheek mashed to her shoulder, that new tight little expression locked in. Sofia on her back across both laps, Tara’s hand parked on her breast because it looked wrong in a way he liked. He fixed Jessie’s bangs. Turned Sofia’s chin toward the ceiling. Spread Tara’s knees another inch.

He walked the rest of the gallery with a drink in his hand.

“It's bed time. Goodnight.” He made a squeeze for Ariel's butt as he passed. “You can keep looking at the floor.” Lisa’s scowl got a tap on the cheek. “Still mad. Good.” He flicked Spencer in passing and snorted when the frozen cock bounced. “Yeah, I know.”

He shut off the lights. About to go to sleep. Then he heard a loud crash.