A collective shudder rippled down the line.
Ross straightened.
He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the clink of metal loud in the hushed room.
"Tonight," he said, "we're going to take as long as we need. Hours. All night if that's what it takes. By the time the sun comes up, none of you will remember what it felt like to want anything else."
He started with Marissa… slow, deep strokes that tore low, guttural moans from her throat while her daughters listened, faces burning, bodies aching in sympathy.
Then Karen… rougher, punishing, until she was clawing at the cushions and cursing him through clenched teeth even as she pushed back to meet every thrust.
Lea next… he made her beg aloud, made her say exactly what she was, made her cry it into the sofa while the others heard every word.
And finally Chelsea… gentle at first, almost tender, until she shattered so hard she nearly collapsed.
