Chapter - 189
To say Jacob was exhausted would be an understatement. His spent cock lay flaccid against his thigh as he panted, sprawled across the disheveled bed, its sheets soaked with sweat and the evidence of his earlier efforts. Around him, women lay in tangled, satiated heaps, their bodies glazed with streaks of his seed, their breaths slow in post-coital slumber. All except Angela.
Angela, the golden-haired mother of two, cradled her swollen pregnant belly with one hand while the other brushed damp strands of hair from Jacob's forehead. Her brown eyes, soft with devotion, studied him—the man who had claimed her two daughters and then impregnated her with a third. Patient, selfless, and fiercely protective, she had always placed Jacob's needs above her own, even now, as her own arousal hummed beneath the surface. That selflessness made her all the more precious to Jacob. To him, Angela was the definition of a perfect woman.
