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They were back.
And routines and obligations were once again on.
But there was a significant difference. Everybody in the Fabray clan was on high alert.
Quinn was entering her final stage of the pregnancy.
That meant phones operating 24 hours and rotations around the clock to ensure that Quinn was never left alone.
Russell Fabray was a tough, self-made man, shaped by the blows of life. However, his greatest strength was also his most powerful weakness.
The fear of the past repeating itself scared him shitless. If losing Judy had been rough, the thought of losing his Quinn was unbearable.
He had found true happiness, which was everything, with Quinn, so nothing could happen.
His fear was contagious, so any sign of discomfort from Quinn sent whoever was nearby into protective mode.
Quinn eventually grew exasperated and demanded Russell to tend to his business.
He only grudgingly complied after she agreed to stay at home with Finn on duty.
***
“Are you listening to me, boss? ‘Cause if you’re gonna, like, ignore me, I have better things to do with my time, namely Britts…” an exasperated Santana announced.
“Sorry. I was just thinking,” Russell apologized.
Noticing the somber expression on the man’s face, Santana turned serious.
“About what? Quinn’s okay, right?”
Russell smiled at Santana.
Under her thick bitchy shield, Santana was a caring, loyal person.
Russell was glad he had welcomed her into the family and the business.
He trusted her.
His early life had conditioned him to be distrustful of most, but Santana was tough, ruthless and strong.
In the wrong hands, she could have gone down a darker path, but once she embraced the Fabray family and especially Brittany, her path was brighter.
Of course, the nature of the Fabray family business allowed her to bring out the aforementioned ruthlessness regularly, and even with Russell she wasn’t just a follower.
She challenged him, and it made him more able to make more careful decisions.
She had handled her first big test, running the business during the honeymoon, admirably.
She would be a fine successor.
He was lost in thought again, but Santana snapped her fingers to bring him back.
“Sorry. Quinn’s fine. It’s just that the baby is due any time now, and I’m worried,” Russell said.
Santana only rarely saw the vulnerable side of Russell, and it almost always involved Quinn.
And when he did, she knew it was important.
“Boss… you know all the pre-natal studies and those genetic tests were all good and you’re prepared. You’re going to have a healthy, strapping son.”
Russell smiled at the thought of his unborn son. He couldn’t wait to meet him.
“I think it’s because I lost Judy in labor, and it’s nagging at me,” he said.
“You know that was very rare, right?” she said.
“I know, and it gave me Quinn in the end, but still. And… Quinn obviously means so much more to me than, well, anything; if that happened to her…”
He trailed off and collected his thoughts.
Santana knew he needed to vent, so she let him.
“Quinn is the love of my life, you know?” He needed to say it right then, even though it was obvious. “And, I’m not sure if I’d be able to handle it if what happened to Judy repeated itself. What if it’s genetic or something?”
Tears came to Russell eyes, and unusual as that was, Santana simply felt sympathy.
“Nothing is going to happen to her, and no one can keep a Fabray down,” Santana said.
Russell smiled and was strangely comforted by Santana’s tough confidence in that moment.
It brought his own confidence storming back.
He clapped his hands once.
“You’re right. Let’s focus on work, shall we? We need to discuss how we’re going to proceed with those morons on the east side of the city. I’m about to just cut them off. They’re too out of control…”
“I swear, boss, if I have to take Finn down there one more time to help clean up their mess…” Santana seethed.
“That’s why we need to think of something. They’re making us look weak, and we need to fix it… fast. But, still hopefully clean.” Russell was by now in full business mode.
“Agreed. Why don’t we—”
The phone rang.
“Hello?” Russell answered the phone.
“Shit,” Russell answered in response to what he was told by the person on the other end.
He hung up and jumped to his feet.
“This’ll have to wait. Quinn’s water broke,” he called as he hurried out the door.
“Fuck!” Santana was hot on his heels.
***
“I can’t believe you’re both here and okay,” Russell said, voice shaking a little.
He was gently rocking his newborn son in his arms, and he was feeling so much relief, happiness... pure joy.
A drained but uncontrollably happy Quinn looked on.
The delivery had been fast and smooth in spite of Quinn’s short bursts of cursing through the pain.
No woman could escape pain entirely, but she was surprised at how quickly it had come and subsided.
She was somewhat sore. But the baby was healthy, and Quinn would recover quickly.
And, once the nurse put the baby in Quinn’s arms, she felt complete.
She hadn’t known she was incomplete, but now she did.
Her husband had felt like her whole world, and he was but now, her son had expanded that world.
Their unconventional family had one more member.
And they were elated.
And Russell was afraid his heart would burst out of his chest.
They were in a perfect bubble at the moment.
Even when Santana burst through the door, yelling, they smiled.
This was their family, their lives, and the new arrival would fit right in.
“Where the hell is my nephew?” Santana bellowed.
Will, Quinn, Russell and Brittany, who held her hand, shushed her, and she shut up.
“You woke him up, Santana,” Quinn smiled, not really upset.
The most beautiful wide hazel eyes soothed any irritation she might have felt.
“Oh my god, he looks just like the both of you. Yay!” Brittany said lightly but in her unique bubbly way.
She placed a stuffed cat on the bed… it looked suspiciously like Lord Tubbington, maybe not quite as fat.
The Fabray baby had soft blonde hair exactly like his parents in addition to the already clear color to his eyes.
“Everybody, I’d like you to meet Russell William Fabray, Jr. We’ll call him Russ or Junior.”
Russell was so proud, the other occupants of the room thought he might just explode into bits.
Quinn teared up at the announcement.
She was so glad she could give this to Russell.
William, the baby’s grandfather in every real way, hugged Russell.
“S, I’d like you and Britt to be his godmothers,” Quinn said.
“Shit… um, really?” Santana was dumbfounded.
She knew Quinn and Russell loved her, but she was shocked they would consider her capable of taking care of Russ if anything happened to them.
“San, don’t curse around the baby,” Brittany chastised.
“Sorry. But are you sure? I mean, I’d be honored but do you think I’m capable of this? I hate kids. And I’m still not allowed to go to the park after the yelling incident.”
Everyone chuckled.
It was so the Latina to engage in a fight with a little kid over nothing.
“Yes, Santana. You are my sister and that makes Brittany my sister too. There is nobody else in this world I would trust my son with,” Quinn said sincerely.
Brittany smiled. Quinn rarely expressed her feelings for her, but she always knew she loved her just as much as the rest of her family.
Santana started bawling.
Suddenly, awkward didn’t even begin to describe the atmosphere in the room.
Santana rarely cried, but when she did it was a sudden, slobbery, out-of-control mess.
Brittany was a magical creature, though, and she soon managed to calm her down.
“I guess I’ll do it,” Santana finally said, jokingly adopting her ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude.
She could swear even little Russ was glaring at her, but then Quinn laughed.
***
The dynamics of Quinn and Russell’s relationship shifted drastically once Quinn and Junior were discharged from the hospital.
They spent every waking moment taking care of the newborn.
And even the sleeping hours were spent on high alert, with ears naturally tuned to a baby’s cry.
Russell started working from home, and Quinn took a break from school.
They planned on hiring a nanny eventually, but as soon as Russ was born, they knew they had to devote their energies to the first few months of his life.
But, it still wasn’t easy.
Quinn was a first time mom, so doubts and uncertainties constantly popped up, out of nowhere sometimes.
Russell struggled, too, with knowing how to be an attentive parent.
He hadn’t always been there the first time around, leaving babysitters, nannies and family members to change diapers, feed and bathe little Quinn.
That might help explain how their relationship morphed so easily, but he had zero regrets.
Russ was different, however. He wanted to be the best father he possibly could be.
They managed.
As daunting as the task was, their baby was the center of their world now.
And after a difficult night, just a toothless smile from him made everything else melt away.
They did their best to push sex to the farthest reaches of their minds, but, of course, for them that was not really possible in the end.
It was driving them wild.
After the healing period, Quinn became quickly and increasingly horny.
There were days when Quinn just couldn’t take it anymore and, while Russ napped, she pulled Russell into the nearest room and sucked on his balls until he covered her face in jizz or begged him to suck her like a vacuum until she squirted.
Quinn daydreamed constantly of her father’s dick pounding her into oblivion, flooding her cunt and impregnating her again.
That was always part of her fantasy.
Sometimes, she felt a twinge of something like guilt at getting hot over something as important as bringing another child into the world.
But the thought of Russell’s dick swelling inside of her and his balls twitching, shooting a load deep enough to inseminate her…
The thought always sent her to find Russell.
And, Russell was hard almost continuously.
And, like Quinn, Russell had a twinge of guilt when he almost erupted on the spot and the sight of Quinn breastfeeding.
Their guilt didn’t last long, though. They loved how dirty they were.
And, they knew they would do anything for their son and any future children.
In any case, they still were very hot for each other.
They just didn’t have time for actual sex.
Unfortunately, their son was a damn cock block.
***
Santana was the answer.
It took another round of reassuring, and Brittany smiling at her, to convince Santana, but she agreed.
As a three month old Russ cooed and laughed at all the attention his parents gave him as they prepared to part with him for the first time, Russell and Quinn almost reconsidered.
Almost.
But, as soon as the lock clicked shut, they attacked each other.
They had a lot of time to make up for.
Quinn kissed Russell up against the door so hard; when she backed away he was in a daze.
She pulled him out his daze when she pulled her top off in one swift motion.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her tits bounced with the motion.
He surged forward, grabbing her waist and tried his best to get one of her whole breasts into his mouth at once.
He let go with a pop and whispered in her ear.
“I want to drink some of your milk.”
“Fuck… do it,” she gasped.
He grabbed the same breast and sucked her nipple, flicking his tongue over it.
“Your tits taste good… I want to taste your milk on them,” he whispered, hot breath flowing over her nipple.
“Shit… suck it,” Quinn demanded.
He complied, sucking her long nipple even harder and moaning at the taste and anticipation.
Russell’s desire to taste another fluid from her body, a fluid produced because he impregnated her, drove her wild.
Finally, she felt a release from her breast and a small but steady splash of milk began to flow.
Russell lapped it all up, flattening his tongue against her nipple trying to catch the milk as it came.
It was tangy, a pleasant enough taste, but really he just loved the taste of Quinn’s skin on his tongue and the liquid in combination.
He switched to the other breast when the stream halted.
He couldn’t get enough.
It was so dirty, father drinking from his daughter’s breast.
“Feels so good,” Quinn gasped.
She didn’t know it would feel this good to have Russell’s lips on her breast, pulling her milk from her body.
Feeling her breasts drain of milk was always a relief, but add to that his hot breath and strong lips and Quinn’s entire body was alive with sex.
When the milk stream ended, he kissed Quinn’s lips, leaving a taste of her milk on his tongue for her to experience.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned into his mouth.
She’d tasted it, but it tasted so much better on his tongue.
“Are you wet?” Russell breathed against her lips.
“Dripping,” she answered.
“I need to feel it with my dick,” he said.
“Fuck… let’s go,” Quinn answered.
She wriggled out from her father’s embrace and scampered up the stairs, topless.
Russell licked his lips at the sight of her tits swaying as she ran.
His stiff dick jerked in his pants.
He was glad he had had the foresight to wear his loosest boxers.
He followed her quickly, and he found her standing, still topless, waiting for him in their bedroom.
He stopped in his tracks at her sultry stare and her hands massaging her tits.
Her fingers curled around the swollen circles around her nipples as she squeezed and pushed her tits together.
Then, she let her tits bounce and moved her hands down to her jeans and unbuttoned them.
He watched, mesmerized, and a little wide-eyed.
He always had some amount of wonder and surprise that this woman, beautiful and sexy Quinn Fabray, quite possibly the sexiest woman in the world, looked at him like this.
She looked at him as if he was the sole object of her sexual desire… well him and his dick.
He was so okay with that.
She lowered her zipper and smoothly pulled the jeans down her thighs and off, leaving her in tiny panties that only covered a little triangle of creamy flesh.
“Take your pants off,” Quinn said, voice like smooth whiskey.
His dick twitched again.
She sat down and watched him comply.
He stood before her in just his polo shirt.
“Come here,” she said.
He stepped between her legs, and she immediately went to work on his cock.
With one hand on his ass and the other working Russell’s balls, she slurped and sucked on his cock like she hadn’t had it in her mouth for years.
It had only been a day. The last frantic, quickie blowjob had caused the dam to burst.
She determined to have him and called Santana immediately to free up the house.
With her mouth wrapped around his stiff, long cock, she bobbed back and forth, fondling his balls.
All the while, she moaned at feeling it hard, twitching and jerking, brushing every part of her mouth.
She brought her tongue into the mix, swirling across his stiff skin, then flattening it and leaving a trail of saliva to the tip.
She fluttered her tongue over his slit and, without warning, Russell’s balls convulsed in her hand and spilled long ropes of semen all over her face and hair.
It ran over her cheekbones, dripping from her eye lashes and the side of her beautifully sculpted nose.
“Fuck, that felt good.”
Russell chuckled because it was Quinn who’d said that, not him.
The only concession she made to cleaning her face of cum was to wipe it away from her eyes so she could see.
“It sure did… now what?” he asked, leaning down to stroke her wet cheeks and look deep in her eyes.
The sultry look was still there.
“I want your dick in so many ways, but for right now, I need you to take my panties off and give it to me hard,” she said, licking a drop of cum, not waiting until it hit her lip to taste it.
She scooted back a bit to lie down and spread her legs.
“Damn… your body,” Russell breathed, taking Quinn’s whole body in.
It was clear she had had a baby recently.
Her breasts were full and shaped for breastfeeding.
Her hips were still flared more than been before the pregnancy.
And, she still had more than a hint of a belly.
Like a sexy little pouch.
He licked over the loose skin.
“That’s where I carry your children,” Quinn breathed, her arousal spiking impossibly again at the feel of his tongue on the patch of skin.
Neither missed the promise in her words… let nature take its course.
The skin of her belly was sensitive and she moaned at the pleasant slide of his tongue.
But, she was also more than a little proud of it.
She was going to work to flatten her abs, but she loved the evidence of her childbearing.
He grabbed her panties at her hips.
He groaned at the material clinging briefly to her sticky pussy before he dragged them down her legs.
He chuckled at how truly tiny the panties were in his hand, and then he just stared at her naked pussy.
“Fuck,” he breathed and licked the swollen flesh there once as well.
It was time.
He pulled Quinn by her thighs to the best angle for him and then wasted no more time in driving his cock in, fast but not too fast that they couldn’t savor the stretch of Quinn’s vagina.
Once his cock was balls deep inside Quinn, a thought struck him.
He hadn’t really been struck with it in quite this way.
He looked down at Quinn, still buried to the hilt.
“My dick is inside my daughter for the first time since she gave birth to my child,” he said, quietly in case it was a dream.
“Oh my god, fuck me, Daddy,” Quinn gasped.
Quinn’s husk was definitely real.
As if they needed it, that mind-blowingly dirty thought lit a fire between them.
Russell made it his mission to start on the next baby right… fucking… now.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Quinn murmured as she felt her father’s dick pound and pound into her.
Immediately, Quinn was racing like a freight train to her orgasm, and Russell felt her pussy steadily tighter on each thrust.
His hard pelvis slapped against hers.
Smack…
Smack…
Smack…
And, as Quinn’s pussy walls closed tighter and tighter around his cock, every inch in its firm clutch, Russell barreled just as quickly towards eruption.
Then, like a collision of the most pleasant kind, Russell surged inside Quinn one more time, and they both crashed into their orgasm.
Russell’s cum burst out of his cock and into Quinn’s pussy, and the sensations for both of them was heaven.
“Fuck!!!!” Quinn shouted.
As Russell’s dick swelled and she felt his hot seed from the inside out to her whole body, Quinn’s pussy convulsed around the wondrous cock filling her.
The quick tightening of Quinn’s walls caused Russell to jerk his hips again and squirt a little more cum into his daughter’s pussy.
“Shit,” he pulled out and watched a bead of his cum appear at Quinn’s hole before he fell down beside her across the bed.
“Fuck,” Quinn gasped as she saw it. “I missed seeing your cum leak out of me.”
Her pussy flexed involuntarily with arousal, pushing the little bead out onto the bed.
“What next, baby… I need you again. I’m already hard,” he panted.
“Lie down… I’m gonna ride your dick. I want to feel all of it,” she answered.
They were breathing heavily, sweaty with hearts racing, but they hardly noticed.
They hadn’t fucked in months, and they were going to fuck as much as possible in one day.
There would be no “making love” in the stereotypical sense.
“Making love” for them was Russell pounding the shit out of Quinn or Quinn working his cock with her pussy like a porn star.
Russell positioned himself leaning on the headboard.
He wanted the best view possible of Quinn as she did her thing.
“I like this,” Quinn smiled as she casually, deliberately sank her pussy down along Russell’s cock.
Cum still coated her face.
The position made it possible for them to kiss easily, and they did, devouring each other’s mouths as Quinn began to move her hips.
“Shit,” Russell gasped against her lips as he saw Quinn swaying and rocking those sexy hips. “My god.”
Of course, Quinn’s pussy was doing things to his cock that he knew no other woman was capable of.
But right then, he was mentally scolding himself for thinking Quinn couldn’t get sexier.
The view of Quinn’s hips gyrating, soft belly flexing and tits swaying…
Astounding.
Russell brushed his fingers over her stomach, smooth but moist with exertion, up to her tits and just feeling the soft mounds of flesh in his hands as she continued.
Then, he refocused his concentration on what she was doing to him.
She moved her lower body around and around, thighs flexing, pussy squeezing his cock.
“Shit, baby girl… what you do to me,” Russell gasped.
“You’re doing it to me, too, Daddy,” Quinn murmured, rocking her hips around and around.
“Shit… I’m cumming,” Russell gasped when his cock hit her at just the right angle.
“Fill me,” she breathed.
She was in ecstasy.
He bucked up into her and unloaded his balls, hard.
As the large amounts of hot cum dripped down his dick, still inside her, she continued to swivel those hips around and around.
He chuckled because immediately his dick, which had begun to soften, snapped back to full hardness.
“You’re amazing,” he mumbled.
She continued…
It was like Quinn was dancing to her own music.
“I feel so sexy right now with your dick in my cunt,” Quinn breathed.
Russell sat up and took a nipple into his mouth as he wrapped his arms around Quinn’s back.
He flicked his tongue on it.
“You’re always sexy… but you’ve never been sexier than right now… dancing on my cock,” he said, forehead resting between her breasts.
“Like a stripper?” Quinn asked.
“The sexiest stripper,” Russell answered.
She continued her sensual movements, and his dick continued to twitch and swell.
“I’m gonna cum again…” he said very soon.
“I need it… I need your fertile cum,” she said, voice shaky with desire.
“I need you to come to… squeeze my cock with your pussy,” Russell requested.
“Shit,” she gasped and did exactly what he asked.
Juices gushed from her pussy, mixing with his cum as he also climaxed.
Their scalding juices ran out of Quinn down onto the bed, adding to the pool they’d already made.
“So good,” she breathed, still keeping his cock in her pussy but pushing him back to rest against his chest.
His dick did soften this time, but she was able to keep it inside of her pussy.
“Satisfied?” he asked.
“Fuck, no,” she panted. “I just need a nap.”
He chuckled and pulled her tighter, flattening her tits against his hard chest.
They fell asleep with his cock snugly buried inside her pussy and cum drying on her face.
Quinn woke up first and woke Russell up with her cunt.
“Mmm… ready to go again?” he asked as he quickly grew alert.
“Mhm,” she smiled, then put her mouth to his ear, “I want you to pick me up, shove me against the wall and do dirty things with my pussy.”
“Damn your dirty mouth and my devotion to it.”
He grabbed her butt, squeezing her cheeks, and moved to stand up with her in his arms.
Sadly, his cock slipped out as they stood, but the slickness of their juices was just too much.
He wasn’t going to let it bob in the air like that for long, though.
He did, on the plus side, like the way it tapped Quinn’s ass as he walked them the short distance to the wall.
But, neither had time to really enjoy that before Quinn was flat against the wall, legs still wrapped around Russell’s waist.
She loosened them just enough so she could reach down and line her father’s dick up with her pussy.
She held it at her hole.
“Push it in,” she ordered.
He pushed his dick into her pussy with her fingers brushing it on the way in.
The combination of her fingers followed immediately by her soaked pussy walls brushing his dick was different, subtle but amazing.
Quinn cupped his balls with her palm for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Do dirty things with your pussy, huh?” Russell smirked.
“Mhm,” she smirked right back.
Also, she squeezed his cock with her pussy… hard.
“Shit, baby, do you want me to unload already?” he grunted.
“Mhm… you can get it up again,” she smirked some more.
“You have such faith in me,” Russell chuckled as he managed to hold off his suddenly impending orgasm.
He had one more thing he wanted to do before resting again… after he pounded Quinn into the wall.
He got started with the pounding…
With quick snaps of his hips he rammed Quinn’s back hard against the wall and battered the deepest parts of her pussy.
“Daddy… mmmm… daddy,” Quinn murmured between short thrusts, feeling the tip of Russell’s cock brushing her cervix on each one.
Sparks flew inside her pussy.
He squeezed her ass harder and lengthened his thrusts a tiny bit for the next few.
“Mmmmmm,” Quinn half moaned, half purred like a kitten.
The slide of his cock along her cunt walls drew it out longer.
As soon as he heard the deep, guttural sound Quinn made, Russell resumed quick thrusts.
And, almost immediately Quinn froze in a full-body shudder that sent her orgasm from her head, eyes and mouth screwed shut, to her pussy, which gushed and send her father into his own orgasm.
He spilled huge globs of seed that bathed Quinn’s pussy in heated sperm.
“Fuck,” Russell panted. “Turn around.”
He let go of her ass to further signal he wanted her to stand up and turn toward the wall.
She did on very unsteady legs.
Russell caught her around her middle.
“I’m gonna fuck you deep from behind,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Daddy… do it… please,” Quinn begged.
Russell was glad she wasn’t too tired.
She never was, but still, she hadn’t had sex since being pregnant.
He rubbed her pussy lips to make sure she was wet, and he moaned because she really, really was.
His dick jerked, and he was semi-hard.
He ran his dick between her pussy lips to wet it and to get it hard.
“Mmmm… told you you could get it up again,” Quinn teased.
“That’s all you, baby, you and your body,” Russell replied concentrating on lining his dick up again.
He guided Quinn’s back against his chest and one leg to bend a little to give him room.
She steadied herself with one hand on the wall and the other on Russell’s neck as he pushed his dick in slowly.
“Oh… my… god,” Quinn gasped.
From this angle, with Russell’s hand on her soft belly, caressing it, his dick slid so well inside her.
He started slowly and tenderly, in and out, letting her feel that slide, savoring the velvet wetness of her pussy walls himself.
But, then, he started to gradually increase not the speed but the strength of his thrusts.
Quinn’s pussy walls tightened at the same pace.
“I love you, Princess, and I missed your pussy,” Russell said and kissed Quinn, tangling their tongues.
Eventually, Quinn felt the need to return the sentiment, tell her daddy how she was feeling right then.
“I love you, too, Daddy… and you know I missed your dick… and your cum.”
“I know you did,” he kissed her shoulder. “You ready for me to give you another baby?”
As he spoke, he continued pushing his dick in and out, in and out of Quinn’s hole with more force.
“Yes… fuck a baby into me, Daddy,” Quinn gasped.
He moved his hands to Quinn’s hips and she braced herself with both hands because she knew what was coming.
It didn’t last long.
Russell, using those hips for leverage, bucked into Quinn just a few more times before unloading his balls so deep into Quinn’s pussy, she screamed.
Then, she squeezed and gushed juices through her own intense orgasm.
Quinn’s legs really were like jelly after that, so Russell caught her around her soft waist again and pulled her back to the bed.
They napped and fucked and napped and fucked all night.
“I’m never going that long without your dick again,” Quinn said as she basked in the afterglow and began to drift off.
“Absolutely not,” Russell said.
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