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Faster than I’ve ever seen him move, he’s up and stripping, his clothes landing in a haphazard pile on the rug, my shorts quickly joining them. He’s hard and thick, a portrait of pure masculinity.
I’m so wet from my first orgasm, Jules is easily able to slide deep inside me. He places my legs right back where they were before, the angle putting me at a loss for words. I can’t tell if I’m still orgasming or if I’m on to a new one. Either way, this man does magical things to my body.
“Jules! Oh my God, Jules.” I scrunch my eyes shut, overwhelmed by him.
“Eyes on me, Thea. I want you to see exactly who makes you feel this way.”
He does. I know it’s him. I know I’m absolutely ruined for anyone else. He pounds into me, his finger rubbing my clit in time. We are sweaty, manic, and absolutely feral for each other. With a few more thrusts, we are both falling into sexual oblivion. Now it’s my turn to remind him to be quiet as a primal grunt rips from his throat.
Once we are both entirely wrung out, he collapses next to me, breathing heavily.
“Don’t pass out, old man,” I manage to mutter, though I’m feeling just as exhausted as he looks.
My sass earns me a swift smack to the pussy—something I enjoy far more than I should.
After we both clean up, I slide under the covers next to him, still completely naked. “Don’t go back to your room,” hemumbles, pulling my back flush against his front. “Stay with me.”
I think about it for so long, his breath begins to even out. “Okay,” I finally whisper, hoping he’s fallen asleep and can’t hear me. It’s the coward's way out, I know.
To my surprise, his lips find my shoulder blade as he squeezes my hip. Well, I guess I can’t escape now.
Not that I actually wanted to, anyway.
I’m rudely awoken from the best night's sleep of my life by a door being flung open, slamming loudly against the wall. I pop straight up in bed only to realize that my tits are out and proud this morning.
We are a pretty free-flowing family, but I certainly wasn’t expecting my child to barge in on my nude form before—I check the clock—8 AM Quickly, I pull the duvet up to cover my chest.
“Eww! Why are you nakey, Mama?” Chloe yells, prancing into the room in her mismatched pajama set. We’re going to have to start working on a little thing called boundaries with her.
I look around the room, hoping to find an answer to her question in the thin air surrounding me. “I—uhm…”
“It was hot last night, don’t you think, Chlo?” Jules asks, rescuing me from my temporary mental loss.
Chloe shrugs. “I wasn’t hot.”
I nod, dazedly. “That’s good, my littlechicken. Why don’t you go put a show on, and Mama will be out there in just a second, okay?”
She looks at me, then at Jules, wheels turning quickly in her little head. Her eyes snap down to my belly, covered but obviously visible under the blanket, and then back to Jules again. “Is JuJu my new daddy?”
“No!” I immediately shout. “I mean…” Oh God. “This is an after-coffee conversation, okay, Chlo? But I promise I’ll answer any questions you have.”
She seems to deem that an acceptable answer, turning on her heels and skipping back out of the room as quickly as she came in. When she asked about Jules being her dad before I was able to evade her question, but it looks like my time is up.
Jules hops up, using a pillow to cover hismanhood, and closes the door behind her. “I’ll get a lock,” he states, as if a four-year-old little blonde tornado didn’t just ask if he was her father.
“Orrrr no more sleepovers,” I reply.
His brows furrow. “I like the lock idea better.”
I flop back against the pillows, burying my face in my hands. “God, that was embarrassing. I hope I didn’t scar her for the rest of her life.”
“Everyone should go to therapy, this might be her reason.”
“That’s not helping.” I feel the bed move as Jules slides back in. His hands come up to mine and slowly tangle in a way that forces me to stop hiding and face him. I’m one hundred percent positive my face is tomato red; Jules’ smirk is all the confirmation I need.
“I really do think a good lock and therapy is the way to go.” He smiles sweetly down at me, his long hair hanging loose around us.
Fuck, I probably need therapy too. I say as much to Jules.
