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I looked down at them and grinned.
“No, they’re all for you.”
“Oh,” she squeaked softly, eyes wide.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
I looked down between us and spit, loving the way that she gasped.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
And as I pressed myself against her entrance, I put one arm on her hip, the other wrapping her hair around my fist.
“Are you ready?”
“Just fuck me already,” she sputtered, and I laughed as I shoved into her with one thrust.
She was so tight that my knees nearly buckled, but I stood there for a moment, letting her adjust to the size of me.
“Oh. I can feel… everything.”
“I got you. Are you ready?” I asked softly.
“Just move,” she groaned, rolling her hips.
“That’s my girl,” I whispered, both of us freezing for an instant at the words before I pushed them aside and pulled back out of her. As she whimpered, I slammed back home, and then we were moving, meeting thrust for thrust, the sounds in the room wet and full of heat.
She was so slick that it was easy to move in and out of her, her pussy tight enough to clamp around my cock.
I wasn’t going to last long, even though I wanted to, but we didn’t have time. So I moved my hand from her hair, slid it between us, and rubbed my thumb over her clit.
When she shot off again, her eyes meeting mine, I captured her shout with my mouth, hoping nobody heard, as I shoved deep one more time, coming to the point that I could barely see straight.
Part of me wanted to ditch the condom, to fill her, to brand her.
And I knew that primitive part of me needed to shut the fuck up and go away.
But it was all I could do just to hold her as my cock twitched inside her, and we both stood there. We both lay into one another, panting, sweaty, knowing everything had changed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
RORY
“I can’t find my shoes. Did somebody take my shoes? It had to be you, Alice. Your feet can’t even fit in my shoes. You’re too small. You’re just a baby.”
Eggs on the stove, toast in the toaster, I quickly pulled the pan off the burner and moved towards the stairwell. “Cameron. Stop being mean to your sister. Your shoes are here by the door where you left them yesterday. Which are also next to your bag. Do we need to go over your homework?”
“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.” Cameron slammed her door, and I pinched the bridge of my nose, telling myself that perhaps things were getting smoother. In fact, it almost felt routine at this point to be called names and shouted at while trying to figure out how to raise two children I didn’t know.
I went back to the stove and dished up the girls’ breakfast. I didn’t always make eggs and toast with fruit for breakfast, but since I hadn’t been able to sleep the night before, I had woken up early with extra energy. Laundry was already in the washer, the dishwasher was unloaded, breakfast was ready, and my tablet was on the table since I had been working on the children’s book illustrations before the girls had even gotten up.
It had been nearly twenty-four hours since I had had sex with Brooks.
Sex on a desk where he had talked so dirty I had nearly come just from his words alone.
And then he had disposed of the condom, taking the trash out completely after kissing me softly on the mouth and leaving me to get fixed up. I had needed to center myself, and we had parted ways, forgetting our pizzas completely.
And we hadn’t talked about it. Because why would the two of us talk about it.
