Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
My moan mingled with his curse as he settled deep.
He fucked me hard and fast, my moans filling the room as he drove me up through one orgasm, then another, before grabbing me, turning, and dropping me onto the bed, yanking up my legs, and thrusting harder.
He had me coming two more times before he slammed deep, cursing as he came on the tail end of my orgasm.
“That was worth the wait,” I declared as he dropped down beside me.
Aurelio made a rumbling sound I took for agreement as he rolled me over to his side.
We were silent for a while, just enjoying the closeness, before he was looking at me.
“You know what I’m thinking?” he asked.
“String cheese?” I asked, getting a laugh out of him.
“And wine,” he agreed.
We both climbed out of bed, him yanking his pants up, me shrugging into his shirt, then the both of us making our way downstairs to raid the kids’ snacks.
I only had a sip of wine in me, and Aurelio had taken a bite out of his string cheese when the door from the garage flew open.
And in walked our kids.
Carrying several boxes of pizza.
Their smiles freezing, then falling, as they looked at us.
“Where’s Mom’s pants?” our youngest asked. “And Dad’s shirt?”
“Gross,” one of them said.
It was only Judah who didn’t seem completely disgusted with the fact that his parents clearly still loved each other.
“We decided to bring it back to share,” Judah said, lifting the pizza boxes. “But maybe we should go have a picnic outside.”
“Don’t be silly,” I said, waving toward the table. “What’s… oh, hey, honey,” I said as our eldest daughter came rushing into the kitchen, slamming the door hard enough to make it rattle, her face full of anger and hurt.
Oh, I knew that type of disappointment too well.
The cute musician guy had shown his ass sooner than I expected. But, I guess, that was probably for the best.
“What are…” she started, then looked from me to her father, her eyes going round, cheeks going red.
“We’re having pizza,” Judah declared, smirking at his sister’s embarrassment. “But I think everyone is going to go get a little… more comfortable,” he said with a pointed look to his sister’s outfit.
Which, of course, got narrowed eyes and an arm cross from her before she stormed out of the room.
“We did a good job with them,” Aurelio said, wrapping an arm around me as the kids started to argue over the best pizza toppings.
“They all seem suitably traumatized by realizing we still have sex,” I said, leaning into him. “So, yeah we did.”
Right then, our oldest daughter came back into the kitchen in some roomy sweats instead of the tight, short outfit, getting a nod from Judah, like the overprotective brother he was.
“You guys maybe want to go put some clothes on?” Judah asked as he came toward us to get plates. “The little one is starting to think pants are optional at dinner,” he said with a smirk.
“You had that coming with the whole condom thing earlier,” Aurelio said as he followed me out of the kitchen, unable to resist grabbing my bare ass under the shirt as he followed me up the stairs to the sound of the house full of our kids’ laughter below us.
It was everything we ever dreamed of.
A full house of happy kids.
And a love that only grew deeper with each passing year.
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