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He looks so fucking good above me, sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead. I don't want this to end. I roll my hips and his jaw clenches. He hisses.
“The kids…”
The knocking becomes more insistent.
“Mommy, Daddy?” It's Tasha.
I bite down hard on my lips as Chris unintentionally slips out of me a little bit making a squelchy sound.
“Bella took my doll and refuses to return it.”
“Tell her that Mommy will be so mad at her if she doesn't return it,” I yell from the bed.
“But Mommy, she won't give me unless you are there,” her little voice pleads.
“Tell her I said I will ground her if she doesn't.”
I hear little feet scurry off, and I let out a breath.
“Did you lock the door?” I ask Chris.
“I did. Thank God, I did.”
I wrap my leg around his hips, bringing him closer.
“Fuck me before she comes again.”
It takes a moment for him to brace and harshly thrust into me, making me cry out in pleasure. He covers my mouth with his hands, not relenting in his harsh thrusts. “Keep it down.”
I can’t stop the small, quiet gasps from leaving my mouth, muffled by his hand on my lip. I dig my fingers into his arms as the sensation becomes overwhelming.
I shut my eyes tightly. I had missed this so much.
A knock comes on the door again, but he doesn't halt this time.
“Faster,” I demand.
He grunts. “They will hear it.”
“They won’t.” I'm not so sure of that but I'm too lost in ecstasy to care.
“I will have to make the walls soundproof before next time.” The slapping of skin becomes loud, aggressive, quick, and repetitive. I close my mouth with my hands and bite down on my bottom lip, trying my best to keep the sounds in.
I'm too focused on the heavenly feeling of Chris’s cock slamming against me until I reach my orgasm. My orgasm comes crashing down and escaping from my lips with a cry.
“Just a bit more,” he sneers through gritted teeth, slamming into my stretched hole. He soon comes, shooting load upon load into me. If I wasn't on birth control, Sam would soon be welcoming a little brother or sister.
“What would I do without you?" He murmurs, smacking a wet, obnoxious kiss to my cheek.
I beam at him. "I have no idea.”
He pulls out right after and quickly adjusts his clothes. “You think she's still there?” Chris asks as he slips on his pajama pants.
“I don't know.” I adjust my dress and stand.
He assesses me and, satisfied that I'm presentable enough, he opens the door, but no one is there. We share a look before racing to the living room in panic as we hear the loud cries of Sam echoing throughout the house.
Bella, Damien, and Tasha are all dancing around him, trying to cheer him up to no avail.
