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“You don’t suppose that would teach you to be a father, do you?” I tease, gesturing at the book in his hands.
Pocus shrugs. “To be honest, I don’t know what to make of it. It says to change the baby’s diaper yourself once a week, to build a connection. Is that what fatherhood is?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t have much of a Father,” I reply, “I guess there aren’t really any manuals for it.”
“I wish there were,” Pocus says with a sigh. “Our baby will be here anytime soon, and I’m as scared as I am excited. The feeling is out of this world, man.”
“As it should be,” I nod, smiling wildly at Pocus. “Even I can’t wait to meet the little angel.”
“Of course,” Pocus nods, his eyes filled with pride for the daughter he’s yet to meet. “She’s going to be gorgeous.”
And he’s going to be an amazing dad. I don’t know why he was ever worried in the first place.
“What if Edward somehow regains his memory and comes after you again?” Pocus asks after a long stretch of silence.
I shrug casually. “Then, I’ll kill him for real this time.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
Being with Victoria has greatly impacted my life in such a short time. She’s constantly encouraging me to be the best version of myself. But apart from that, she sets a fire in me that can never be quenched, no matter how many times I fuck her.
Sex with Victoria will never get tiring– mostly because I burn for her and because there are so many endless possibilities to explore. She’s willing to try freaky things with me and engages my spontaneous tastes.
Tonight, she’s a horny mathematics professor, and I’m a hopeless bastard pining over her…
And we’d attacked each other with the intensity of our lust. We’d drowned in its pleasure, and we’re back up for air.
She’s breathing hard. I am, too. We stare at each other, practically attacking each other with our eyes. She bites down on her lower lip and reaches behind her back to unzip the ridiculously short skirt I’d gotten her for the role play. The material slowly slides to the floor, forming a pool at her feet. My clock throbs in anticipation at the sight of her sexy long legs. I look up slowly, taking in the whole of her. Victoria strikes a sexy pose in her black thong, and a white shirt unbuttoned just enough to give me a teasing glance at her perfect little breasts and high heels. Her lips are swollen from being kissed so hard earlier. Her cheeks have the slightest hint of rose, and her wild red hair is tousled from having my hands run through the strands. She’s fucking divine. And mine to worship.
And then she smiles, and I almost have an orgasm right there and then. I reach for my throbbing dick, pumping my hand up and down the hard length.
She watches me as I watch her watch me. And that’s just fucking hot. Victoria walks out of her skirt and toward me in her strappy black stilettos.
Fuck.
I moan loudly, pumping harder.
Victoria kneels between my legs and gently pries my hand off my dick. “Don’t be naughty, darling,” she says in a dark, sexy voice, keeping her chocolatey eyes locked on mine. Slowly, she replaces my hand with hers. I lift my hips with a tortured groan, pushing into the heat of her hand.
“You’re so big,” she purrs, circling her thumb over my tip before slowly running her hand down my dick.
“Oh, fuck... Victoria,” I moan shamelessly.
“Oh no, darling. Call me Professor Cromwell.”
And before I could decipher the meaning behind the devilish smile on her lips, she swoops down and swirls her tongue over the head of my dick.
“Oh no, you daredevil,” I mutter through gritted teeth, pulling her back to my mouth. I kiss her. Hard.
“I need to be inside of you now, Vic– Professor Cromwell,” I pant against her lips. “I think I’m actually going to die if I don’t fuck you now.”
She chuckles and straddles me, her knees locked on either side of my hips. I run my hands up her smooth, creamy thighs, grabbing her waist with one hand and lifting her up. I push a finger into her to test her readiness. Then another because she’s so fucking wet. She’s always so ready for me. I slide my fingers all the way in, and she throws her head back with a loud moan. She clenches tighter around my fingers.
“So fucking hot and wet, Professor Cromwell,” I moan, slowly sliding my fingers out and in again. Then. I fuck her with my finger. Hard. Fast.
Victoria rocks her hips in a maddening rhythm, her pussy molded snugly around my fingers. I close my eyes, imagining just how incredible she’ll feel around my cock. I add another finger, pumping three fingers in and out of her while I watch her lose herself, gasping my name over and over again.
Music to my fucking ears.
