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Her pussy clenches around my cock as she comes, and I barely manage to control myself, although I want to feel her come before an orgasm overtakes me.
She shudders again, letting out a cry of pleasure. My cock twitches with pleasure inside her. Her soft brown eyes stares into mine, a half-smile of pleasure and satisfaction on her full lips.
All of my senses are filled with Tessa, her smell, the feel of her full breasts in my hands, her soft skin against mine, her wet, warm pussy on my cock.
It’s too much and I start to lose control, feeling the need to come, longing to feel release.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her down on me, claiming her mouth as I thrust my cock up into her, again and again and again until I explode, shooting hot, thick cum inside her.
Tessa moans as I come, gasping as my hard cock pulses with the waves of my gooey orgasm. I thrust slowly and deeply, finally pushing up hard, lifting her hips up and keeping myself inside her as I reach the peak, pleasure crackling throughout my body.
I pull Tessa’s naked body into mine, holding her against me as the orgasm starts to fade.
“I can keep doing that forever,” Tessa sighs, sagging against me in the warm afterglow.
I breathe in deeply, filling my lungs with the smell of her hair. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”
That’s when it dawns on me: I won’t have to be without her anymore.
Epilogue
Tessa—Eighteen Months Later
I just about manage to catch Kayleigh before she tumbles headfirst off a step.
Our little daughter has just turned one, and today is her birthday party. She’s only just found out that she can walk, so every social occasion is a chaotic juggling act between entertaining guests and making sure she doesn’t fall down the stairs or hit her head, or eat a crayon, or any number of myriad ways she finds to get into trouble.
Claire laughs as I wrangle the struggling toddler. “You know what this reminds me of? Babysitting you when you’re drunk,” she says, taking a sip of wine. “Except I think Kayleigh has better coordination.”
“I can still un-invite you from this party, you know,” I say, fixing her with a death stare. “Isn’t there someone you could be flirting with?”
She makes a face. “Not unless you and your husband are thinking about opening your marriage.” She looks over her shoulder to where Luke is chatting with his parents. “Actually, you know what? That doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me.”
“Don’t even think about it,” I laugh. “There are limits to our friendship, and I think that’s got to be where I draw the line.”
The doorbell rings and I rush over to answer it, the squirming baby still in my arms.
“Happy birthday, gorgeous!” Brock’s standing on our doorstep, holding a gift and a bottle of wine. “I hope you’re keeping your Daddy on his toes for Uncle Brock.”
“Just the man I wanted to see,” I say. “My friend Claire is over there in the kitchen, and she’s just begging for some male attention. Could you do the honors?”
Brock follows my gaze, and his eyes light up as he spots my pretty friend. “I’d be happy to,” he says, winking. “Always my pleasure to help out. You know me.”
I whisper into his ear as he passes me, “She’s slutty as hell, just so you know. Don’t be shy.”
I watch as he strikes up a conversation with Claire—the two of them seemingly hitting it off.
At least that’s Claire out of my hair. What’s next?
It’s been a whirlwind of a year.
I cancelled the lease on my old apartment soon after Luke and I finally admitted our feelings for one another, then moved into his huge mansion just out of town. To say that it was an adjustment would be an understatement.
After spending my life scrimping and saving for every single penny, money had ceased to be an issue—just like that.
Old habits die hard, though. Luke still laughs at me when I cut coupons from boxes and set a weekly food budget. But it helps me stay grounded and not forget where I came from.
I check my watch—Kayleigh’s birthday cake was supposed to be here an hour ago, but it still hasn’t turned up. I walk up to Luke and hand the baby off to him.
“Your turn for some baby-wrangling,” I say.
“You got it,” Luke says, his eyes lighting up as he takes Kayleigh into his arms. “Have you been giving your mom trouble, you little monkey?”
He lifts her above his head and starts flying her around the room like a plane, complete with sound effects. She gurgles and laughs, deliriously happy, and I smile as I watch the two of them play.
Luke’s a great Dad, just like I knew he would be. Even with all his work responsibilities and stress, he always finds the time for us.
