When she came, her cry was earth-shattering. She rocked into me and shook violently, moaning and gripping the counter for support.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Holy shit. Oh God.”

I wasn’t done. In one motion, I pulled out of her and spun her around. Her legs were still shaking as I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the kitchen table. I laid her on her back and shoved her dress up again.

My eyes roamed over her body as she laid there, ready for me all over again. She reached out her hands for me, and I collapsed on top of her, my lips crashing into hers. Our kiss was hot and full of passion. I was soon out of breath, but I didn’t care. I pulled my lips from hers and yanked at the top of her dress, pulling it down just far enough for her tits to pop out. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I growled at the sight of her perky nipples.

Taking one in my mouth, I bit it hard and reveled in the sounds coming out of her mouth. She tangled her fingers in my hair and wrapped her legs around my waist, shoving her hips upward.

“I want you,” I said against her tits. “God, I want you.”

She rocked her hips harder into me, and I reached down to grab my cock and shove it inside of her. She gasped and arched her back. I growled and took a nipple between my teeth as I pounded her pussy relentlessly.

The table moved with every thrust, and I briefly wondered if it would break under us. In that moment, we were animals, driven forward by our undeniable need. I pounded her so hard, her tits were bouncing against my mouth. I lifted my head to see her.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You look so fucking hot.”

“Sean,” she breathed. “Sean.”

My name became a chant of pleasure on her lips. She called out to me as I thrust faster and harder. The sound of our flesh smacking together filled the room. My cock was throbbing, and I knew I was close, but I wanted to see pleasure cascade over her body one more time.

When she came, she screamed out and grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples between her fingers. The sight was enough to make me explode. I shot forward, filling her completely and grunting like a rutting animal. My body tensed as my pleasure overtook me. Emily tightened her legs around me, letting me feel every inch of her as I shoved deeper inside.

Our bodies were fused together with sweat and lust. I laid on top of her, my cheek resting on her swollen nipple while she held me close. Her fingers dug into my back, and our groins were still pulsating with our combined orgasms.

“Shit,” I said as I pushed myself up and slid out of her. “Holy shit.”

“Come here,” she said softly. She sat up on the table and held out her arms to me. I moved forward to hold her, kissing her softly.

Our kiss was full of meaning, and when we finally pulled apart, I sighed and went to find my clothes. I knew it was almost time to pick up the kids from Mrs. Johnston. I didn’t want to leave Emily’s embrace, but it was getting late.

While I got dressed, she fixed her dress and pulled on her panties. Our eyes met, and she came forward, kissing me again and moaning against my lips.

“I have to get the kids,” I said. “Wait for me in my room.”

She nodded and disappeared down the hall. I stared after her until I was calm enough to move. Reluctantly, I pulled myself away and headed for the front door. I hurried toward Mrs. Johnston’s house, still thinking of the gorgeous woman now lying in my bed.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - EMILY

Sean had been trying to get some serious work done for days now. The kids were always antsy, and it was now too hot to let them stay outside all day. I did what I could to keep them quiet, but inevitably, a fight would break out and Sean would reemerge from his study, frustrated and exhausted.

On Wednesday, I decided I would take the kids out for ice cream so Sean could really try and work. This book was so important to him. I could see it in his eyes every time he talked about it. His ambitions to be a writer were so precious to him, he was afraid to admit it to very many people. I wanted to help him protect those ambitions while he strived toward his goal. It wasn’t easy, but I was determined to do my part.

After lunch that day, I loaded the kids into my car, and we drove out of town. There were plenty of ice cream shops in the town square, but I wanted to spend more time away from the house. We drove half an hour down the road, in search of something new and exciting. When we came across a snow cone stand, Sarah practically jumped out of her seat with excitement. Laughing, I pulled over and helped them out of the car.

We talked toward the stand together, Sarah jumping up and down with joy.

“I haven’t had a snow cone since we moved here!” Sarah said.

“We had a stand right outside our neighborhood,” Tommy explained. “Back home, we got snow cones almost every day. It was the best!”

“Well,” I said. “What flavors should we get?”

“Hmm.” Sarah craned her neck to read the menu.

It took almost ten minutes for Sarah to decide what combination she wanted, and when she did, it sounded disgusting to me: blue raspberry, mango, and cherry. I asked if she was sure, but she just nodded with enthusiasm. I glanced at Tommy, and he shrugged. We each ordered our cones and then walked over to the benches to sit down.

Tommy and I ate our snow cones in silence, but Sarah hummed to herself. She was smiling as she ate her disgusting snow cone, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Sarah was the easiest person to please. All she needed was a little attention, some sugar, and a day full of sunshine. It still amazed me how attached I’d grown to both her and her brother in such a short amount of time. We hadn’t yet spent a full summer together, and already, I loved them both.

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