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They pound on him, calling him the monster. And he threatens to eat them. He carries them, three at a time, back to the lesson area. With such gingerly grace, he lowers them in front of the ballet barre one at a time. The girls roll on the floor hysterically laughing at him.
If I didn’t see this with my own eyes, I’d never fucking believe it. But it puts a smile on my face. He’s looking forward to being a father. And to a little girl, who he’ll be gentle with, of course, but he’ll also make sure she’s a badass.
Ella works with Lia one-on-one, following Katya’s steps. Before snack time, I’d seen Lia strangling the barand kicking her feet wildly. My Ella has the little girl focused and following the lesson, moving to the steps in perfect pace.
The metaphor strikes me. I’ve been barreling down the highway at a fast and furious speed. Ella forced me to slow down. Smell the roses. Like the ones I bought her. Thanks to her, I get to watch a little ballet rehearsal. Just breathe and live my life for me.
Measured and graceful looks better on me. Because of her.
Ella points to the ballet barre hanging on the mirror, signaling she wants to stay for the rest of the lesson.
I nod happily and take a seat on the wooden window bench to watch. I should be dissecting every keystroke her father is typing a world away. But here, watching Ella with a little girl who needs her...
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Balor
Monday morning in my shower, Ella grinds her ass against me. She moans louder when my cock slips between her cheeks and rubs against her tiny hole.
I did that last night on the floor of my bedroom. Took her there, roughly. We fucked most of the weekend—our first weekend back together—and I loved it.
I hate not having her in my bed every night, but her father comes home soon.
Where the hell should I send him next?
Her hormones drive her to suck my dick in the middle of the night, prompting me to roll over and sink deep inside her, coming so hard. I spill so much seed that it seeps out and splashes against my balls and her thighs.
Wet and slick from the water and my bodywash, our drenched hair sticks to our faces. I can’t get enough of her.
My hands come up from behind and massage her tits, squeezing these pert nipples I dream of sucking all day. Mostly because it drives Ella insane.
She gets more desperate for me every second and to ease her ache, I slip my hand between her legs. We’re both drenched from the rainwater showerhead above, but my fingers know the texture of the silky juices deep inside her pussy.
I pump one finger in and out of her wet cunt and watch her head lower with a groan.
“God yeah,” she whines. “Right there, Balor.”
I work her clit with two fingers and run my tongue across her shoulder, nibbling on the tattoo there. “Are you needy for your boss’s cock this morning?”
Her head bobs up and down, riding my hand. “Please!”
I’m slowly getting used to fucking without a condom, but I need her on edge because I can’t last too long whenI’m bare inside her wet cunt.
“Turn around, butterfly.” When she does, I stroke her chin and say, “Open for me.”
Her jaw drops and her eyes light up when I hold my hand in front of her mouth.
“Suck. Suck yourself off me.”
“Yum.” She smiles, taking my fingers into her lush mouth.
“Yum, indeed. The only thing better is when these tangy juices mix with my hot cum.”
Her hands close around my stiff cock, turning whatever languid veins I have left hard as fucking granite.
“I need to fuck you.” I lower to the shower floor. “Sit on my cock.”