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I turn her until her back is turned to me and oblige her. I spank her ass rhythmically, alternating from one mound to the other, until she’s hot and writhing. Her moans fill the room, and her backside stays arched for more.

I slide my fingers between her legs, parting her slick folds. A loud moan leaves her lips, and all I can do is hold on to my hard-won control. I stroke her clit, sliding my fingers slowly until she’s jerking against them for more.

“D-Daddy,” she says, her voice trembling around the plea.

“What do you want, baby girl?” I growl against her ear, licking it gently.

“I w-want you inside m-me,” she confesses and nudges my cock with her ass.

I didn’t wait. I lift her right leg and thrust deep. A loud keen tears through the room just as her walls clamp tightly around my cock. My control is barely holding. So I clamp her hip and stroke deeper until Zora is bucking widely.

“Oh!” she moans aloud, gripping the sheets tightly and simultaneously clamping hard on my cock as she orgasms.

My control is in shambles now, and I’m focused on one goal. My movements become erratic. I drive into her deeper, holding her writhing body as she feels the aftershocks of her orgasm. I should relent. I don’t because I know she can take me—all of me, the part that wants to hold her down and keep her there.

She gets me like no one else. It’s why we fit. Why I can’t even remember what life was without her. I’m gone. I’m all in. The ache building inside me is ready to crest. I thrust deeper, stroking hard. Her walls tighten around me until it feels like a vise, squeezing and taking me over the edge.

“Jax!” she shouts, bucking hard as another orgasm racks her body.

I grunt loudly as I come undone, jerking and filling her with my cum. Time slips. The world narrows. And for a while, it’sjust us. When we finally come back to ourselves, I gather Zora’s trembling body close, our uneven breaths mingling.

I can feel our wildly racing hearts, but the world around us is quiet. The kind of quiet that feels earned. Her head is resting against my chest again, our breathing still a little uneven but steadying.

“That…” she murmurs softly, her fingers tracing random patterns against my skin. “Yeah…that was out of this world.”

I let out a low chuckle, my hand brushing lightly along her arm. “I know. But then again, I aim to please.”

She shifts slightly, tilting her head just enough to look at me, her blue eyes clearer now, brighter. “You’re very sure of yourself.”

“Only when I’m right.”

She rolls her eyes at me, but there’s no heat behind it, just amusement and a softness I’ve quietly noticed is reserved for me. I open my mouth to say something about it, but a loud cry cuts through the quiet. We both freeze.

Levi.

“Told you,” I say.

“Shut up.” Zora groans softly, dropping her head back against my chest. “Of course.”

I huff out a quiet laugh, running a hand over my face. “Perfect timing.”

She pushes herself up slightly, already moving to get up, but I catch her wrist gently. “I’ve got him.”

She hesitates. “You don’t have to—”

I’m already sitting up. I give her a look, and she smiles. “Okay.”

“Go get ready for work. I’ll see to our little man,” I say.

Our. I hear it after it’s out of my mouth. She doesn’t correct me.

She nods in response. I lean down, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before getting up and heading toward the living room. The sound of Levi’s cries gets louder with every step.

“Hey, little man,” I say, scooping him up carefully and settling him against my chest. “What’s going on, huh? We were having a moment.”

His cries soften almost immediately, his small body relaxing slightly against me, and I shake my head with a quiet smile. “Yeah…I figured.”

From the bedroom, I hear Zora moving around. Drawers opening, the soft rustle of clothes as she gets ready. And for a second, I just stand there, holding Levi, listening to the normalcy of it. It’s new. But it feels right. And that thought sticks with me as I calm Levi fully, gently rocking him until he settles. His small hand grips my shirt like he always does.