The Teacher

CH 38: WREN

Putting the girls down for a nap is not going to happen. These two are literally on a sugar rush right now. It's a little after one in the afternoon, and I know there is no naptime insight. So, I switch gears a bit with them. Instead of watching Zootopia for the third time since they woke up, I decided to wear them out with a dance party in the living room, turning up their favorite tunes as they giggled and spun around. The smiles on their faces are contagious, and despite knowing Sky is on his way home and what that typically entails, I can't help but dive into the fun, swaying and jumping right alongside them.

Forty-five minutes later, drained of energy but filled with joy, the girls collapsed onto the couch. I seize the moment to pop in Beauty and the Beast and tuck them under a fluffy blanket. I plant soft kisses on their foreheads. "I'll be back," I whisper, dimming the lights just enough for comfort.

I turn to wash the makeup off my face but stop short. Skylar is already home, leaning in the archway of the living room. He puts his pointer finger on his lips, signaling for me to be quiet, and then he walks towards the staircase. I look over my shoulder to see the girls are engrossed in the movie. I would prefer for them to be asleep before having sex with Skylar, but the look in his eyes tells me he has other plans.

As I follow him up the stairs, each step seems to pulse with anticipation. Our tongues dance together in a filthy tangle of desire as he pushes me against the closed bedroom door. The taste of his lust is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

"Let me wash this makeup off. The girls have me looking like a clown."

"You look perfect to me," he growls in between kisses. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name. I don't know which rules to use on you. My cardinal or sex 101 rules."

"Both," I moan, feeling myself getting wetter.

"Mommy, Wren." There is a sudden knock on the bedroom door, interrupting our moment of passion.

"Yes, Bella?"

Skylar looks at me in surprise. I know. I was just as surprised when Gabby and Bella called me Mommy Wren this morning during breakfast. But it does warm my hear to hear them say that.

"Are you coming back to watch the movie?"

I pull away from him, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire. "Yes," I call out, giving him an apologetic look. "I'll be right there. I just need to wash the makeup off, so give me five minutes, and I'll be right there."

"Okay," she says, and then I can hear her little footsteps as she heads back downstairs.

"Five minutes? I can make you come in five minutes," he growls, already stripping off his own clothes and then mine. He grabs me by the waist and throws me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide open. His fingers find my wet slit, and he thrusts them inside me with a feral intensity. I moan and writhe beneath him, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he thrust them in and out.

"You're so fucking wet," he growls, his thumb rubbing lazy circles around my swollen clit. "I can't wait to bury my cock deep inside you."

"Then do it," I gasp, my breath coming in short, panting gasps. "We have five minutes."

"Don't make a sound. We don't want the girls to hear you, now do we? Now get on your hands and knees." I comply, and then, without a moment's hesitation, he slams his cock into my aching pussy.

He starts to pound into me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my pussy lips with each brutal thrust.

"You like that?" he growls, his hands gripping my hips as he pounds me into oblivion. "You like it when I fuck you hard and fast?"