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After the whole dilemma with my Mom and Theodore, I took a shower and sat down in the living room to watch TV or something. I was scrolling through the TV, watching Gray Anatomy, Peppa Pig, and Castlevania. Theodore was mulling around, watching me, working, in his office.

It was kind of hot to see him work and walk around with a pen playing around his fingers. After a while, at like 2 a.m., he abruptly sat next to me and turned off the TV.

"Hello?" I scowled in annoyance. "I was watching that,"

Theodore rolled his eyes. "Do you know how many times I've heard you laugh like a banshee and exclaim that someone is so fine?" He narrowed his eyes. "It's an animation."

I rolled my eyes. "I can't even dream, or pretend–"

Theodore scoffed. "What are you? Ten? Playing make believe with your Mommy?"

I shoved him and took the remote back. "Give me the remote," I sneered.

Theodore frowned. "Uh, ma'am you still owe me a hell of a lot."

I gasped, remembering what I promised earlier. "Ohh yeah," I said. "But no, you don't deserve anything."

"I don't deserve anything?" Theodore raised an eyebrow. "After your mother has assaulted me, cost me more than I had to pay, tried to kill me with garlic and–"

"Ok, ok, I did promise you," I laughed embarrassingly. "You always do this shit when I'm angry, like kill yourself."

He slipped his arms around my waist. "Can I fuck you before I have to quote on quote kill myself?"

I giggled at his unexpected question. "Shut up," I wrapped my arms around his neck as he smirked. "You're so annoying," I said against his lip, kissing him softly.

He roughly grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. "You say all of this and still get on my dick."

"Well, who am I to refuse a good dick, even if the person who has it is a bum." I teased. He smacked my ass and I yelped. "Ow, stop hitting my ass." I frowned.

"Stop saying slick shit," he replied, pulling down my zipper. "Why are you wearing a jacket with nothing under it?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Theodore."

"Stephanie," he replied, grabbing my tits.

"In the living room?" I asked.

Theodore flipped us over, now on top of me as he pulled down my shorts. "It's where you straddled me isn't it?"

I rolled my eyes, glaring at him patiently for him to take off his pants. "Please stop wearing belts. Buy pants that fit."

He chuckled, taking his dick out in his hand. "You can't blame me for being small and petite." Instead of taking off my panties, he pulled them to the side. I pulled him down to kiss me before he went in. "Damn, Steph,"

"You gotta kiss me," I pouted. "It's required."

Theodore rolled his eyes. "Can I please put my dick inside of you now?"

I nodded and he slipped in, causing me to bite my lip. His huge arms laid beside my head as he kissed me again. He pulled out and slammed back in.

I moaned in his mouth, arching my back as Theodore started thrusting deeper, picking up his pace, fucking me harder with each thrust.

"Fuck," I clawed his back as he thrusted deeper. "Oh my god," I bit my lip as he bit my shoulder.

He thrusted up into my g-spot repeatedly as I moaned, my legs shaking around his waist. "Fuck," I said weakly.

He fucked my g-spot harder before lifting my legs up and pounding my pussy, pummeling into me. Theodore pressed down on my clit while he rammed inside of me. "I'm gonna cum," I squealed, rolling my eyes to the back of my head.

Theodore slammed into me harder, burying his dick as deep as it would go, his dick twitching inside of me. He was thrusting violently, fucking me into the couch. I moaned out loud as I came, shaking beneath him. "Theodore," I whined.

I screamed as he grabbed my hips and continuously slammed inside of me, hammering inside me mercilessly, grinding and thrusting so deep and rough as I clenched against his twitching dick, hitting my g-spot over and over again.

"I'm cumming," he groaned, moving faster, chasing his release.

"Uh, I'm cumming too," I cried out, biting my lip as I came harder than before, clenching Theodore harder and milking his dick.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his cum spurted inside me while I was cumming. "Fuck," I gasped.

He pulled away, panting.

"Tired old man? Need your cane?" I teased, laughing at his unamused facial expression.

He pulled out, without a word and walked away. "You can stay there," he said before he closed his door.

I gasped, laughing. "Theodore!" I called out, wincing when I sat up. "Ow, Theodore I was joking. I wanna shower and I don't feel like getting u–Ah!" I shrieked when he suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Boo." He said monotonously.

I placed a hand on my chest. "Oh my god, you just...teleported? Flash? What the actual fuck?"

He sighed. "Are you done?"

I nodded, smiling. "Wow, that's so cool," I said. "Do it again."

Instead of doing it again, he lifted me up with an annoyed expression. "No."

I pouted. "Why?"

"Why the fuck would I do something because you asked?" He said.

I rolled my eyes. "Because you love me so much you'll pick me up and take me to the bathroom." I cooed as he put me down on the toilet.

"Do you ever get tired of spewing out bullshit?" He asked, taking his shirt off.

"Do you ever get tired of keeping up with that shitty attitude?"

"On second thought, I'm using the other bathroom–"

"No," I grabbed his arms and wrapped my sore legs around his waist. "Don't leave me, bae." I pouted.

Theodore looked at me with disgust before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god," he mumbled.

Such a short chapter, ughh, how did I not notice?

I should double-upload, SO i'mma do it in a couple of hours.