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I try to go a little deeper and she gags a little bit.

“Just relax, Red. It’s okay, open up that throat just a bit more.”

She relaxes her throat and is able to take me a little further. Tears are starting to run down her face the more she takes me. Using my fingers, I wipe her tears.

“God, Red, you look so fucking beautiful with your mouth full of my cock.”

She feels amazing. Her legs start to widen, and I can see that she is getting wet rubbing her clit. I love that sucking my cock turns her on.

“That’s right, Red, touch yourself. Make yourself cum while my cock is in your throat.”

The need to chase my orgasm takes over and I get a little bit rougher. I grab her hair and push my cock into her mouth to where the tip is halfway down her throat causing her to gag a bit. Dragging it out and then slamming it back down is so euphoric, I can’t stop watching Blanche take me down.

“I’m about to cum down that beautiful throat, Red, and you're gonna swallow it all. I don’t want you to miss a drop of it. Do you hear me?”

Her eyes get comically big, but she nods her head. Fuck, this woman is perfect for me. As I’m fucking her throat even harder than before, my cock swells and I empty my load down her throat while I throw back my head and let out an animalistic roar.

I’ve never orgasmed so hard. I watch Blanche take every bit of cum that I gave her. None of it even drips out of her mouth.

“God, that is the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

With a satisfied smile on my face, I pulled my softening cock out of her mouth and a line of slobber comes with it. Tucking myself back into my pants, I turn around to her standing up and pulling up her shorts.

“Damn, Red.” I sigh out between ragged breaths. Stroking her throat, I grasp her jaw pinning her with my eyes. She’s flushed, her lips are swollen, and her hair matted. And she’s never looked sexier.

Stroking her jaw, I lean into her brushing my lips over hers.

“My sweet Little Red...just so we’re clear…you’re mine, forever.”

A loud crash comes from behind the cabin.

“What the fuck was that?”

The hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up. Walking into the living room, I move to the painting above the mantel and open the safe. Grabbing my gun out, I check to make sure it's loaded. Walking over to the windows, I try to look out without giving away my position. I can see a man standing on the porch. Looking past him, I see shadows lurking around the property.

I know that these are Old Lady Marelle’s men. Turning towards Blanche, I can see that she has turned pale as a ghost and her breathing is becoming erratic.

Fuck, I can’t have her having a panic attack right now. I move to where she’s standing and grab her chin.

“Red, look at me. Red, take a breath and go lock yourself in the bathroom until I come to get you.”

The sound of my voice and touch seems to bring her out of her daze. She nods at me still not using her voice. I hand her a knife.

“You shouldn’t need this, but just in case someone that isn’t me gets through this door.”

Blanche grabs the knife from me and takes a deep breath and stutters, “O-ok.”

She heads to the bathroom as I instructed, closing the door. I then hear the lock latch.

I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding and silently move towards the kitchen peering through the blinds. I see more shadows that seem out of place among the trees. They have the house surrounded. Then I hear the knock on the door.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door with my gun hidden behind it.One of Nicholas’ men is standing there. He doesn’t seem to recognize me. He must be a lower-ranking member, probably someone who’s just canvassing the area looking for Blanche.

The man looks at me and asks, “Is this your cabin?”

“Yes.”

“Have you seen a young woman around here?”

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