Page 46 of Lillian

Well we were in bed…

Lincoln

Great fucking start.

Me

I was on my hands and knees.

Lincoln

mmhmm…

Me

You were behind me.

Lincoln

With a great fucking view.

Me

And you slapped my ass and pulled my hair while you called me yours.

Lincoln

You are mine.

Me

Then, we switched positions, and I rode you and called you mine.

Lincoln

I am yours.

All yours. Only yours.

Me

It was a great dream.

Lincoln

I can make that happen tomorrow, baby.

Me

Promises, promises.

Lincoln

One more day.

“Don’t forget your stuffy!” I call to Grace from my room. We’re both finishing last minute packing. I packed most of her stuff into my own bag, but she insisted she was old enough to pack her own, so she’s got a small backpack she’s bringing. I took a peek while she went to the bathroom, and it’s ninety percent toys.

Poor Lincoln.

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