Page 43 of Savage Obsession

“What do I need to do? To stop you? To convince you she’s better with me?”

“Nothing,” I protest. “It’s not like that.” Except, maybe it is.

“You’re a stranger to her,” Julia points out. “You couldn’t even pick her out on those tapes. She doesn’t know you.”

“I’m her father.”

“Absentee father,” she states. “She loves me. She needs me.”

So much that she set off, alone, to cross Christ knows how many borders, to get to me?

I keep that unwelcome truth to myself for now and concentrate on the more pressing objective, that of finding Lily. “Let’s put all this to one side until she’s safe. Anything else is a distraction, and we can’t afford those. Agreed?”

She hesitates, then gives a reluctant nod. “Okay, for now. But I won’t give her up. Ever.”

We’ll see.

“We’re both tired. Let’s get some sleep.” I stand to pull back the duvet.

“We’re sharing the bed, then?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“You could take the couch,” she suggests, without much conviction that I can discern.

“Is that what you want, Julia?” I cup her chin in my hand to tip her gaze towards mine.

“I’m used to sleeping alone, no matter what you might think. About Gerek, I mean.”

I prefer not to think about that lowlife at all, and I absolutely refuse to drag his memory around with us. “Forget him. I have.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but I put a stop to that by simply covering her lips with mine. She stiffens, briefly, then surrenders to the kiss. Her lips part, and I swallow her startled gasp.

I ease her back onto the mattress, never breaking the kiss until we’re lying side by side. My hands frame her jaw, my fingers caressing her still-damp cheeks. My cock springs to attention, nudging her thigh as I manoeuvre one leg between hers.

My arousal doesn’t escape her notice. She reaches for my erection and wraps her small fist around it through my boxers. “I always liked your cock,” she whispers.

My mouth curls into a smile in the crook of her neck. “That’s good to know.”

“You used to love it when I… used my mouth.”

“Christ, yes,” I groan.

She scrambles out from under me and gets to her knees. “I want to. Again. Like before.”

For old times’ sake? This seems like dangerous ground, but I’m too fucking horny to think with anything but my rampant dick. I roll onto my back. “Feel free. But lose your clothes first.”

She wastes no time in shedding her loose blouse, followed by her bra.

I take a moment to appreciate her bared breasts, still as pert and pretty as I remember. My fingers itch to touch, but this is her show, and I let her get on with it.

Her jeans and underwear soon follow, and she moves to kneel between my thighs. Her delicate fingers wrap around the waistband of my boxers, and she draws them down my legs.

I lift first my left, then my right leg to kick them off, then I settle back against the pillows and link my fingers behind my head.

Julia takes my cock between both her palms and massages it from base to tip. It feels beyond good, and I stifle another groan.

Julia allows herself a self-satisfied smirk before lowering her head take my dick into her mouth. Hesitant at first, she takes a little time to explore. To taste, to rediscover.

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