Page 53 of The More the Merrier

He draws a moan of pain-filled pleasure from me. I’m so impossibly full, yet somehow not full enough. I want… no…needmore. And I beg him for it.

“Daddy, please. Don’t stop now. More. Gimme more, please.”

Finally his lips meet mine and my mouth opens for him, granting him access. I can taste myself and it only heightens my need.

As he fucks my mouth with his tongue, he spears me with his cock, owning every single inch of my body.

The feeling of being filled by this giant is beyond anything I could ever have imagined. It’s absolutely perfect, and the only thing that could make it even more so would be doing this with Cameron, too.

But we’ll have our time. Hopefully tomorrow after shopping and training.

My hands pull at their bindings, wanting to hold onto Johannes as he fucks me into the mattress. His large form covers me completely.

A hand sneaks in between our bodies, the gentlest of rubs at my clit pushing me over that edge for a third time. With my pussy tightening around him, I pull him with me.

He groans into my neck, the rough scratching of his beard just the sting I need to remind me that this isn’t a dream. This is my life now.

Cameron

Fucker.

This is not how I wanted today to go. Zanya is playing on the floor in my lounge in front of the crackling fire. She squeed with delight when I unpacked the new puzzles and hasn’t come up for air since. But now I have to burst her bubble. I send off a quick text to Johannes, informing him of the news I received. He responds almost instantly with just one word.

Fok.

Not very helpful, but incredibly accurate.

“Kitty Cat,” I call out to her. Even with the news I have to share with her, there is still a bubble of joy that pops up at the cute smile she sends my way.

“You wanna build a puzzle with me, Daddy?” she asks before she takes in my expression and her own falls to match my mood. “What’s wrong, Daddy?”

Patting the seat next to me, I invite her up. Without a moment's doubt, she hops up and curls into my arms.

“I have something to tell you, love, but it’s not going to be easy to hear.” The nerves in me are impossible to settle but I keep it under wraps for my Little girl.

She nods at me, encouraging me to go on with a nudge of her shoulder.

“I’ve been looking into your uncle. Andre and I both had some thoughts about how he’s managing your money.” She frowns at me and I place a soft kiss on her forehead, smoothing the wrinkles away. “Kitty Cat, I heard back from my contact.” I pause, trying to think of the best way to share this with her.

“Whatever it is, Daddy, it’ll be okay,” she says, her smile timid.

Knowing that my Little is doing her best to make me feel better instead of the other way around is exactly what I need to get it over with.

“I know, love. Your uncle has been stealing from you. Your parents really did leave you a trust that will only pay out at thirty, but that isn’t all they left you. They left you a large number of shares along with a stipend much larger than the one you’ve been receiving. He’s been skimming it, marking it as donations to Rainbow Haven and other places like it, but keeping it for himself instead.”

The room is quiet. Zanya’s face is carefully blank, but I can read her eyes. Filled with hurt and sorrow. I wrap my arms tightly around her, and as I settle her head against my chest, the first sob escapes.

Between deep breaths and a barrage of tears, I listen to her as she tells me how she always knew he didn’t like her, but she never doubted he’d look after her the way his brother wanted him to.

Once she’s all cried out, I hold her and rock her in my arms.

“How you doing, Kitty Cat?”

She pulls away, her eyes puffy and swollen from her crying spell. The determination in the set of her shoulders tells me she’s over the worst of it.

“How do we get it back?” she asks me, practically crawling onto my lap.

“Oh, you beautiful girl. As we speak, Andre’s best lawyers are working on it. Before the new year, your uncle will be locked up and your trust will be all yours.”

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