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"Are you ready, my sweet Little?" Rusty asked, his voice gentle yet laced with desire.

"Y-yes, Daddy," Janice whispered, her heart pounding as she braced herself for the exquisite pleasure that awaited them both.

Rusty held the tip of his engorged cock at the entrance to her sex, and she felt a rush of moisture down there. She moved herhips back slightly, trying to pull Rusty inside her, but her made her wait.

“We only begin when Daddy’s ready,” he told her, staying put, teasing her, until she could take it no more.

Finally, with a slow, deliberate thrust, Rusty entered her, enveloping her in a wave of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her entirely. He moved carefully, attuned to her body and its responses, his strokes deliberate and measured as he guided her toward ecstasy.

"Fuck, Janice. You feel so damn good," Rusty murmured between kisses, each word punctuated by the rhythm of their bodies moving together.

As the pressure mounted within her, Janice marveled at the beauty of their union, grateful for the chance to share such an intimate moment with the man who held her heart.

"Rusty . . . I'm going . . . to come," she gasped, her body trembling on the edge of release.

"Come for me, my forever girl," Rusty encouraged, his own breathing ragged as they moved in tandem.

As the pleasure overwhelmed her, Janice let out a cry, her body arching into Rusty's as waves of ecstasy coursed through her. Moments later, Rusty followed her over the edge, his seed filling her as he claimed her as his own. Their hearts raced, pounding in unison as they reveled in the afterglow of their passion.

"Janice, you've always been my one true love, even when we were apart," Rusty whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “The only one for me.”

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, a mixture of joy and relief, as she felt the misery and loneliness of the past ten years begin to lift. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

As their breathing slowed and they basked in the warmth of their shared experience, Rusty wrapped his strong arms around Janice, holding her close to his chest. "Remember, my sweet girl, we share a love built on trust and understanding," Rusty murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. "You are safe here with me, always. I will never leave you."

Janice snuggled into Rusty's embrace, feeling loved and protected in the safety of his arms. As they lay there, hearts beating in sync, she knew that Rusty meant it. Her trust in him was back completely, and it felt like heaven.

The morning sun spilled through the cabin window, casting warm beams of light that danced across Janice's face. She stirred, slowly opening her eyes to take in the sight of Rusty's strong, sleeping form beside her. A smile tugged at her lips as she remembered their night of passion and love, her heart swelling with happiness.

"Morning, Daddy," she whispered, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Rusty's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled at her, his voice thick with sleep. "Good morning, princess."

Janice giggled, snuggling closer to him.

"Hey, I have an idea," Rusty said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "How about we go for a ride today? Just you, me, and the open range. We could go beyond the ranch a little way. Take supplies. Camp overnight if you feel like it. What do you think?"

Janice's eyes lit up at the suggestion, excitement coursing through her veins. "I'd love that, Daddy!" she exclaimed, herthoughts already racing with visions of galloping horses and wide-open spaces. “But only if we can make S’mores!”

"Of course we can,” Rusty chuckled, giving her a playful swat on her behind as he climbed out of bed.

As Janice pulled on her clothes, she couldn't help but marvel at the transformation she felt within herself—from a woman weighed down by self-doubt and insecurity to one who now stood tall, confident in the knowledge that she was loved and valued just as she was.

"Ready?" Rusty asked, extending his hand to help her up.

"More than ready," Janice replied, taking his hand and allowing him to pull her close. "Let's go make some memories."

“Better take the camera, huh?”

“Most definitely.”

With that, they started to pack their bags, hearts full of love and anticipation, eager to embrace the adventure that lay ahead.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Janice

Janice stood in thebright sunlight, her heart racing. Her eyes flitted back and forth between the scissors in one hand and the blue stuffie clutched tightly in the other.

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