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This. This…Every motion of his hips between my thighs is for both of us, choreographed to rub all the sensitive spots inside and out. Meticulous.

Consistent.

“Do you like Daddy’s fat cock inside you?” He fucks like a billionaire manages his business, with control, with concentration, with passion.

I’m in a blissful haze of sensation. “Yes.”

Before too long, I am spasming around his cock as he squeezes through the grip of my pussy and draws out again at the perfect pace. As I come, my thighs are coils of muscles, my abdomen is locked, pleasure riding my racing blood to every inch of my body.

“Christ, your pussy has a mind of its own!”

And I feel his hot cum jet into me, hear grunts punch from his throat.

He finishes and drops his forehead into the crook of my neck. Hot breath fans my hair.

“Full of my cum, Baby Girl. Do you like it? Now we sleep like this. With you crushed beneath me. Safe. Keeping my cock warm. And when I grow inside you, I will use your pussy to finish again. Do you consent to Daddy using your body all night long? Even while you’re asleep?”

I close my eyes. Exhausted. “Yes, Daddy.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Tyler: Donnie!

Donnie: I know what you're thinking. Don't do it.

Tyler: He's had her toooo long. We have had her all to ourselves! I thought I'd be okay... I'm not.

Donnie: She wanted this. It is only one night.

Tyler: But she might need me. I'm not okay. I'm losing it. She'll be fine. She's happy, right? She wants this, right? Donnie?

Tyler: Donnie!

Donnie: Jerk off.

Tyler: I have! I can't come!

Donnie: Fucksake.

Tyler: I'm in. I'm gonna! Grr.

Donnie: Give the Pup her playtime.

Tyler: He's gonna get her pregnant!

Donnie: We have nearly the same DNA, Ty. We're identical. We have twice as much chance of getting her pregnant. As long as you and I fuck the Pup every chance we get, then we are both the father. You understand that, right? Paternity tests can’t find the difference in our DNA.

Tyler: I'm gonna kidnap her for us then.

Donnie: Tyler. Stop. Big breath. Put the phone down. Wrap one hand around your cock and the other around your throat and choke both until you either come or pass out. It'll be okay, Ty.

Tyler: Okay, Donnie.

CHAPTER SIX

DONNIE

I suck my cigarette. Tobacco mixes with my morning coffee. The ember chews a path towards my lips under the strength of my inhale. An anxious, fast piano ballad comes from inside the house as I watch Molly dash through the sprinklers carefree. When Tyler is in a state, he plays and has the clarity to stay away from our daughter.

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