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“You’re not fine,” I say. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

“You can’t protect me forever,” she says.

“I can try.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Dolly.”

“Oscar.”

“Don’t be such a brat,” I say. She’s so fucking mouthy. All I’m trying to do is give her a massage.

But she smiles up at me, and she smirks.

“What are you going to do to stop me?”

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Dolly

I am aware that I am playing with fire.

Like, I totally get it.

I’m playing a very violent, very dangerous game that could end in me getting spanked or killed or locked away forever, but I’m not actually scared of Oscar even though I should be. What I want from him is time and attention and his body. He makes me feel so fucking good that I can’t stand it.

And when I mouth off to him yet again, and he tosses the lotion to the floor, I know that it’s time to pay the dick piper.

It’s time for us to take this to the next level.

He kisses me hard and fast and deep.

“Oscar.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dolly.”

He kisses me again, and this time, I wrap my legs around him. I pull him closer to myself, and I lose everything I’ve been holding onto. I let it all go. I just focus on him.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says.

“Please.”

“What are you asking for, Dolly?”

“Everything,” I say.

Him.

Us.

All of it.

He seems to know what I want without me really making it clear. Oscar slides down between my legs, pushes my knees apart, and starts eating my pussy like he’s been starving for it.

Holy.

Shit.

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