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Wyatt leans down to suck my nipple into his mouth. A bolt of hot, almost-painful lust cracks through my center when he bites it, then soothes it with slow, lazy strokes of his tongue. I moan. He goes still.

“You gonna make me put my dick in your mouth to keep you quiet? Aw, yeah, Sunshine. Yes, you are. You can’t do as I say and keep quiet, then I’mma make you stay quiet.”

I don’t have time to think. Next thing I know, Wyatt is pulling out of me and kneeling between my legs, his cock in his hand.

“Get up,” he whispers.

I hesitate.

“Get up, Sally. Face me and get on all fours. I ain’t playin’.”

Ireallylike it when he bosses me around. I do as he said, rolling over and pushing up so that I’m on my hands and knees, facing him. Leaning my weight on my left hand, I reach for him with my right.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so I can see his nostrils flare as I wrap my hand around his dick and give it a slow, firm tug. Just how he taught me.

“Say it again. Call me that again.” He pumps his hips into my grip.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he pants. “That’s a good girl. Now put me in your mouth. You know how to do it, Sunshine. Show me what you learned.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, he runs his hand down the length of my spine. His fingers slip between my ass cheeks and find my pussy.

He shoves his dick inside my mouth at the same moment he shoves his fingers inside me. I gag, my body jerking, but he doesn’t let up. Now he’s circling those fingers over my clit. He’s pumping into my mouth.

“You look so beautiful with my dick shoved down your throat,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful.”

Oh God, I’m in agony.

I want to come so badly—I am so,soaroused—it literally hurts.

He grabs my hair and pulls it. Grabs my breast and plucks at my nipple.

Icome. His cock is still in my mouth, muffling the sound of my cry as the shock wave hits.

“Never again,” he grunts as he comes in my mouth a second later. “I’m never letting you sleep in any bed but mine again.”

CHAPTER 27

Wyatt

THESE HAPPY GOLDEN YEARS

“Wait,wait. Did you just say you’reroastingachicken?” Sally stares at me in disbelief from the threshold. She’s still in her jacket and boots, and she’s carrying a brown paper bag in her hand.

“I cook now, remember?” Smiling, I drop down to a squat and peer inside the oven. “Smells fuckin’ good.”

“Smells amazing. But you know Mom is?—”

“Making dinner at the New House. I know. But I wanted you to myself tonight, so thought I’d do something here.”

Sally blinks. Her face is flushed from the cold. “I love this idea.”

“Thought you might. Go get comfortable.” I nod in the direction of our bedroom. Yes, now that Sally’s shit is in my drawers and she has a favorite side of the bed, it’sourroom. Not quite sure how to break it to her, but we’ll get there. “I’ll open the wine. I think there’s a new episode ofForensic Filesout.”

She smiles. My heart leaps. My sweet girl has a bit of an obsession with gruesome true-crime shows, and I love getting to watch them with her every night.

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