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“I’m going to screw your brains out.” She starts rotating her hips. “Would you like that, Daddy?”

“I’d love it.” I gulp down hard.

“Good, because I wasn’t giving you a choice.” It’s the last sultry whisper I hear before she lifts her ass and drops herself back down onto my cock.

Eva has to lean in close to keep my hands above my head, and it gives me a perfect view of her tits. So close I can practicallyfeel her pointy nipples tickling my chin. I start with a kiss, but it quickly turns into licks and nibbles.

I’m like a fucking feral animal. I can’t get enough of her tits. Her pussy. Eva, in general. She’s taken over my mind, turned me into her personal soldier, and the way she bounces on my dick is the only payment I’ll ever need.

I stare at her face from below and watch as every bounce makes her eyes roll further into her skull. The sound of hot, sweaty meat and her delicate, choked moans are like music to my ears. It’s perfect. Fucking perfect.

I never want this moment to end. If I could, I’d lock us right here forever. Her parted lips, screaming my name. Her tight pussy, devouring every inch my manhood has to offer. My heart smashing into my rib cage, threatening to break free.

The feeling of my balls starting to tighten is the first sign the end is near. I can’t stop myself from the intense building eruption. Just a little longer while I flick her nipple with my tongue. As her soaking wet walls crush my aching length.

My body betrays my wishes.

“Eva, I’m?—”

“Yes, Daddy. Do it,” she cuts me off. “Fill your Princess with your seed.”

I rattle uncontrollably at the sensation of the first bead leaking out the tip of my cock. But then comes the waterfall. I can’t hold back, and rope after hot, sticky rope shoots into her womb.

We roar and moan, thrashing about the tiny space of the driver’s seat. She crumbles on top of me, and I throw my arms aroundher tiny body, trying to latch onto anything to brace against the explosion happening inside her.

When it’s done, and I’m a huffing, spent mess of tangled limbs and on the brink of collapse, Eva doesn’t move. She remains planted on top of me, one hand resting delicately on my chest while the other cups my cheek.

We stay here for hours, cuddling under a broken street lamp until birds start chirping to welcome a new day.

And I lie here, stroking the side of Eva’s head, breathing deep lungfuls of her vanilla essence. For the first time in years, my mind is clear. Calm.

Happy.

EPILOGUE

EVA

Ten Days Later

“We’re so proud of you, Eva. This is such an enormous accomplishment,” Mother says, pulling me into one of her tight hugs.

“Family hug,” Father yells, throwing his arms around me and mother.

“It’s only two years,” I say as the hug breaks. “I’ll be back in no time.”

I’m trying to approach this from a position of strength. I don’t want a sad goodbye that’ll leave me depressed during my whole flight to London. I want to go with the warmth and excitement of this crazy opportunity.

“But it’s going to be the longest we’ve been apart,” Father sighs. Even he’s starting to show signs of emotional turmoil.

The intercom announces boarding for my flight, and my heart sinks into my belly. Mother and Father have been at my sidethe entire time, and while I appreciate their company, I’d been hoping for Arthur to come around.

But why would he spoil my last goodbye to my folks, even if he knew it would make me the happiest girl on the planet?

Even now, while we shuffle through the airport terminal, where I’m saying goodbye to America, I still cling to hope. A single glimpse of him hiding in plain sight would be enough. One last look.

It doesn’t come. Tears instantly rush to my eyes as I wave at my parents and disappear down the long corridor leading to my airplane. I wipe them away viciously and climb the steps into the cabin.

And as I shuffle down the row to my chair, I get my final wish. A look at Arthur Hancock’s handsome face. His ridiculous size, towering over anything around him, holding a tiny in-flight magazine in his enormous fingers.

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