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My legs move without my consent and I’m on the floor before Theo in a flash, crowded in close between the V of his thighs, my hand still racing up and down to pleasure him, my grip tight, so tight, and so much of his pre-come has dripped down that each stroke is a wetfrop, the muscles of his thighs bunched to the extreme.

“Call me Daddy when you’re on your knees,” he rasps, beating his chest with a fist.

“Daddy,” I whisper, sticking out my tongue dutifully.

In a way that simply comes naturally.

A rattling shout is ripped from inside and his spurts paint me in thick stripes, landing across my tongue, forehead, cheeks, the consistency like rubber cement, but the taste salty and earthy and perfect. I know this because I draw it back into my mouth and savor the taste of him with a moan, my sex clenching unexpectedly, a ticklish tide invading lower and lower, the concentration of need so incredibly frustrating and beautiful, I can’t withstand it…and I’m…I’m having an orgasm.

Oh my God.

My body knows it before my mind.

My first climax.

I have it while looking up at Theo, his shaft giving off ropes of pent-up lust, his hips thrusting up and grinding at the air, like he can’t stand the pleasure. And when he realizes I’m also in the throes of pleasure, he gets this awestruck and possessive look in his eye that I instantly know will carry on as a core memory.

“Daddy,” I whimper, looking down at the floor where my panties drip with excess moisture and leave a small puddle. “Daddy?”

He bellows a curse up at the ceiling, a final spurt decorating my collarbone. A moment of rasping breath passes, his forearm coming up to swipe the sweat on his forehead and then I’m being scooped off the floor and thrown onto the couch with Theo looming above me, my skirt shoved up to my waist, panties being ripped down to my ankles and thrown across the room

“Theo…” I gasp, still coming down from an incredible height.

“You tasted my come, now I get to taste yours.” He presses my knees open and goes down on his stomach, grinding his face against my sex, abrading the sensitive flesh with his five o’clock shadow, the rough gusts of his breath making me hotter, hotter. “Goddamn, I can’t even see the hole. Where the fuck is it?” He maneuvers me side to side. “Oh my God, there she is.” He spits on me, there, his face a mask of possessiveness. “That’s my fucking property now. That’s Daddy’s fuck hole. Say it.”

“That’s Daddy’s fuck hole,” I sob, that wonderful strain building once again in my tummy, the need almost worse than before, because I know the glory that lies on the other side and I want it, I want it, I want it. “Make it stop!” I cry out.

Theo’s tongue snakes into the top of my slit and I have a flash of embarrassment, because surely I’m soaked and fragrant, but his groan of pure starvation upon tasting me robs me of self-doubt and now there’s nothing but light. Light at the end of the tunnel that gets closer the faster his tongue moves. “Right there, right there!”

Whose voice is that? Mine? I don’t know. How did the strands of his hair get wrapped around my fingers? I’m moaning and writhing, and I don’t know myself anymore and I love that. I’m free. I’m overcome by heightening pain that transforms into wet, shuddering, convulsive joy that tears a scream of his name from my throat.

I’m swallowed by the light.

I see his worshipful face above me.

And I slip into the deepest sleep of my life.

CHAPTERSIX

Theo

I needto force myself to leave July’s apartment.

That’s my last rational thought before hell finds me.

Everything is so soft.She’sso soft. So perfect and trusting in her sleep, her hand curled against my chest, as if we’ve slept like this a thousand times before. But my heart begins to pound wildly around three thirty in the morning and that’s when I get confused.

Am I asleep or awake?

My mouth begins to taste like dust, my eyes become crusted with grit.

Every time I let my guard down, I hear the spray of machine gun fire.

That must mean I’m awake, right? I feel the heat of the sun. It can’t be a dream.

Why is July in the prison with me? How did she get here?

I shield her in my embrace, protectively, scanning the room to find out which direction the threat is coming from. The shrapnel buried in my back begins to heat, cool, heat and…I need to get her down on the floor. We’re too exposed here on the bed.

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