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“Look at me,” he said into the fog.

And then, suddenly something exploded in my throat, pouring boiling heat down into my belly, and I windmilled my hands in a panic, gagging, but there was simply no place for the cum to go except down my throat.

So down it went, me gulping each dirty depraved cup of his cum until it was all gone.

My jaw ached now, the tears drying into streaks on my cheeks.

My mouth tasted like salt and sweet.

But even still he didn’t let me go.

“You will keep my cock in your mouth until you are calm enough to be reasonable,” he said sternly.

Almost screaming in rage, the tears poured down my face, but he knelt above me on the bed, now beginning to stroke my hair.

“I’m a kind man,” he said, his eyes gleaming wickedly at me. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a week to. . .adjust. Nowshhand suck this cock.”

Begrudgingly, I sucked again, sucked till I was stuffed full of cum, till I could have sworn it was coming back up my throat, and I was quiet, my lips tightening weakly over his wet cock.

Only then did he release me.

“I’ll get you some soup.”

My eyes were bleary

“What do you even know about soup?”

He turned sideways, the heavy bulk of his body framed in the doorway, as I noticed the strength of each finger gripping the wood.

“Because I know things about you, sister. Ever since the first day I met you, I’ve learned something new. I know things about you thatyoudon’t even know. I know the way your toes taste at night. And I want to know more. Everything about you.”

Then he left me to my silent screams.

CHAPTER 8

Saul

That night, I was sitting next to my sleeping wife in the rocking chair. In a minute, I’d crawl in the small bed with her, but right now I wanted to just watch her and revel in my ownership.

Between my fingers, I rolled her birth control pills together, crumbling them in my fingers.

Vitamins were all my wife was going to get from here on.

Just as I was about to take off my shirt, Gracie flopped back and forth, then rolled out of bed and knelt beside it.

I could tell she was still asleep, because her eyes were closed, her head laying on the soft mattress, that long golden-brown hair spilling all over her shoulders.

“Oh great Eye,” Gracie said in her little sleepy voice. “Please give me the strength to resist this wicked temptation.”

What wicked temptation?

When no answer came from the Eye, Gracie tried again.

“I have—improper thoughts about my stepbrother. And he is a very horrible person.”

“What thoughts, Gracie?” I asked with a low grunt, getting out of my chair and going to my knees behind her.

She was wearing a sleep shirt, and it rode up behind her so I could see just the bottom of her plump ass.

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