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Finally, I uncurl my body enough to look at him, mostly out of curiosity. He sounds concerned about me. As a friend, maybe? We’re broken up, aren’t we? Maybe he’s just being kind. Out of guilt for breaking up with me after such an intimate moment.
Those thoughts are derailed when I see the stark devastation on his face.
He can barely hold the phone, his hand is shaking so hard.
“There you are, baby,” he heaves, nearly dropping the phone when I make eye contact. “No.No.Your lip is bleeding?” His face transforms with fury as he looks at my parents, his lips peeling back from his teeth. “That wasn’t your mouth to bruise.”
“Whoareyou?” asks my stepmother, who still cowers against the side of the house.
“I’m the one who’s going to make you pay for hurting her.No onetouches my girl. I don’t give a fuck who you are.” AmI hearing him correctly? Is he implying we’re still together? I don’t have a chance to ask, because his anger is now focused on my father. “You stood there and let this woman terrorize your daughter? What kind of man are you?” He holds up a hand when my father begins to stammer an excuse. “Save it, you coward.” He leans down to kiss my forehead, his next words for my ears alone. “She has a real Daddy to take care of her now, doesn’t she? Yes. Are you hurt anywhere else, Fairy Tale?”
I shake my head, sending scalding tears down my cheeks.
Did he really call me his Fairy Tale?
“Thank God,” he says, voice raw, temporarily setting down the phone to pick me up off the ground and cradle me in his arms, his heat permeating the icy chill in my bones immediately. So much that I almost lose consciousness, in the best way, because I’m safe. “How could you think I was breaking up with you?” he says, his expression one of pure disbelief. “When I said I love you, I meant forever. This isforever.”
My heart floods with relief and love. Love so permanent, the world ending couldn’t cease its existence. He didn’t break up with me. I must have been so braced for it, I misunderstood. “I won’t ever doubt you again,” I whisper.
“Good. That’s good, Marlow. We’re leaving this place tonight. I never would have let you spend a second here if I’d known what you were going through.Never.”
A voice greets him on the phone line and he snaps out the address, all while pinning my father and stepmother with a violent look. One that dares them to flee.
“Yes,” Eric finishes, after giving the police a rundown of the night’s events. “They’ve been keeping her locked in the attic.” His voice breaks on the last word and he has to gather himself with deep breaths. “You can come get a statement from her at my house. She isn’t staying here another minute.”
After relaying his address, he hangs up the phone, rises to his full height with me in his perfect arms, and carries me straight out of the front yard.
My hero.
I couldn’t have drawn him any better.
Eric
Several painful hours later, I’m exactly where I need to be.
In bed, inside my Fairy Tale.
We’ve given a statement to the police and explained everything to my mother, who welcomed Marlow into our home with open arms, although I laughed out loud when she suggested Marlow move into the guest room. That was definitely not happening. I’ll be surprised if I ever let her out of my sight again.
She’s lying naked on top of me, slowly riding up and down my throbbing cock and trying to keep her moans quiet. I’m still trying to come down from my adrenaline-fueled anger, and goddamn, her tight writhes are helping untie the knots at the back of my neck. The horror still lodged in my throat over what I saw. How she ran from me, thinking the worst. She’s been fucking me for a good hour like this, and I swear to God, my beauty could go all night, her hips never tiring, her tongue never stopping its languorous licks of my neck and chest. Her mouth is off limits until that busted lip heals, though.
I make a clipped sound and squeeze my eyes closed at the memory of her curled in that ball, thinking she’d been abandoned by me, by the world. Or labeled something she isnot. My focus for the foreseeable future is going to be undoing all the damage her household did to her psyche, her self-esteem. Her heart.
I’ll help her heal if it’s the last thing I do.
“You’re holding your seed so well,” she murmurs against my mouth, sliding me out of her pussy, all the way to the tip, before slowly tucking me back in, forcing me to dig my heels into the mattress to combat the intense down low ripple. “I know you want to flip me over and fuck me so bad, don’t you, Daddy?”
“I’m going to be gentle with you for a while, Fairy Tale,” I gasp, because oh lord, she grinds down on my dick, flexing those tight inner walls. Spoiling me for anything else in this world. “I can’t look at that cut on your lip without wanting to die all over again.”
“It was a small price to pay for getting to be here with you now,” she whispers.
“You shouldn’t have had to payanyprice.” I delve my fingers into her loose, dark hair and hold her steady, making sure she’s looking at me. “There isn’t a single thing wrong about you, do you understand me? You have a big sexual appetite. That’s why you’ve got a big man who can handle it. Wholoveshandling it.” I lift my hips and smack her up and down, jostling her titties around. “You draw your pictures, dress however you want and suck my cock whenever you need a fix of my come. Keep Daddy hard and hungry, baby. I was built to take it. You really think any of that is a burden? I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive.”
“There’s…” Marlow swallows, leaning down to nuzzle her face in my chest hair. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Not a single damn thing.”
She kisses my lips softly, her green eyes brimming with affection, continuing to work that slick cunt up and down my pole. “I don’t think I can wait much longer for your sperm. I need some. Ineedsome.”
