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“Maybe I'll have you call me daddy, too. Have the whole house calling me that. Try it.” She moans but doesn't say a word. I lift my hard off the rest and smack the side of her ass and thigh.

“I'll give you spankings until you do,” I growl, and smack her there again.

“Daddy!” she shouts, her head falling back. “Daddy!” she cries again. Her hips are moving faster now.

“Fuck. I thought I might have to tie your ass up. I could climb onto you over and over every time I got hard.”

“Oh God,” she moans.

“Not God. Daddy will do just fine.”

“Please touch me,” I hear her mutter, so low I almost don’t catch it. I don't think she meant to say the words out loud, but her body has taken over, knowing what it wants.

I want to cum so fucking bad, but this is too fucking perfect.

“Look how horny you are for it. How your pussy is begging me to get you off. Are you a little cum whore, princess?”

Her pussy squeezes on me hard this time. Her body tenses as she screams out. I grip her hips, thrusting up into her as her orgasm hits. Her pulses suck my cum from me, and I grunt as I pull her toward me. I want her as close as possible as the orgasm rolls through us. Her head rests on my shoulder and I feel her teethagainst my skin right before she bites me really fucking hard. But it only makes me cum more.

As her body slows and her muscles relax, she wiggles. My dick twitches with the last of my cum being pumped into her, and he’s still as hard as if I hadn’t fucked in years. The smell of sex fills the SUV.

I run my hands slowly up and down her hips.

“This running shit has got to stop. You've lost too much weight. But I guess it doesn't matter. The baby will put the weight back on you.”

She sits up to glare at me. Then something catches the corner of our eyes. I move fast, one hand going around her throat, the other over her mouth.

“Don't even think about it. I've seen that fucker out here before and he's always got his eyes on you. You don't want me to hurt anyone, do you?”

The man glances over at our SUV. The windows are so fogged I know he can't see shit. But I wait as he gets in his car and pulls off.

I let go of her mouth but keep my grip on her throat. “Good girl.” I take her mouth, but this time the kiss is slow and I savor her.

Just as I push my tongue inside, I hear a tap on the window.

Fuck.

I open my eyes to see red and blue lights flashing behind the SUV.

“Princess,” I grit as I slide her off my dick putting it back into my pants. “Put this on.” I hand her my hoodie. She scrambles to the other side of the seat, doing as I say.

Another tap hits the window, but I make sure she’s covered before I roll it down and see the sheriff standing there.

CHAPTERSEVEN

MARLEY

“Morning, Harrison,”Sheriff Colton says as he lowers his mirrored aviators and looks at the man behind the wheel and then at me.

“Morning, Sheriff,” he says, ignoring me.

I go to open my mouth, but Harrison looks over at me and stops me with a glare.

“Let’s talk outside,” the sheriff says and opens the driver's door.

“Stay here,” the man orders me as he takes the keys from the ignition.

I want to push out of the door and get the words past my lips, but they're stuck in my throat. He climbs out and closes his door behind him. I see the working handle on his side of the SUV and scoot closer to it.

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