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I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed before slapping the right cheek.The flicker of pleasure that crossed her face had me doing the same to the other side.

“Only Daddy fucks this pussy.”

My twisted taunting sent her shouting out my name as her cunt began to throb and pulse.I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it back, then bit the curve of her neck as my own release burst out of me.I pumped my hips as my cum marked her as thoroughly as my teeth did.

When we both came down from the sheer rapture our fucking seemed to always take us to, I wrapped my arms around her and held her against my chest.

Never had I felt like this.It was unique, addictive, intoxicating, and I knew there wouldn’t be a day in this life I wouldn’t want this woman.Not just for the scorching hot sex we had, but also for the way she gave me a reason to enjoy life.She opened my eyes to the things I’d been overlooking.Taking for granted.Everyone needed a foundation, a center, something in life to hold them when the rest of the world took off in a million directions.

Fawn was that for me.I’d already lived almost fifty years without her.I wasn’t going to waste the rest of what I had left.

“I love you,” I said, realizing that I had never once spoken those words.Not to my past wives.Not even to my own sons.The guilt from that shocked me.It had taken this woman to teach me to accept that emotion.

She leaned back until her eyes found me.I watched as she searched my face with disbelief.

“You do?”she whispered.

I cupped her chin in my hand.“I love you.I adore you.I need you.I never want to be without you.”

Her eyes began to fill with tears, and she let out a shaky laugh.“I love you too,” she said softly.Then laughed again.“I thought I couldn’t love anyone but Gypsi.I thought I was broken in that way.But … but I love you.You found a way to remove the pain from my past and opened my heart up.”

Hearing her tell me she loved me and admitting she’d never loved another man had me wanting to pound on my fucking chest.However, what pain was she talking about from her past?The darkness that had flashed in her eyes when she said it triggered something in my chest.What was in my girl’s past?And who the fuck did I need to kill?

Thirty-Four

Fawn

Twenty Years Ago

The double-wide trailer was quiet when I stepped inside.That wasn’t normal.It was after four, and by now, Dave, Matt, and Tilly—the other kids that Billy and Carla Day fostered.Not that they did a good job at it.We were a monthly paycheck to them.Nothing more.But we knew to be thankful to have a roof over our heads.Kids our age weren’t what couples were looking to adopt.

I had been in the system for three years now.

My grandmother had raised me, and when she passed, there was no one else.My mother—her daughter—had overdosed on prescription drugs that she mixed with heroin and shot up her arm before I was six months old.Granny always told me that my mom had suffered from postpartum depression, but I knew the truth.She’d been an addict.The only reason I had been born a healthy baby was because Granny had kept her daughter clean and under her roof throughout the pregnancy.Once I was born, my mom had been free to live life again, only to turn right back to drugs.

I didn’t dwell on that though.Granny had been a good caregiver.We hadn’t had much, and she wasn’t always active in my life, but she took care of things.She was also old and tired.Raising me had been a lot to take on for her.

Besides, compared to the other kids in foster care, I’d had a great life.They’d all spent most of their lives bouncing around from home to home.I was the oldest, but they weren’t much younger.Dave was fourteen, Matt thirteen, and Tilly was ten.

I closed the door to the trailer and listened for any sound that someone else was home.Nothing.It was odd, and I considered going back outside to go look for the younger kids.They rode the school bus, unlike me, since their schools were farther away.I had to walk the three miles home, so they always beat me here.

Footsteps caught my attention, and I turned toward the sound as Billy came from the hallway.He gave me a creepy smile that he’d been doing since the day I had been placed here almost a year ago.I tried to keep my distance and never be alone with him.The cigarette hanging between his yellow teeth almost fell out before he could grab it.I cringed.

“’Bout time you got here,” he snapped.“Ain’t got no time for you staying out later than necessary.Spreading them pretty legs for a dick already?”

I swallowed and backed up a step as he walked in my direction.I shook my head.“No.This is the same time I get here every day.Where is everyone?”

He stalked toward me, his greasy hair slicked back and a determined look on his face.“Got tired of all the mouths to feed.Don’t need the money the state gives us for all them damn kids.Not when I got a moneymaker like you,” he said, and an evil chuckle followed.

He wanted me to get a job?I wasn’t sure I could get anything to pay me as much as they got for keeping the other kids from the state.

I backed up again, but he reached out and grabbed my arm forcefully.

“Stop trying to escape.You owe us.We gave your ass a place to live.Let you have your freedom.All because we knew this day was coming.The day those tits of yours developed.All we needed to go with that pretty face of yours was a body.Now, we got it, and there are men lined up, willing to pay me real good for a tight young cunt.”

Bile rose up in my throat as the panic that had started to stir in me escalated to a full-blown attack.I fought against his grip on me.

“NO!Let me GO!”I shouted.

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