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“I can understand that,” nodded Dan. “I watched Ace and Alexandra both struggle with it for years. We all knew they were experiencing emotions, but were expressing it or not expressing it, in the way that was comfortable for them.”

Finley took a seat on the sofa, sitting cross-legged, pulling a big pillow over her lap. The fire was enough to keep the room warm. Dan was in his boxers and a t-shirt, facing her in the same pose.

“When I was five, my paternal grandfather died. I didn’t know any of my other grandparents, but I knew him. Not well, obviously. I mean, I was a little girl. But I remember him being kind and always giving me sweet treats when he came to visit. My parents took me to the funeral, which seems unusual since I was just a child.”

“That does seem unusual,” frowned Dan.

“Anyway, my mother was angry at me because I wouldn’t cry. I didn’t understand why I needed to cry. He’d been sick, and he knew he was dying, he told me. He said not to be sad because he was going to a better place. So, I wasn’t sad.

“Later, when I was an adult, I remembered why they were so angry that I didn’t cry. There were reporters and cameras there. My mother was doing this pathetic sniffing into a tissue, and my father wore dark glasses. I found newspaper articles about the sad death of Aaron Xavier. There were my parents, portraying the grieving children, and I was tucked behind them. I was walking alone with no expression whatsoever.”

Dan frowned at her, seeing the picture of the little girl in his mind. All by herself, standing bravely alone with no one to explain what was happening.

“I’m not sure anyone even knew who I was. We went back to the house, and I was sent upstairs with the nanny. I ate up there, I slept up there, all while my parents enjoyed their royal procession of mourners.”

“Come here,” said Dan, pulling her toward him. He held her against his chest, laying back on the sofa, kissing the top of her head. “No one will ever force you to do anything again. No one will ever make you feel bad for not showing the feelings they expect you to have. You are free to express, or not express, anything you like. On one condition.”

Finley rested her chin on her hands, looking up at his beautiful eyes.

“What’s that?”

“Just tell me you love me once a day.”

“Just once a day? That doesn’t seem like nearly enough,” she grinned. Dan laughed, kissing her, rolling to his side to curl her body against him.

“You have more feelings than you let on. I would welcome more than once a day.” They were both quiet for a moment, enjoying the warmth of one another.

“I do, you know.”

“What’s that, baby?” he asked.

“Love you. I wasn’t sure at first. But I know now that what I’m feeling for you is definitely love. I asked myself what it would feel like if I had to leave this place, and I didn’t like the image I got. I felt pain and sadness beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.”

“Oh, baby, I love you, too.” Dan gripped the back of her neck, kissing her passionately, with conviction and assuredness. Her tiny legs rubbed his own up and down like a praying mantis. Gripping her ass cheeks, he stood, wrapping her legs around him, and walked upstairs to the loft bedroom.

Laying her on the bed, he removed his shirt and boxers, exposing himself to her once again. Without prompting, Finley removed the nightgown, laying naked for him.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned.

“So are you.”

Opening her legs wide, using his fingers, he readied her for what was to come next. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, but she was still very tight for him.

“A little at a time, Fin. Just tell me if I’m hurting you, baby.” She nodded, pushing herself up on her elbows to see. She wanted to watch his fat head make its way inside her.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

“It sure as fuck is,” he groaned. “Look, baby, look at how wet you are, how slick you’re making me.” Finley only nodded, then lay back, opening wider for him.

“It stings,” she whispered.

“I can stop,” he said, holding himself in place. If he stopped, he’d likely die of blue balls, but he would stop.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I know it will go away. Keep going. I want to feel all of you inside me.”

Dan pulled back, deciding the best way to do this was all at once. He drove forward, his entire cock buried in her tiny body. Finley gasped, arching her body toward him.

“Don’t move, baby. Just let me sit here a minute. Let your body get used to mine,” he whispered in her ear, trailing kisses down her neck, to her lips, and then down the other side. Finley lay her hand on her stomach, letting it slide downward, touching the base of his cock and then back up.

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