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“That’s Daddy’s juice,” he tells me, sucking it off my fingers. My eyes widen and I nod, biting my bottom lip. My pussy drips down my thighs. Oh God, I watch as he pumps his dick in his fist. “On your knees.” I drop to my knees in front of him. “Suck Daddy’s dick,” he growls. I lick the bead of cum off of the head before sucking him deeper into my mouth. He’s so big, I can’t get all of him in my mouth. I get into a rhythm that I’m enjoying so much, I push two fingers inside of me and pump them in time with my sucks. “Good girl. I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna swallow all of it,” he says, pulling my head deeper onto him until I gag a little. “That’s it, gag for Daddy. Look at your snotty bratty girl face. Can’t handle some dick.” He’s suffocating me, pulling my face further into his waist, fucking my face and I love it.

“Mmmm,” I moan around him and then he comes furiously. I swallow all of his seed that I can, but some of it leaks out.

“Good girl. On the bed,” he says. “On your side.” I lay on the foot of the bed with my ass pointed to him. He leans down and kisses me before slamming into my pussy. It’s different, deeper this way. He uses my hip as leverage as he pistons into me over and over.

“Oh shit,” I cry.

“That’s not proper language for a little girl,” he growls and slaps my ass, harder than he ever has before. I feel him get harder inside of me as he continues to pound me. “Take Daddy’s dick and come all over it. Give Daddy his juice.”

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I come harder than I ever have before. My legs are shaking like I ran a marathon.

“So good,” I murmur. I don’t know what it is about taking his dick. It’s like a sleeping pill, but in the best way. I am just too tired to function after. I can’t keep my eyes open. I can feel him pick me up, but don’t open my eyes.

“Let’s get you tucked in baby,” he says and I feel the covers fall over my still sensitive skin and drift off.

Chapter Ten

AXEL

One Week Later

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Like everyone in the room, I clap as the Colonel and Kimbella kiss for the first time. My gaze flicks over to Saf and I note how her sweet face is red and blotchy as she laughs and cries for her best friend.

The last few days have been a non-stop rigorous drawn-out test of my patience. They found the cartel leaders and most of the soldiers, trying to cross into the U.S. They also found a few boats, stockpiled with weapons and drugs. We haven’t gotten the entire organization, yet, but it is now safe for the girls to return to normal and that is also the problem. I haven’t slept since I got the call that the threat has been diminished. Every night I fuck her like my life depends on it because it does. There is nothing keeping her in my bed every night any longer. All my whispered I Love You’s and her words back to me. Our nights spent cooking together, watching The Real Housewives of who the fuck knows. All those moments mean nothing if she is still free to walk away. I need my son in her womb and my ring on her finger.

Three days ago, I found her ring. I was jogging like I do every morning when I passed the Jared store. This rare pink cushion cut diamond caught my eye and I knew it was meant to be. I walked into the store, bought it, and took it right to my guy at the tech shop to have it chipped. He should be done within a day or two. “You ok, crybaby?” I tease her, kissing her cheek. She smacks my chest and laughs.

“I’m not a crybaby, asshole. Weddings make me emotional...ok?” She is such a cry baby.

“Whatever you say, baby girl.” She snuggles under my arms as I wrap around her body and inhale her perfume. Jesus. Having her in my arms calms me like nothing ever has. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my brother and his ‘Hannah.’

“Are you going to say hi to your brother, babe?” she asks me. I watch as he goes to walk past me, but she stops in front of Saffron.

“Hi. We haven’t met. I’m Hannah.” She introduces herself to Saf. I blanch when she sticks her hand out, still unsure of what to make of her, but I know my girl is not rude and would be pissed if I asked her to be right now.


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