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“Do you want me to fuck you and fill you up with my cum, baby?”
“You’re taking me so well. So fucking good.” His thumb lands on my clit. “But I need one more, Rory.”
“I can’t. No more.” “One more.” He smacks my tortured pussy, and it stings in the most wonderful way. “Don’t force me to make it two.”
“I want you to fuck my throat like you did my pussy.”
“Then get on the bed, Rory. Feet to the headboard, head hanging off.”
“Open wide and relax for me, baby. I want to see how good that throat feels.”
She runs a single finger through the mess I’ve made, gathering a bit of the evidence of what just happened, then brings it to her mouth, sucking her finger clean before grinning at me.
When I’m finished, she sighs gleefully, and I can just picture her kicking her feet, her hand over her chest.
Get up. Hands on the counter.”
“Hands on the counter, Rory. Keep them there.”
She tries to move, but I grip her hips before she can go far. “Did I say we were done?” Another whimper. “Please…I can’t…”
“Yes, Lawson.” “Lucas,” I tell her. “When I’m inside you, it’s Lucas.”
“Lawson…” I groan, rubbing at my temples. “Don’t scare me like that. I thought something was wrong.” “It is. Her little heart is breaking because she hasn’t seen you in two days. She misses her mom.”
“No, Lawson. I don’t hate you. I…don’t think I can hate you. Which is incredibly annoying, by the way.”
“So let me do this. You’re always so busy taking care of everyone else. Let me take care of you.”
“Then why’d you answer? You should be sleeping.” “Because you called.”
Just because I’m not a uterus-carrying member of society doesn’t mean I shouldn’t understand how it all works.
Looking at her in a pair of leggings and an old, ratty sweater I got her for her birthday many moons ago, you’d never guess her bank account is rocking multiple commas.
“You know, Rory, it’s okay…” I lift my head, looking over at her. “It’s not.” “Why not?” “Because…feelings!” She laughs. “Oh, little sis. You and your feelings.” “I hate them,” I bite out.
I—Daisy, no. No. Don’t pee on that kid!” “You have Daisy with you?” “That’s your question? Not why is she peeing on a kid?”
“Think you could be quiet enough so your employees wouldn’t hear you? Or do you care? You definitely didn’t when I had you on my cabin balcony.”
“Whose ass am I kicking?” I nod toward Walter. Lawson glances over at the old man, then looks back at me. “Uh, look, Rory, I love you a lot, but I’m not so sure I’m comfortable throwing hands with an old man. I’m Lawless, but not that Lawless.”
I’m not here to judge. I’m just here.”
