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“Mason, what are you doing?” God, my voice sounded breathy. “I don’t know,” he admitted, finally releasing me. “But I recommend you stay away from me before things get even more out of hand.” I should’ve listened to him.
My cock went hard at the association. My butterfly wanted a daddy? She’d get one.
“I swear to god, butterfly, if you let another man touch my pussy, there will be hell to pay. For both you—and him.”
“When you crave something this desperately, anything you have to do to get it is easy.”
“Why would I keep eating McDonald’s, when there’s a five-star, gourmet meal, right within reach?”
“We need to stop.” He tsked. “I’m not stopping until you come on my fingers, butterfly. So you better come, if you don’t want anyone to see me fingering your filthy, sloppy pussy.”
“Worse. I’m hungover and I have a meeting I’m already fifteen minutes late to. And the C— he’ll be pissed. And my head hurts too much for one of his lectures.”
“Did you learn Disney for me?” I asked, shock making me forget my lust for a second. He kissed my forehead again, nuzzling my hair. “Butterfly, I’d learn how to pilot a rocket ship, if I thought it would make you happy.”
And you’ve seen the movie, right? I mean, I don’t think it’s as bad as you think it is. First,” she started counting reasons off on her fingers. “You two aren’t actually related. Second, you didn’t meet until you were practically adults, and you didn’t start fucking until you were adults-adults. Third, they did it in Clueless, and it seemed fine.”