“Tell me you love me,” Olivia gasps into my mouth. “In case we don’t make it in time. I need to hear you tell me you love me.” “I love you, little sister,” I reply, my words still a little unpracticed. “And I’ll tell you every single fucking day after this.” I pull back, watching her ride my cock while I sign, I love you now. I loved you yesterday. When we were kids. When we were teens. When you had me thrown in jail and when I found you again. I’ll love you tomorrow. Next month. Next year. When you’re mothering my child. And when we’re old and gray, I’ll love you even more, because I’ll have
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