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Aw, Sunshine, how could I not fall head over boots for you?
I got no choice when it comes to Sally Powell. If she’s unhappy, I’ll move heaven and earth to make her feel better.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” I manage. “Doing what on purpose?” He’s still smirking. “Making me blush.” “You’re pretty when you blush.”
“Lucky for you”—oh God, oh God, Wyatt is slipping a hand onto my face, using his palm to angle my mouth up toward his—“I’m tight with God, and I’ll have you saying his name often. Eventually though, I’d like you to say mine instead.”
“Look at you, telling me what you like. Good job, Sunshine. Let your body keep talkin’ to me, yeah?”
“How ’bout I show you how I’m gonna make you feel good? I’m doin’ it already, ain’t I? The rope on your tits?”
“Jesus fuck,” I bite out. “Soaked. What the fuck—why the fuck—how the fuck—Sally, fuck you for not tellin’ me. I gotta take care this for you, Sunshine.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sunshine? You’d suck my dick just like this, and you’d love it. I’d make you love it.”
“I ain’t askin’ you again. Spit on my dick, Sally. Then I want you to spread it around with your tongue before you take me inside your mouth.”
“Arms up, Sunshine. That’s a good girl. Look how well you listen.”
“That’s my girl. You’re doing so good, Sunshine.”
“Aw, Sunshine, that’s what I like to hear. You’re doing so good. I’m gonna make you feel so good when you come around my dick.”
“Make one fucking sound,” he whispers. “I dare you, Sunshine. I dare you to get us caught. What do you think your daddy would do if he saw us like this? His sweet little girl being fucked hard by her real daddy and liking it.”
“You gonna make me put my dick in your mouth to keep you quiet? Aw, yeah, Sunshine. Yes, you are. You can’t do as I say and keep quiet, then I’mma make you stay quiet.”
“Fuck,” he pants. “That’s a good girl. Now put me in your mouth. You know how to do it, Sunshine. Show me what you learned.”
“I fuckin’ love ’em, Sally. Almost as much as I love you.”
“You’re the only one I wanna cook for,” he says. “The only one I wanna take wholesome literature and turn it into spicy prairie porn with. The only one I want to watch terrifying serial killer shows with. You’re the only one, Sally.”
“Naw, Sunshine. The panties—those gotta go. Take ’em off, then scoot your chair back. Yes, just like that. Now open those pretty legs of yours.”
“Good girl. You like it when Daddy tells you what to do, don’t you?”
