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“Your girlfriend is kind and beautiful and a hard worker,” I tell him, when Elena is out of earshot. “She’s a rare diamond. Appreciate what you have before someone else does.”
Elena’s head rests on my shoulder, and as she sleeps, I whisper into her hair, “Who’s Daddy’s good girl?” I say the words just to know how they’ll feel in my mouth. They feel illicit. Forbidden. And absolutely delicious.
“You feel really safe,” she whispers. “Elena, I just killed four men.” “I know. Thank you.”
My son’s girlfriend is achingly beautiful. Not only that, but she also stabbed a man and struck another with a lamp. I think she might be perfect for me.
Breaking Elena and Leon up was easy. Having her move into my house was a simple task. Terminating her work at the diner and making her entirely dependent on me? A more challenging project.
Earlier today, I asked Rosie if she’d like Elena to be her new nanny and Daddy’s new wife, and she seemed enthusiastic about the idea. Maybe she was just excited to play with her blocks, but I like to think it was really the prospect of a beautiful, loving mother and several new baby brothers and sisters to play with.
“Do you feel what you do to me? You make me insane. I’ve been thinking about making you mine ever since you gave me that first sweet smile. I never cared that it’s wrong. I’m obsessed with you. You’re all I want.”
“I want you raw, no condom. I need to thrust into your sweet, tight, heat and feel your pussy gripping my cock. I want to pull out, covered in your virgin blood, and drive into you again and again. I want to fuck you hard through our orgasms and fill you up with cum until it’s dripping around my cock.”
“I think my dream life is more about feelings rather than milestones. I want a home that I miss when I have to leave. I want to hurry up the front steps because I can’t wait to see the people I love. I want to know that if I’m absent, they’re missing me. I want there to be so much happiness that it’s loud, you know, the whole house in uproar. Shouting, Don’t shout across the house! but everyone doing it anyway. I want to hear about everyone’s days over a lovely meal before we turn off the lights and go to bed.”
