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“Big Daddy John is a special agent in the F. B. I.” She punctuates each letter like it’s its own title.
“Don’t worry, Darling,” he pulls his suit coat off and tosses it aside. “I’m alpha enough for the both of us.”
If a regulae man said that to me id cringe
“Keep those pretty eyes on me," he demands. My eyes flicker open. “Good girl.” His fingers don’t stop their assault. “That’s my good girl.” “I’m so close!” I cry. “That’s right, Darling. Come apart for me. Come on my cock.”
“I’m sorry, I figured being 9 inches down your throat was hint enough," he deadpans. “Need me to ask your parents for permission?”
“Like I said, I don’t have a lot of experience with relationships. But if someone else puts their hands on you, I’m likely to remove those hands from their life source. So yeah, Darling, you can call me your boyfriend.”
smile into the dark. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cuddler.” “You won’t be pegging me at all.”
“You’re welcome to - “ I start to say before John lifts the platter and slides the remaining pancakes onto his plate. “John!” He drizzles his small amount of syrup over his new stack. “You made these for me.”
“I’m too old to be someone’s fucking boyfriend.” I stretch onto my toes, pulling down the duffle bag on the top shelf. “Just gotta fix it before they come.” The zipper opens silently, and my hand dives straight to the hidden compartment inside.
