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Wanting More

I'm fed up with serious talk. I'm done with the stress. I have had enough of the crap that keeps building. Standing, I decide to taunt Alaric.

He must sense it as he shakes his head. "Baby girl, I will not touch you until you eat." His words clearly state a fact. I glance from him to my plate.

I feel like crap, so eating won't help. Then what? Will I even feel well enough for him to fuck me after? Sighing, I sit down, eat and fight off the sickness that builds with each bite.

After finishing, I put down the folk. "Now you can't say no, Daddy," I smirk at him.

"You're wrong there, baby girl; I can." His words tease, and my eyes widen in disbelief. "I won't but give yourself at least some time before fucking me. Let me sort the dishes." Leaning over the table, he kisses my cheek.

Well, he agreed to fuck me. Standing, I begin to help with the dishes, which means he touches me quickly. At least, that is what I think anyway. Weirdly, I've missed him, or at least I feel like I have.

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Sherri Schweigl
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