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She moaned on my cock. I was so close.

I pushed into her heat faster and harder. She squeezed my fingers. Her walls spasmed around my onslaught.

I pulled them out, and she hummed in protest, but she continued sucking me. I rocked my hips and fucked her mouth, but she kept up.

I was so close to blowing, but I wanted her to get off, too. I pressed three fingers insides of her. She pulled away, but I pushed her back down. My cock slid to the back of her throat and instead of gagging or pulling off, she pushed herself further. Her throat closed around the head of my cock, and I was done. I fucked her throat, and she held on as I pushed my fingers in deep and strummed her clit with the other hand.

I shot a load down her throat. She pulled off and gasped for air as two other streams hit her on the chest. She stroked my cock through it while riding her own orgasm. We both tumbled off the couch into a tangled pile on the floor. She tasted my cum while I sucked her juices off my fingers.

My phone beeped from somewhere on the floor.

I reached for it but couldn’t get it. Rayna crawled over me.

I read the message.

Rayna laid back down on my chest.

“It’s from Patrick.”

They’d taken Natalie to a secure location in another part of the building. Agent Stanley wanted to meet with us in the morning before he hauled her off to jail.

She exaggerated a sigh. “I’m too little to care.”

“Okay, little one.” I kissed the top of her head. “Nothing for you to worry about. It’s grown-up stuff. I got you.”

CHAPTER20

Kyler carried me to our room and cleaned us up. He put some ointment on my knuckles and a cold compress on my face. He put me in bed and wrapped me in a Kyler Daddy blanket embrace. Keeping the bad stuff out. The way Kyler handles me made me feel safe in little space, but post orgasmic bliss does it for me, too.

So weird.

I woke up alone, but with Kyler’s warmth and smell surrounding me. I blinked and stretched. I sat up and inspected my knuckles. They were a little beat up, but not too bad.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Kyler walked into the room. His chest bare, carrying a tray. There better be coffee on that tray. I yawned and stretched again. I sat up and fell back down.

“No, you don’t. Wake up. It’s time to get up.”

“Don’t wanna.” My voice was really little.

“I guess you don’t want your special treat for breakfast.” He turned back toward the door.

I sat up. “What special treat?” He didn’t answer me.

“Daddy!” I yelled.

“Geez, so loud.”

I gave him a side eye. He better not be messing with me.

I sat my hands in my lap and in a more respectable level asked. “May I have my treat, please?”

“Ok.”

I peeked up.

He held the tray above my eyesight.

“First, go potty and wash your face.” He side-eyed me back.

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