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I fasten my strokes, moving my hands from her plump ass to her hips so I can grip them with more force. I slam her down on me, once, twice, three times, all the way until my balls, until she shatters.

“Ahhh,” she screams, her voice echoing through the night. She’s so loud it even ruffles the birds who are blissfully sleeping in the nearby trees.

I can feel her ass cheeks clenching and pulsing, keeping me inside her, but it’s her cunt that’s blowing my mind when it starts seeping and trickling. She’s having a double orgasm. If I was in a different position, I’d be able to stick my fingers inside of her and feel it myself. There’s always next time I think and immediately grin like a dirty fucker already planning when I can double stuff her.

She’s magnificent the more she comes. “That’s it, baby girl,” I grit, staving off from shooting my own load, but it’s no use when she starts mouthing off that dirty mouth of hers.

“Yes, Blade, yes, yes. Oh God. So big. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Unable to control anymore, I skewer her to me, unloading what feels like an entire litre of cum deep inside her not-so virgin ass.

“Row. Fuck. Oh. Oh. I’m coming, baby girl. Take all of it,” I grunt savagely, rutting up into her.

Light headed, and hazy, I can feel my very lungs expand to accommodate for extra air to flow through. I’ve never felt more alive and more dead at the same time. Spent of all my energy, but still floating on cloud nine.

Row is in no way heavy, but her dead weight and silence tells me she’s passed out. Her head is nestled in the crook of my neck, but when my cock juts inside her, I feel her body seize and head jolt forward.

Just when I’m about to lift her off me and swaddle her in a million blankets to keep her warm, she surprises me by settling back into me.

“For a moment I was sure my tombstone would read Row Atkins: Death by anal.” Her voice is all croaky and dreamy.

“You were amazing, baby girl.” I kiss her shoulder blade, working my way down her vertebrae.

My rough beard scrapes the delicate parts of her body, leaving a map of red in its wake. I’m a selfish bastard, so I hold her to me until the last moment.

“Ready to get up, baby girl?” I start to pull her off my dick, my cum slides down her crack onto my shaft and thighs. A quick glance at her hole makes me groan with glee. She’s gaping, her muscles are raw and wrinkled, and contracting back in. It’s a fucking magnetic sight to see it close back up, only to pulse open again, dripping even more of my white cum out.

“There’s so much cum inside me.” She doesn’t know what that dirty mouth of hers does to me, or the fact that she’s so innocent in the way she says it, as if the thought never occurred to her.

“I can see that, baby girl. Here, let me help you clean up.”

I manoeuvre her, so she’s sitting on a pillow, legs spread wide. I grab a napkin and start wiping the remnants away. “My ass hurts,” she laughs as I clean up the last bits. She’s still going to be sticky and I guarantee there is more to come out when she stands, but for now, it’s better than it was.

“I’ll rub some cream into it when we get home, baby girl.” I lean forward to kiss her. “Get dressed. We have to leave soon.”

Within ten minutes, we’re both dressed and on our way home.

“That was the best night of my life.” I smile. That’s what she says after every night we spend together, but I won’t remind her because I love hearing it. Half way home, she’s sound asleep, snoring like a baby bear.

After undressing Row, I place her soundly underneath the covers, marvelling in her beauty.

Her exquisite mouth is slightly parted, while her wild pink hair is falling over her face and delicate shoulders. She tosses and turns, first sleeping on her stomach, before settling on her side, hands tucked underneath the pillow, as she burrows her head.

I drink in the curve of her hip, salivate at the hint of cleavage visible, and obsess over the creaminess of her exposed skin. Every centimetre looks supple and smooth, and I’m almost selfish and shameless enough to wake her up so I can explore her body with my lips, tongue, and teeth. But I don’t. I just bask in her magic.

I drop down beside her, grazing my knuckles over her cheek. She is everything, and I know for sure that I want to be the one who helps erase every fear she has about herself and the future. I also know that I won’t be able to do that unless my son knows about us.

Next Sunday can’t come quick enough.

Chapter 35

Row

"Are you ready for this weekend?" Tori asks, clutching the blanket close to her chest. A bout of dry hoarse coughs erupts from her throat. Passing her some water, she thanks me with her eyes as she sips.

She's sickly pale, and obviously developing some sort of flu, but there's a serenity about her, a contentedness she's only had since living here.

I owe Blade the world for giving my sister some semblance of a normal life. Aside from meeting Jake and nurturing that relationship, I can see how happy and adjusted she has become. From having three solid nutritious meals a day to having her own peace and quiet without living in fear from any of the thousands of dangerous scenarios that could have occurred living under Mum’s roof.

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