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It’s her.
Lucila stares at the ring, and this time two tears slide down her cheeks. She’s so young, only seventeen, but there’s an old soul that exists in her body. I say nothing because I’m not sure what to say. I kiss her cheeks and push the pizza towards her again.
She looks up at me. “I can’t leave Minnie. I’m all she has, besides Molly. She’s the only other person I trust her with. She treats her like a granddaughter.”
“You can decorate her room around the mouse-thing you wanted for her,” I say.
Lucila understands what that means. I’ll be whoever she needs me to be to Minnie. The kid has me wrapped around her finger.
She smiles at me. It’s so fucking bright, I turn my face away for a second. She hands me a piece of pizza and then takes one for herself.
I’m so full after we finish eating that I’m about to burst. It has nothing to do with the food. She ate more than I’ve ever seen her eat before.
She relaxes into the seat and reaches out to touch my face. She keeps having to blink to stay awake. I kiss her wrist and then lead her into the bedroom. She changes into a sweater of mine and a pair of sweatpants I bought for her. She plops down on the bed and falls asleep.
That’s unlike her. It usually takes her mind time to shut off. She’s constantly thinking about all the things she has to do for everyone else. But maybe because I organized everything ahead of time, she’s letting go of it all. I talked to Molly earlier and told her of my plans. She told me fine, after she threatened me with castration if I hurt Lucila.
As I take my spot next to her, Molly’s threat replays over in my mind. Not because I’m worried about Molly snipping my balls off. But because I’m determined not to hurt her. There are things in my past, though, that can come back to haunt me. That can fuck everything up.
“Lilo?”
The cold of the ring touches my face as her hand does. She’s reaching out for me. I’ve become a safe spot in the world for her. She’s become…everything. Everything I never knew I wanted and needed.
We turn toward each other. The light from the adjoining bathroom and the darkness of the room creates a shadow that falls between us. My mouth finds hers as her hand glides down my neck and over my shoulder. The thought of losing her is fucking with my mind, and it makes me pull her against me. She gasps at how rough I am, but my tongue touches hers, and she moans.
I came to bed naked. I pull the sweater over her head, and she takes the sweatpants off. It’s animalistic the way my body reacts when we’re skin against skin. The sound echoes out of my mouth, and she meets it with one of her own. Our tongues are deeper, rougher, and my hand fists in her hair. I move her on top of me, her nipples pressed against my chest, as she skims her pussy against my dick. She bucks against me when I slide my hand between her ass cheeks.
“Feel good, baby?”
She moans, deep and long, and then rises over me, setting her palms against my chest. Her hair falls around her. Her eyes are hooded. She takes the tip of my dick inside of her and stills. Her eyes close for a second before she lowers even further.
“Fuck,” I say, my hands gripping her hips when she comes all the way down and I’m buried deep inside of her. Her pussy’s so fucking warm and wet.
She rolls her hips before she starts to slide up and down, using my chest to brace herself. She’s starting to go buck wild, and it’s getting rough. Our bodies are slapping, and it sounds like we’re trying to tear each other apart. But then the thought of losing her sends me in a different direction. What happened earlier puts things in perspective.
My hands go around her arms and I flip her over. Her eyes blink at me before they roll. I move slower inside of her, taking my time to savor the feel of her. I position one of her legs back, and she cries out when I go even deeper.
“Oh God. Oh God. That feels so good.”
She sounds crazed. As crazed as I know I look and feel, even if I’m in control.
“Talk to me, baby,” I say. “Is this what you want?” I come close to pulling out, but at the last second, I fuck her hard.
“Yes,” she barely gets out. “Oh God. Yes. Right there. Right there.” Her hair is matted to her head from sweat. It’s a sweet perfume in the air. But I don’t need her getting weak on me.
I start to fuck her harder, and when she tightens around me, we both come. We catch our breath, but we start kissing again. She wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I carry her into the bathroom. I use one arm to get the shower going. Steam fills the bathroom, and it seems like we’re lost in it. I pin her against the wall and fuck her again while the hot water beats down on my back and my tongue ravages her mouth. She’s saturated, her hair sticking to the wall and to her skin. She breaks the kiss and starts chanting words—she sounds drunk, completely out of control. She’s more sensitive. Even though we’re wet, she’s even wetter.
It makes me feel like an animal without a cage.
I pull out of her, setting her down on her feet, and drop to my knees. I position her leg up on the tub while my tongue licks her clean. Her fingers pull my hair as she rubs herself against my face. She comes fast and hard, and I lick my lips at the taste of her.
Her body trembles, but she wraps herself around me again. I close my eyes when I’m inside of her. I thrust harder, deeper. The thought of her pregnant with my child makes me feel something in my chest that I can’t even explain.
She can’t catch her breath. She sinks her nails into my back. “I’m about to—”
I kiss her, thrusting my tongue deep in her mouth, grunting, while my cock is buried as deep as my tongue. I’m hitting her sweet spot over and over, and it feels like she has a fist around me, pumping me hard and milking me dry. Her scream is muffled, and so is the growl in my throat when her body starts to contract, and I start to jerk.
Her arms go limp around me and her legs slide. She’s too tired to hold on.
