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Turning my attention back to Fallon, I head toward the kitchen as she carefully sets the books onto a countertop. She cradles the stack with one hand as she gently sets each one down onto the surface. Walking closer, I scratch my chin. “What are you doing?” I question as I draw close.
Without sparing a glance my way, Fallon mutters, “I have to make sure they don’t fall on the ground.” Her gaze on the books is so intense I worry she’s going to give herself an ulcer.
Reaching forward, I carefully grab a book off the stack, setting it down next to the others. “Let me help.” She tries to argue so I add, “It’s the least I can do since you’ll be looking after the person I love.”
It feels strange to admit the feeling out loud but it’s the truth. Something I can no longer deny. Avamarie has captured my heart, holding the key to my existence. I won’t survive without her.
Fallon’s breath hitches and she slowly turns her head toward me.
Nodding solemnly, I continue to move each book off the stack. “Yes.” I look at her from the corner of my eye. “You heard me right.” I don’t say anything else, working in silence as the stunned girl stares at me.
When all the books have been rearranged onto the counter, I glance over the titles. The covers range from skulls and roses to shirtless men to something that looks concerningly like a giant blue alien. I shake my head and move away from whatever that is.
Ireallydon’t understand this generation. What happened to a good dick being enough? Need fucking ET to fulfill some - what? Fantasy?
Mumbling to myself how concerned I am for our future, I notice a particular cover that catches my attention.
My Girl
The words are scrawled across the front, intricate artwork weaving in and out of each letter. My fingers trace the lines, a strange feeling forming in me. Something about this book is calling to me in a way I can’t explain.
I look up and find Fallon still watching me. Indicating the novel, I ask, “Mind if I look at this one?” She nods slowly, her expression both nervous and excited.
Cautiously picking up the book, I turn it over in my hand, finding the artwork continues on the back. It’s beautiful. I’ve never known a bound stack of pages could be, but this one is. I open to a random page and begin reading.
eyes burn as he looks down at me. My breath catches at the fire inside of the hazel orbs. I knew I was in trouble the second I decided to enter the room without knocking but I couldn’t help myself. Or I didn’twantto help myself. If I’m going to be completely honest.
My heart rate picks up as he reaches forward and places his large palm on top of my head. “You’ve been a bad girl, Madison.” He tsks.
My thighs clench at the promise his words hold. Pushing down, he forces me to my knees. I peer up at him through my lashes. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” I whisper. His eyes flash at the name, always having the same effect on him that it does to me when he calls me his little girl.
Braydon removes his hand and grips his belt. With nimble fingers, he unhooks the clasp and slowly slides the leather free from his pants. He folds the belt in half, snapping it with a loud crack. I flinch but don’t move from my spot on the floor.
I wanted this. Ineedthis.
Setting the belt onto the desk, he returns to his pants. Unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down, he watches me, noting every small reaction I have to his movements. My tongue darts out to lick my lips as he pulls his cock free. Fisting his shaft, he grips the back of my head and pulls me toward him.
“Now,” He commands. “Shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl.”
I moan in response, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock.
I look up from the book, my eyes wide. “You read this?” I ask incredulously.
Fallon blushes and averts her gaze, nodding her head.
I look back down at the words that make some of the porn I watch seem light and fluffy. “Damn. Who knew...” I mutter, my eyes scanning over the rest of the page.
I’m struck by the fact that women like this. Well, at least the one currently standing in my kitchen.
Looking back at her, I set the word porn back onto the counter. “Does Avamarie like this stuff?” I resist the urge to rub the back of my neck, uncomfortable by the conversation but my desire to know outweighs the discomfort.
Fallon looks back at me, her eyes flickering as she wars with herself. Finally letting out a sigh, she relents. “Some of it, yeah. She’s more…” Waving her hand in the air, she searches for the right word. “Refined? In her taste.” Shrugging her shoulders, she looks back at the book I was just reading. “That one in particular she really enjoyed the MMC’s dirty talk.”
I cock my head at her, trying to decipher her words. “MMC?” I repeat.
Laughing softly, she apologizes. “Sorry. I forget that smut has its own language.” Gesturing her hand toward me, she explains, “MMC is the main male character. Yourself, for instance.” Pointing toward the hall, she continues, “FMC would be the female main character, or Ava.”
I mull over her words.
