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“Or what, Daddy?” She purred again with a naughty smirk on her face before dropping down on my cock again. She gagged but held it there and gagged again, playing with my balls, and I roared as my release filled her mouth. She sucked me down and then came up until just the head of my cock was in her mouth and stroked me, like she was sucking out of a straw, and I cursed a long line of words I didn’t comprehend. She sat back on her feet and opened her mouth, showing me the load of come on her tongue with a satisfied smile on her face before swallowing it down and moaning.
“Fucking slut.” I swore and picked her up by her hips and pushed the breakfast back on the table and threw her down on it. “You like being my dirty little come slut, don’t you?” I growled and pinned her knees back as she smirked at me.
Minx.
“I like being anything you want me to be, Fox.” She moaned and palmed her breasts.
“Then let me hear how good I make you feel while I eat this pussy for breakfast before I fuck it into lunch time.”
She giggled and then moaned as I went to work, doing exactly that.
There was so much lost time to make up for. I knew that once our daughter was home from vacation, I wasn’t going to get many opportunities like this to eat D’s pussy out on the dining room table. So I was going to use every chance I got.
Chapter 28 – Delilah
Present
ItwasMondaymorning,and I had spent the last forty-eight hours naked, touching Fox. Reality started to weigh down on me the longer we stayed locked away inside of his lavish home.
Our home, as he kept referring to it.
And I didn’t know how I felt about that. I needed to go home to my own space and take a breath for a minute, but I didn’t want to leave Fox behind to do it. I knew he wouldn’t take that well.
“Don’t you have any club stuff to do?” I asked as he washed the dishes from breakfast.
He looked at me where I sat next to him on the counter with a scowl. “Why?”
I shrugged, swinging my feet back and forth under me, “Because when you were a part of the Rust Hawks you were always gone on club stuff. Yet you haven’t left my side in almost three days.” Short of a few hushed phone calls here and there, that was.
“Things aren’t like they were before.” He looked back down at the dishes, “I’m not some low man doing prospect work trying to make a name for myself anymore.”
“How did you make the name for yourself?” I asked, almost afraid of what his answer would be.
He turned the water off and wiped his hands on a dish towel and stood between my knees. “I carried out an orchestrated murder in prison with so many moving parts to it, you would have gotten dizzy trying to unravel it.”
“JJ.” I whispered as a shiver ran down my spine. “Tell me about it.”
“No,” He shook his head and kissed my forehead, “You don’t need that darkness on your soul.”
When he backed up to go to the sink again, I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and anchored him to me. “Tell me anyway.”
His eyes darkened and his jaw flexed as he tried to come up with an excuse to deny me what I wanted, but he couldn’t. He knew I deserved to know.
He sighed and ran his warm hands up my thighs, “The lead guard on JJ’s block was an old buddy of Colt’s, who owed a favor or two to the President. Once we got him on board, I worked on men in the cell block. Bosses of different crews and gangs, inside and out. When they were on board, paid for and ready, I ordered my transfer to the block. I didn’t want to get there before I had all my pieces in motion, because I knew if JJ saw me, he’d bolt to protective custody like a little bitch.” He grunted in disdain.
“Then what?” I asked, unsure of where the desire to hear about the bloodshed came from.
“He was in a rec yard, playing ball when me, Houston, and the bosses got to him. His men quickly discovered he was on a short train ride to hell and abandoned him, leaving him a sniveling, begging, pleading coward for me to eliminate.”
“Did you beat him?”
“Broke his face pretty good, then kicked him around a bit.” I watched the pulse in his neck beat quicker the more he talked about it. “Then I told him I was going to give him an eye for an eye justice.”
“You stabbed him.”
“Four in the back, five in the front.” He nodded, “Just like he did to Blaine.”
My eyes closed as the movie rendition of Blaine’s murder played in my head like it had done on repeat over the last five years. “You made him suffer though, right?”
