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98 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 2, 2018




”Did you mean it when you said…you want me to…”🐊
“Come on my face?” Rixen rasped. “It will be my greatest honor, Morgan. I’m going to lap it up like a fucking hound.”
Taking advantage of her open-mouthed surprise, Rixen scooped her up into his arms, turned on a booted heal and started back toward his home.
“Do not worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“You’re what’s happening, bro.” She squirmed in his arms, but he held her still. “Oh my God. This is real. I’m being kidnapped.” A sob fell from her mouth, assaulting Rixen’s ears. “On the one hand, I don’t have to constantly worry about being kidnapped anymore. It’s done. It happened, you know? This is one immersive way to face a fear.”
Rixen frowned, something sharp eating into his chest. “I do not like that you’ve been scared all this time. I was right here, Morgan, waiting to protect you.”
“What if I don’t want to be protected?”
“You said you were afraid.”
“Yes, but I was protecting myself. And also yes, I did just say that while being carried by a giant through the Everglades to a second location.” She leaned back in his arms, seeming to scan the trees. “Is it too much to hope for that CCTV is picking this up?”
“I’m not familiar.”
”You know, my car is up on the road. It’s a back road, but still. Someone is eventually going to come looking. This is going to look much better to a jury if I’m not found chained in your basement.”
He stopped walking. “Why would I chain you up?”
Morgan wet her lips and he almost exploded in his pants from the sight. “Okay, so…you’re what? A zip ties kind of guy?”
”Rixen has pleased you. Say it out loud.”
“Rixen has pleased me,” Morgan replied, watching him from beneath eyelids at half-mast. “Like a boss.”
“Your virgin pussy has been sated by your mate. Say it now.”
Still shaking violently, the words were pushed past stiff lips. “My virgin pussy has been sated by my mate,” she wheezed.
”Do you miss having a daddy, Morgan?”
Her eyes shot wide, fingers restless at the tops of his thighs. “I-I don’t know…”
Yes. “Someone to care for you. Someone to tuck you in and stroke your hair.”
One breath. Two. She nodded.
Rixen dropped down on top of Morgan, careful to keep most of his weight poised on an elbow. Their mouths met and breathed as one. “Your daddy didn’t give you cock.”
“No,” she whispered.
His erection bobbed at her entrance, begging to be let in, spewing stickiness onto her slit as if to lubricate his path. “Would you like one who does?”
#canteven

The original man. Built to fight off dinosaurs and fend for his kin.
"Oh my God. This is real. I'm being kidnapped. On the one hand, I don't have to constantly worry about being kidnapped anymore. It's done. It happened, you know? This is one immersive way to face fear."

“You’re the angel I asked for.”One hand dropped to the lap of his overalls, where he massaged a ridge of swelling flesh. “Come with me now so I can give thanks.”
Granted, he wasn’t attractive in the classical sense. He was filthy and his hair hadn’t been brushed since the Obama administration. But he was built like a freaking skyscraper. If he wanted to get laid, there had to be some swamp girls who’d be down to hit that, right?
“Do you miss having a daddy, Morgan?
Your daddy didn’t give you cock.
Would you like one who does?”
“Is this how you want Daddy to tuck you in at night?”