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    "He talks about Princess Sadie non-stop. Probably because I talk about Princess Sadie non-stop." He tilts his head to the left.
    I smile at the mention of Cory's name for me. "Yes, but still. Why would that suddenly matter to her?"
    "It was only a contributing factor." He reaches to grab both my hands in his. "She found her element in Los Angeles. She was suddenly someone. It wasn't about being Coral's little sister or Cory's mother. She went out every night and met a lot of different guys."
    "You took care of Cory?" I ask even though the answer is crystal clear.
    "She asked me for the money. She wanted to give him up." He shudders as he says the words. "She realized that I'd never really give her what she wanted."
    "So you get full custody and she gets visitation?" it seems too good to be true. It means that he can have Cory and I can have him.
    "I get my dream." His lips brush against mine. "I get my Cory and my sunshine."
    I melt into his arms as he scoops me up and carries me down the hallway. I point towards my bedroom and he lowers me gently onto the bed.
    "I've waited so long to have you." He pulls at my clothes, baring my body in just a few seconds. "There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't imagine your taste, the smell of your skin, or the feeling of being inside you."
    I pull at his shirt but he's too eager. He pushes me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide. "This is beauty," he whispers into my folds.
    I whimper at the first touch of his lips on my cleft. I feel as though I'm floating as he pulls my clit between his teeth, gently biting it before sucking it gently into his mouth.
    "Hunter," I whimper through clenched teeth. "That's so good."
    "It's perfect," he pauses. "You're so perfect."
    He laps at me greedily while I pull on his hair. I can't stand the intensity. He's so bold and brazen with my body. I've missed this so much. I've missed everything about him.
    I push my heels into the bed, raising my hips to meet his tongue. He pushes a finger inside me. I gasp at the sensation. I'm already so close to the edge. He knows how to push me to the brink and hold me there.
    "I want to come," I murmur under my breath.
    "Now. Please, yes." He breathes into me.
    I fall over the edge as I grip his head, pushing his mouth onto me, wanting him to suck me inside of him.
    "I have to fuck you, sunshine." He pulls his clothes off quickly. "I've been so hard for so long."
    I stare down at his erection. It's so large, so full and so hard. I crave the feeling of it within me. I need to feel it now.
    He crawls over my body, his face lingering over mine. I feel him glide the tip of his cock over my slick cleft. I whimper as I try to push my hips off the bed.
    "You're going to get tired of me fucking you." He pulls his lips across my forehead. "I can't get enough of you."
    "Never," I cry as he pushes into me. I gasp at the intensity. It's so much. It fills me in every way so completely. I feel so whole. So raw. So open.
    He leans back on his heels as he pulls my hips into his lap. His thumb circles my clit. I moan at the sensation.
    "Fuck," he groans under his breath. "Nothing is as sweet as this."
    I moan in delight at his words, at the very touch of his thumb on my center and his body inside of mine.
    He pulls me into his lap. I scream at the feeling of his cock being so deep. It's so much. Too much. "Hunter, I can't."
    "You can." He rocks his hips up and down on the bed. His cock is pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust.
    I find my own rhythm and push him down. He growls as I take control of him. I lean forward so my breasts graze his chest. I look down at his face. His perfect, beautiful face as I ride him to orgasm. I scream as I plummet over the edge, feeling him release within me at the very same moment.
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    "Y our presence is requested for lunch, Princess Sadie." He kisses me on my nose as my eyes flutter open.
    "What time is it?" I glance at the clock on my bedside table. "I'm late for class."
    "No." He