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WHAP.

“Argh. Fuck,” I grunted, leaning forward and balling Range's hair up in my left hand.

When she was close enough, back arched and head tilted, I placed my lips near her ear.

“I love seeing you. I love feeling you. I love hearing you. I want you, Range. I want this pussy. And, I want the family we’re creating. Forever. Understand?”

She nodded as best she could.

“Yessssss. Yessss. Yesssss.”

WHAP.

I couldn’t restrain. Semen soared through my shaft, marking her walls. My minions marched, hoping to do a job that had already been done.

With the raghanging out the back of my pocket, I patted Range dry. I didn’t miss the opportunity to rub my hand across her ass, familiarizing myself with every curve. She was ravishing. Not a blemish in sight.

Dark skin.

Pink pussy.

Good head on her shoulders.

Loyal by default.

Well-connected.

Highly respected.

Reserved.

Elevated standards.

Wealthy.

Gorgeous.

Good-hearted.

The list continued for miles. So did the pain of the words brewing in my spirit.

Silently, I turned Range around. Her mascara was smeared underneath her eyes.

“What’s the matter, Sunshine?”

I wasn’t sure if she was crying from the intensity of our connectedness or her pending departure.

“Nothing’s the matter,” she told me. “Nothing’s the matter.”

Silence hovered over us both. Gloominess settled between our positions. The atmosphere shifted. I searched for the coldness in my heart. But, with Sunshine around, it was impossible to come by. She brought those rays with promises to keep me warm.

I gnawed my bottom lip until I tasted blood. At the realization I’d split it open, I freed it from between my teeth.

“Range–”

“Yes?” She waited, breaths unsteady and ever-changing.

“You’re fired.”

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