Page 73 of Filthy Little Lies

“A drop off?” Like some discarded toy left in a bin outside a consignment shop.

“Well, to be fair, that only happened the one time, and I’m not sure that’s actually a real thing. They caught their son trying to sneak a peek at me when I was in the shower. By that afternoon, I was sitting in an office while they found emergency placement for me.”

“How many times did that happen? The emergency placement?”

Again, she shrugs, like all of this is no big deal at all; it’s just simply how her life was. Maybe it’s become normalized to her, but the idea of shuffling a kid around from home to home because the adults in the world can’t get their heads out of their asses still boils my blood.

“I’m not sure. Sometimes I was placed ahead of time, so it felt like a fast transition to me, but it had already been planned out.”

“You shouldn’t have had to go through any of that.”

“My parents died, there was no family to take me. I got lucky. I ran across a few girls who really got bad placements. No one ever hurt me or abused me.”

“Neglect is abuse, Savanah.” I must say it harsher than I intend because she twists around to face me.

“I thought you wanted to watch a movie,” she asks.

“No. I wanted to strip you naked and fuck you senseless, but you seemed to want to relax on the couch.”

She turns back around, leaning her back into my chest and sighs.

“I don’t see why we can’t do both.” She hooks her leg over mine, spreading her thighs. The short cotton shorts she’s wearing ride up, exposing the tender flesh just beneath, and I rest my hand there.

“Are you trying to distract me?” I press a kiss to her temple as I sink my fingertips into her thigh, eliciting the prettiest little sigh from her.

“Of course not. I just don’t think harping on the past is helpful. It happened; nothing is going to change that.”

Gliding my hand further inside her thigh, I brush away the bit of fabric hiding her sweet pussy from me.

“You deserved better than what you got.” I press the flat of my middle finger against her swollen clit, inhaling her aromatic arousal.

“You deserve better than what you have.” I swirl her clit, increasing the pressure as I go round and round.

“You deserve everything.” I sink two fingers into her pussy, biting back a groan at how tightly her heat grips me. “So tell me, Savvy, what do you want?”

She rolls her head, casting me a side-eyed grin. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” I curl my fingers and watch as her pouty lips part on an exhale of pleasure. “Do you want me to finger fuck you here on the couch until you scream my name, or do you want me to take you to bed and shove my cock so hard into your pussy you feel it tomorrow morning?”

She digs her fingernails into my thighs, arching her back when I pull my fingers back an inch. “Yes,” she breathes.

I chuckle, pressing my hips upward so she can feel my length against her ass. I slip my hand up her shirt, finding her already hard nipples peaked and waiting for me. She yelps when I pinch one. Then I twist, making her squirm.

“Where are you going? I’m playing, hold still for me.” I thrust my fingers into her while pulling on her nipple until she whimpers. Her body tells me what I need to know. Her pussy floods with arousal, soaking my fingers.

My girl loves the pain.

“Put your hands on my knees and don’t move them.” I order as I release her nipple and the blood flows back, making her squirm again. Fuck she’s so responsive, so beautiful, so honest when she’s spread open like this for me.

“Will you punish me if I don’t?” she asks, breathless.

“Not in any way you’ll enjoy,” I promise with a grin.

She fakes an eye roll then grips my knees.

“You like when I punish you, don’t you?”

She moans in the sweet pouty way she does when she doesn’t want to tell the truth but knows I won’t accept anything less.