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they both trembled.
    “It’s ok,” he whispered, feathering kisses over her freckled cheeks. “Daddy’s here.”
    “Yes.” Libby squeezed him between her legs, feeling the slow stretch and burn starting to fade.
    “Here ...” Her hand reached down between them, feeling the point of contact, the thick pulse of him filling her. “Here.”
    “Oh baby girl,” he murmured as he began to move inside of her, and she wrapped her limbs around him, pulling him in tighter, wanting more. The heat between her thighs began to grow, the delicious friction of his shaft sliding through her wetness making her weak with it.
    “God...” His movements were faster, and she remembered how he moved inside her mother that night, how she had watched them and wanted this.
    His voice was hoarse and pained. “Oh God forgive me...you feel so...good...”
    “Yes,” Libby purred into his ear, grinding her hips up against his, feeling him driving deeper into her soft, pink flesh. “Fuck me, Daddy!”
    He groaned at her words, his breath hot and coming fast in her ear. “Beautiful baby girl,” he whispered, and she felt the swell of him between her legs. “You make Daddy feel soooo good.”
    “Harder,” Libby begged, digging her nails into his back, arching. He was rubbing there, between her legs, a slow burn turning quickly to white heat. “Faster...oh, please!”
    He grunted, moving harder into her flesh, the wet sound of their bodies together filling her ears as they rocked. She moaned, meeting him, feeling every inch of him as he thrust harder into her, the bed shaking beneath her with his effort.
    “Oh Daddy!” She twisted and squirmed with her ache, their bodies slick.
    “Yes,” he groaned, his hips rocking her into oblivion. “Come on. Come for Daddy.”
    “Now,” she moaned, clutching him and arching up, grinding her hips as her climax peaked and shuddered through her, making her cry out and mew beneath him as the heavenly waves washed over her again and again.
    “God,” he grunted, her soft wetness all aflutter around him, pulling him deeper. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come!”
    Libby felt the heat of him, a thick pulse between her legs, his shaft swelling with it and then bursting inside of her, making him groan and tremble. He collapsed onto her and she felt him shivering against her neck.
    “Oh, what have we done?” she gasped as he rolled onto his side next to her.
    “We found paradise,” he replied as she snuggled up against his side. “Heaven on earth.”
    “This is the garden.” She felt him touch her lips with trembling fingers in the darkness. “I love you, Daddy.”
    She kissed his palm. “I’ll never leave you.”
    He sighed, pulling her into him, kissing the top of her head. They rolled together and slept, Libby nestled under his arm, her back pressed against his belly, and there were no more nightmares.

Lassoing the Moon
    She was going to hell. There was no getting around it—do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred-dollars—she was going straight to hell without any little orange “Get out of hell free” card.
    “Your turn.”
    Leila rolled the dice, moved her little shoe, and bought Baltic Avenue for a song. She could start putting houses on it now, since she owned Mediterranean as well. But she wasn’t thinking about Monopoly. She couldn’t think about anything, watching her twenty-year-old son home from college, sitting out in the living room in his boxers watching The Ultimate Fighting Championships on ESPN.
    She was so going to hell.
    “Ha! You owe me!”
    Leila glanced up at her niece, startled, and forked over the money. Small price to pay for a little bit of freedom. If she just kept rolling the dice, moving around the board, no one would notice that she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, looking at the tight, ridged muscles in his stomach, the dark line of hair that disappeared below his boxers, dreaming about the hard cock she had accidentally caught him stroking