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her pussy. “Fuck, you’re still so goddamned tight.”
    She moaned as he began thrusting hard into her tiny body. “I should fuck you into submission for what you have done.” He growled at her as he savagely slammed into her tight pussy. The more she moaned and yelled, the harder he plunged. He was fucking her so damn hard, the headboard cracked when it hit the wall.
    “Tucker, more,” she whimpered as he kept plunging over and over again mercilessly into her body, not caring how she felt, only sensing his own need.
    Neither one of them heard the door open, but when Tucker plunged in one more time, he roared as he emptied himself deep within her womb. Then she heard him. “Now that you fucked her, get off of her.”
    Emma turned to see Tate standing there, looking at her, only her. His eyes never left her face, as Tucker removed his still-hard cock from her pussy, quickly dressed himself, and left.
    Rolling back over, she heard the closing of the door, and she was once again left alone with Tate.
    Afraid to move, she didn’t have the courage to cover herself from him. He stood there, watching her, for what seemed like an eternity, before the first shiver of cold affected her, breaking her eye contact with Tate. By the time she looked back at him, he was returning from his closet with a T-shirt. He held it up as she raised her arms, allowing him to put it on her.
    “Stand up, Emma,” he said quietly. As she did so, he moved around her, trying not to touch her, as he pulled back the quilt and sheet. “Get in,” he ordered. Emma climbed in the bed, saying nothing as Tate covered her up. He walked over to the door, and informed her, “Tabitha is getting a bath. She made quite a mess with the ice cream. When she’s done, we’re taking her to the store, for movies. We don’t have anything for her to watch, and we’re going to let her pick some out. We will be back in an hour or so, so I suggest you get some sleep. Good night, Emma.” With that Tate left, leaving Emma alone to wallow in her own misery.

Chapter Three

 
    The early-morning rays were shining through the window, as Emma felt Tate’s warm breath against her neck as he snuggled closer to her. As quietly as possible, Emma removed herself from his arms and climbed out of bed. When she stood, she heard him groan and roll over. Looking over her shoulder, she was not shocked to find Tate lying in the bed. Looking around the room, she found his robe and put it on. Walking back to the bed, she pulled the sheet over his chest, and quietly left the room in search of her daughter.
    She didn’t have to look far, for when she entered the living room she was shocked to see that it looked like a bomb had gone off in there.
    In the midst of pink and purple fluffy blankets, overstuffed fuzzy pillows, and dozens of stuffed animals, lay her daughter sandwiched in between Tucker and Travis, sleeping like an angel in one of her daddy’s shirts. “Just movies, my ass. They bought out friggin’ Toys “R” Us.”
    Popcorn bags, candy bars, empty cookie bags, and several empty pizza boxes were strewn everywhere. The television was still playing The Lion King , as Emma waded through the destruction to turn off the television. Pulling the pink blanket over Tabitha, she smiled. Her daughter looked like she had had the time of her life last night.
    Picking up the trash and discarding pizza boxes, Emma made quick use of the quiet time in the house. It didn’t take her long to get the living room cleaned, and soon she started on the kitchen. She had just sat down to have a cup of coffee when a Tabitha walked into the kitchen, sleepy and rubbing her eyes.
    “Mommy, I don’t feel so good,” Tabitha whined as she climbed into her mother’s lap.
    “I kind figured you wouldn’t. You sure ate a lot of junk food last night, didn’t you?” Emma said, holding Tabitha and reaching for her purse she found on the counter. Rummaging through her purse, Emma found what she was