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I’ll wait forever to give this to her.

“Do you like it, Vale?” I change my rhythm, swaying my hips, moving in grinding circles deeper inside her swollen heat, her tight cunt making my teeth clench. “Or do you fuckingloveit?”

“I love it. I love it,” she cries.

“Do you like watching yourself get fucked?” I pinch her clit. “Or do youlovewatching my cock fuck you?”

“Yes, Mr. Allen. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with your big cock. Yes.”

“I mean it,” I growl, spanking her ass again. “You’re a dirty girl when you talk like that.”

“Yes, I am. Yes, I am.”

I have her so close. She’s surrendering to her kink, to her lust, and it’s the same as mine. I wasn’t supposed to lust for an eighteen year-old, and she wasn’t supposed to want to fuck her best friend’s father, but we did.

We do.

“You wanna come for daddy?” I rub her clit harder, faster. “You want to be a good girl and watch me make your tight little pussy come so hard on my thick cock?”

“Yes!” Vale wails. “Yes, Nash, yes. Harder. Harder.”

I give her what she wants. It’s what I want, too. I thrust hard, my fingers brutally strumming her clit. I’m unrelenting and committed to her pleasure, taking her over the edge. I know how. “You’re such a good girl, Vale, coming on my cock while I fuck your sweet pussy.”

She groans, her legs shaking against mine. “Oh god, Nash, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

“Good girl, come hard,” I demand, moving my hand from her hip to wrap around her waist, to hold her up as her knees buckle and she falls apart, convulsing and groaning.Good god, I’ve never felt a woman with a pussy this strong.I feel her tightening, her orgasmic contractions milking my cock to come, too, but I clench my jaw, holding back.

She’s panting, she’s crying. Emotions hit me like a tidal wave, too, but I fight it. I fight for her. I need for her to feel this, to know how good it can be … wecouldbe.

I let the wave shake through her body until she stills before I gently pull her to stand. Holding her warm back against my pounding chest, I wrap my arms around her, putting my lips to her ear.

“You were never broken, Vale.” Love strains my voice. “You were alwaysmine.”

A sob escapes her throat as I kiss the tears falling over her flushed cheek. Her cries—joy, relief, awe, gratitude, pleasure … and something else—flood my heart.

I hold her while it rains through us. I didn’t know I could feel this much for a woman. It’s overwhelming and undeniable. It makes me confess everything I’ve hidden for years, “Poison, you take my breath away, and you can have it. Ibelong to you, too.”

Tenderly, she smiles, leaning into me, reaching behind her to hold me. The way she leans on me, trusting me, her edges melting into mine. This is the feeling men die for.

“Nash,” she’s still out of breath, “I… I…” She pauses, her body writhing against mine. “You feel so good.” My cock is still hard and inside her. “I think you can make me do it again. I think I really need to.”

“You need to come again?”

“Please,” she pants, “but let me do it. Let me ride you.”

I leave her body and guide her to the bed.

Gently, she shoves me, and I fall on the mattress, almost laughing because,hell yes, I’ve fallen for Vale Monroe.

But when she climbs on top and straddles me, I’m not laughing. I’m about to have my world rocked once again; I know it.

She fists my cock, gliding my swollen tip through her wet lips. “Mr. Allen,” she teases, “do you feel how wet your cock makes my pussy? How you made me such a dirty girl, coming only for you?”

“Vale,” I mutter, reaching to palm her tempting breasts. “Don’t. You drive me insane talking like that.”

“Why?” Slowly, she lowers, taking my length, inch by inch, and I groan as she taunts, “Did you want to fuck me? Did you want to pull my little black bikini aside and make my pussy take your hard cock like this?”

She starts gyrating her hips, rocking back and forth, making me feel how wet and swollen she is. How much she wants me. How she can take me.

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