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“Good girl.” I cup her jaw, rubbing my thumb across her plump bottom lip, messing up her lipstick. “Let's have dinner.” I hold up the food bag and drink tray.

Licking my lips when she turns, I enjoy the sway of her hips as she leads us to the small dinette table near the patio doors at the back of the cottage. She grabs plates while I pull the food out of the bags. Her pleased smile has my dick jumping, addicted to the feeling of pleasing this woman.

CHAPTER 3

Gabriella

This has been a whirlwind of a day. Darla showed up. Coltrain kissed me and gave me an intense orgasm. Darla then proceeded to tear me apart and made me feel about two inches tall, and now Coltrain is back with dinner, complimenting me while touching me as much as he can.

My head spins with the raw emotions filtering through me like a slow-moving mudslide. Just as I grasp onto one, I smack into a tree, taking everything around it down with me.

“Who was the woman here this afternoon?” he finally asks as I finish plating our food. I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am that he remembered what I liked.

“My stepmother, Darla.” I don’t want to talk about her.

“What did she want?” He slides the straw into my chocolate shake and offers it to me.

After a cooling drink of the thick liquid, I shove a fry in my mouth, giving myself time to answer. “She wants me to come back home.”

“You don’t want to.” I’m certain he can tell from my tone, but I shake my head anyway. “Why were you crying?”

Startled, my head whips up to meet his dark brown gaze. “Crying?” I wince. Even I know it’s obvious that I was. My eyes still feel puffy hours later.

Pushing his plate away, Coltrain grips my hand and drags me into his lap. His eyes soften as they roam my face, pausing on each imperfection as if to say, are you blind?

“Talk to me, Gabs.”

I nearly wilt. He’s the only person who calls me that.

“She knows where to strike with her insults. Some days I’m stronger than others.” I shrug, hoping he’ll drop it.

“I see,” he murmurs, brushing a hand up and down my back. He’s quiet after that, and I’m not sure what to say to move on from the moment, so I stay still, and soon I’m lulled into deep relaxation, and my head drops on his shoulder as my eyes close.

“Rest, kitten. Daddy’s got you.”

That’s all it takes to surrender my trust to him and fall asleep in his presence.

A loud grunting sound stirs my mind, but I’m still locked inside a dirty dream that has been on repeat since the day I met Coltrain, and I don’t want to wake up. However, the longer I stay in my dreamland, the more I realize the sounds rustling me are ones I hear when I’m alone and wishing he were between my thighs.

Slowly opening my eyes, I gaze down my body to find that very man kneeling between my legs, cock out, hand working furiously from root to tip to come all over my now naked body. He’s thick and long, and the tip is bulbous and red with ropy veins sprouting on the sides.

“Daddy,” I gasp when he leaks from the tip, and it touches my sex, the heat nearly explosive.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “How the fuck are you that sensitive?”

I’m about to close my legs, or attempt to, when he slaps my pussy, and I explode. Stars light the insides of my eyelids, and I swear I hear angels sing as he groans, and I feel his release making a mess of my pussy.

His body drops on top of me, and my pebbled nipples rub against the hair of his chest, rolling a new wave of pleasure through my body.

“God, kitten, watching you come apart for me will become my greatest addiction.”

I can’t help smiling at his words because I feel the same way.

He kisses along my throat, and his tongue laps at me like I’m a bowl of fresh cream.

“Daddy?” I exhale, frightened by what’s happening but wanting it nonetheless. “What’s going on?”

Sucking on my throat, Coltrain brushes his hands along my sides before sitting up and pulling me into his lap. “We need to talk about that.” His words sound ominous, and I grow nervous.

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