Page 31 of My Girl to Use

“I know, baby girl. Hold on.”

He releases my nipple and takes my lips just as he lines his cock up with my pussy. He thrusts in hard. A loud wail tears through the room, and I dig my fingers deeper into his back. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me with each powerful stroke.

“God, you feel incredible,” he gasps, and the sound of his voice is music to my ears.

I drag my nails across his shoulders as I cling to him, every thrust driving me closer to the edge. “More, Daddy. P-please.”

He responds with an animalistic growl, his pace quickening as I feel the pressure building. “You’re such a good girl for me, Zora. Take it.”

With the sound of my name spilling from his lips, something snaps inside me. I can feel the wave cresting, ready to crash. “I’m…I’m…”

“Let go, baby girl,” he urges, and that’s all it takes.

The orgasm overwhelms my senses as I cry out his name. I can feel him press deeper, chasing his own release, and wetumble over the edge together, our bodies entwined in sheer ecstasy.

As we come down, I cling to him, the reality of it all sinking in. I know this is goodbye, but in this moment, nothing else matters but the way he holds me, the way he makes me feel. And for now, I let myself drown in him, forgetting everything else.

I stay in his embrace, and for a few minutes, I pretend. Pretend this isn’t ending. Pretend I don’t have to break both of us in the morning.

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Morning comes too fast. It always does when you don’t want it to.

Jax is already moving around when I sit up. I hear Levi stirring in his crib, the quiet normalcy of it almost enough to make me forget what I have to do. Almost.

“Disney day,” he says lightly, glancing at me with a small smile. “You ready?”

My chest tightens painfully. He’s excited. Of course, he is.

“I can’t go,” I say. The words fall flat.

He pauses. “What?”

“I’m not going,” I repeat, forcing my voice to stay steady as I stand. “And neither is Levi.”

He frowns slightly, confusion already settling in. “Zora, what are you talking about?”

I take a step back, putting space between us before I lose my nerve. “This…us…it’s not working.”

Silence falls, and it’s heavy.

“What?” he says again, quieter now.

“I don’t want this anymore,” I continue, the words nearly ripping me apart as I say them. “I don’t want you in our lives.”

His expression shifts from confusion to something sharper. “Where is this coming from?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

“Well, it shouldn’t,” I snap, forcing more edge into my voice than I feel. “Because I’m done.”

His hand goes to the back of his neck. “Zora—”

“No,” I cut him off quickly. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Harder?” he repeats, disbelief creeping in. “You think this isn’t already—”