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“Daddy,” she whispered before her back arched and she moaned.

I felt like I could cum just from hearing her call out to me like that, but I held it together.

When she came, I didn’t linger down there, though I could have eaten her out all night. My dick was too thirsty to touch something wet, and although her mouth had done a good job, I wanted to properly meet her pussy. I thanked God that we were both caught up on our testing and that we didn’t need to waste any time on getting that out of the way.

I lifted one of her legs so it sat in the crook of my arm and slid into her. It took some patience to get up inside her fully, but once I did, I moaned. This shit was better than I ever expected.

“You good, baby?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She moaned and clung to me.

“Good because I’m about to give you some long, deep strokes. Can you handle that, Doll? Huh? Tell Daddy if you can handle it,” I urged as I rocked into her.

“I can handle it, Daddy. Shit . . .”

Her voice, the way she spoke to me, the way she tasted, smelled, and felt . . . it was all a setup to turn me into a minute man. I gritted my teeth and focused as I rocked into her slowly. Her legs shook already, signifying another release.

“That’s right, baby. Cum for Daddy. Cum on Daddy’s dick . . . You such a good girl for that. I need you to do it again for me. Can you do that?” I asked after I felt her pussy clench around me.

She nodded, and I resumed my pace of rocking into her slowly. I looked down at her as she matched my movements. I swear to God I fell in love at that moment. Or maybe I had been in love, and I just now realized it. I didn’t know. All I knew was that when I looked down at her, I saw my entire future play out.

I watched her for a long time. We both got lost in the experience, kissing each other and taking each other in. Finally, she murmured, “I’m cumming again, Daddy.”

“I know, baby. Daddy can feel it. I’ma cum wit’ you, okay? Where you want it? Huh? You want it on your pretty face, or you want Daddy to cum inside your pussy? Huh? You want me to flip you over and nut on yo’ ass? What you want, baby?”

“Cum inside your pussy,” she muttered.

And damn if I didn’t. Her words made me nut the fuck up in two seconds flat.

When we both got our breathing under control, I leaned down and kissed her before I pulled out of her and immediately went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. I knew if I lay my ass down next to her, I would go the fuck to sleep.

Once the shower was hot enough, I walked back into the bedroom where Chyna was on her way to sleep. I chuckled and picked her right up from the bed. I kissed her forehead as I walked toward the bathroom.

“Shower first, love. I say we call in to work tomorrow so you can sleep in. You earned it.”

“I say you’re the boss,” she mumbled.

I laughed, not remembering a time when I’d ever felt so free.

CHAPTER 7

CHYNA

Nerves bounced around me as I checked and double-checked and then triple checked Liam’s bags.

Whenever Liam went with his father, I got super nervous. It wasn’t that Damien was bad with Liam. He just didn’t see him often. I normally felt a lot better leaving my son with my sister, cousins, or parents because they really knew Liam. Damien only saw our son once a month, if that, and Liam grew so much every single day. Things changed about him every day. New fears, new questions, new quirks . . .

I sighed as I sat down on Liam’s little bed. We had been at Keegan’s house for five days now, and Keegan insisted on getting Liam his own bed that matched KJ’s. This room had suddenly become their room, and KJ seemed so excited about it. That was the only reason I was okay with adding space for Liam. To say I felt extremely intrusive right now was an understatement, but everyone else seemed happy with the arrangements.

To be honest, I was happy with it, too, but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. A sudden small smile formed on my face when I thought about my budding relationship with Keegan. I bit my lip as flashbacks of the way he made love to me filled my mind. I couldn’t even call it fucking, which was what I had been used to in my past. With Keegan, love was always present, and it was strong. My head spun from how quickly we went from a comfortable space of keeping things friendly to the L word floating around so freely inside my mind.

“Mommy, when Daddy come here?” Liam asked as he ran into the room with KJ on his heels.

Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. I sprang up. The last thing I wanted was for Damien and Keegan to be alone together for even one second.

“Come on, boys.” I ushered them out of the room and rushed toward the stairs.

Tension left me as I descended the stairs and realized it wasn’t Damien. It was Stephanie, Keegan’s baby mama. It had just so happened to work out that both the part-time parents wanted their children this weekend. Keegan had told me about how Stephanie was pretty much like Damien, . . . chasing after everything but her own child.