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I might have been hardheaded, but I wasn’t a damn fool, so I removed my hands that were pleasing both me and him so I could hold up my fingers to indicate the amount.

“OK, I got it from now on.”

That made me take my mouth off him enough to speak. “Thank you, daddy,” I said before going back to work.

“You’re welcome, baby. Did you wait for me like I asked you to?” he quizzed.

I nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“Well, you can wait until we make it to the bed. Give me your hand,” he requested, tapping my shoulder and reaching for my hand. I backed up so I could look up at him.

“I’m so ready to feel you, Quinton. How far are we?”

“Shit, we’re here. I just passed your building for the third time.” He chuckled.

I laughed and shook my head as I sat up in my seat and straightened my clothes.

“Back up, baby.”

“I’m circling the lot. Don’t try to button those pants up now. I’m about to show you just how much I missed you.”

Quinton finally pulled into a spot in front of my building. I didn’t waste a second stumbling out of the car and rushing to my door. As I fumbled with my keys, Quinton walked up and wrapped his arms around my body from behind and kissed the back of my head. His dick pressed into the small of my back as I pushed the door open.

“Shit, I’m ready to fuck you.” He groaned.

“Well come on,” I said, shoving my pants down and stepping out of them as I moved toward my bedroom door.

I turned around and faced him and found that he was stepping out of his pants too. The sight of his dick standing at attention and saluting me like a good soldier made me move toward him.

“Uh-uh, go get on that fucking bed,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir.” I giggled, turning around and rushing to climb into bed.

I plopped down on my bed and grinned at him as he followed me into the room. By the time he reached the bed, he was completely naked. He crawled onto the bed, kissing my lips as he hovered over me. His tongue swirled against mine as he moved into position between my legs and hoisted my thighs on his forearms.

We both groaned as he breached my slippery walls. Slowly, he sank deeper inside before pulling back and diving deeper. My eyes grazed over his body, watching as he plunged in and out of me. I cried out into the quietness at the dull pain I felt as his hips snapped sharply, slamming his pelvis into me.

“Just like that, baby,” I muttered, using my hands to grab his ass.

“Damn, Shiloh, this pussy is wet as fuck.”

“Just for you, daddy.”

“You like how I’m fucking you?” he questioned.

“Yes!”

“So I don’t have to worry about a nigga being in my pussy?”

“Never.”

One of his arms pushed my leg up further as his fingers wrapped around my throat. The ache in my center felt heavenly as he continued his steady assault on my pussy.

“Don’t make me have to fuck nobody up over you, Shiloh. I just told you this was my pussy. I don’t like sharing.”

“I won’t, baby. I promise.”

“You all mine?”