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“All yours, daddy.”

“I think I need to go ahead and kill your baby daddy now. I don’t want no problems down the line.”

I giggled as I responded, “Stop it, baby. He’s never gonna be a problem.”

“May that nigga always be a punchline,” he said, dropping a kiss on my lips.

With that squared away, he moved his other hand to my throat, tightening his hold as he fucked me harder and faster. I didn’t know who was moaning louder, but if he felt half as good as I did, we were both in trouble.

“Just like that, daddy. Oh my God!”

“Hm. Cum for me, beautiful. Show me how good you can make that pussy gush for me. I ain’t forgot.”

“I’m cumming, baby,” I said, pulling him down until his lips slammed into mine.

“Aww fuck. This pussy is good, Shiloh. How do you do that, baby?”

“Do what?” I asked weakly.

“How the fuck is this pussy pulling me back in every time I pull out? You trying to drive me crazy, ain’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Just for that,” he said, snatching out and nudging me to roll onto my stomach.

My pussy was torn between being grateful for the relief and missing the fullness and the perfect curve of his dick. I didn’t have much time to think about it, because as soon as I was on my knees, he was balls deep again. This time, his arm wrapped around my neck, putting me in a headlock. He didn’t hold back as he held my hip in one hand and pounded into me from behind.

“Quinton!” I yelled as I clawed at the sheets.

“Don’t fucking run. Keep my pussy right where I put it.”

“I can’t, baby. Wait a minute.”

“Don’t play with me, Shiloh. Take this fucking dick. You sitting up here driving a nigga crazy with pride. Take this dick.”

I wasn’t a punk by a long shot, but damn. Where was Mr. Nice Guy when I needed him? Burying my face in the pillows, I screamed as I released a mind-altering orgasm. Quinton slammed into me a few more times, holding my hips against him as he came inside me.

He kissed the back of my head, then worked his way down, placing kisses down my spine until his lips landed on my ass. His huge hands spread my cheeks, moving until his tongue swiped over my sensitive clit. Gently, he ate my pussy, circling and rotating his tongue until I was close to literal tears.

“Baby, please,” I whined as he slurped it into his mouth.

“This is my pussy, Shiloh. I can do what I want with it.”

When he kissed my pussy, I just closed my eyes and let him have his way, not that I could stop him anyway. He placed three soft kisses on my girl before his tongue moved back up to my ass.

He gave me the same treatment, swirling his tongue around my tight hole. By the time he took his mouth off me, I had ripped the sheets off the bed, and I had no idea where the pillows were. Quinton kissed his way back up my back before the final kiss landed on my cheek.

“Come on, baby. Let’s take a shower so I can let you rest.”

Quinton had enough strength left over to make up the bed before we both crashed into it and knocked out. He slept soundly on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him in place just in case his entire existence was just a dream.

It felt like I had just fallen asleep when his full lips pressed against mine. My eyes fluttered open from the best sleep I had in years.

“I’m about to take the boys to baseball practice,” he stated.

“What time is it?” I asked, rolling over onto my back.

“Don’t you get up, Shiloh. I want you to sleep in for a change. Didn’t you say the bakery truck was closed on weekends now?”