Page 34 of His Love

“I love you too, baby. So much.”

Angel hissed from the carrier she was in, breaking our special moment. I groaned and pressed my forehead to Paisley’s. Her body shook with giggles.

“I do not love that damn cat.”

“Poor Angel,” Paisley said sympathetically. “She doesn’t like change.”

“She doesn’t like anything. Cat toys, cat food, her cat bed, other cats, people, me…”

Paisley’s hands covered my mouth as she shook with giggles again.

“You’re growing on her, Daddy! She didn’t bite you yesterday.”

“No, she didn’t bite me yesterday, but the verdict is still out on today.” I eyed the hissing monster with distaste. “Are you sure we can’t leave that little shit at your apartment for the next tenants?”

“Daddy!” she scolded.

I sighed and kissed her nose.

Grinning back at me, she stroked my beard. “Are you ready to move into our house?”

“I am. I have lots of things planned for tonight to make sure we christen every room.”

Her body wiggled against mine and my cock hardened in my jeans.

“Like what?” she asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“For starters I’m going to eat that pretty pussy in every room in the house.”

“You are?”

“Yes, I can’t wait to see you laid out for me, that sweet, sexy body just waiting to orgasm.”

Needy whimpers rolled from her lips.

“And then I am going to fuck your sweet cunt on the island in the kitchen. When we toured the house that was the first thing I pictured. You bent over the island, tits pressed against the marble, toes barely reaching the ground, and sweet cries rolling from your mouth as I took you hard and fast.”

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Trembling thighs, sopping slit, and needy whimpers filled all of my senses. Paisley was just as beautiful as I’d imagined when I pictured her pale skin against the dark marble. “Fucking beautiful,” I growled as I stepped back between her knees.

“Daddy, please,” she cried. Poor baby. She needed to come so badly.

“I know baby, your pussy is so ready for me. It’s so wet for Daddy. Daddy just has to have one more taste first, okay?”

“Noo,” she sobbed.

“I know, Daddy’s so mean,” I teased, lifting her thighs over my shoulders and her cunt to my mouth.

Using quick, firm licks, I brought her orgasm quickly. Her moans filled the room along with the scent of her arousal. Fuck, I loved her smell.

Lowering her legs, I stepped back and flipped her over. Snatching down my pants, I lined my cock up with her entrance. Her hands gripped the edge of the kitchen island and a thrill ran down my spine when I pictured her eating pancakes at this island later—eating them in the very place I defiled her.

“Daddy,” she cried again, begging me to fill her empty cunt.

I grabbed her hips and plunged forward. My groin met the fleshy part of her ass with a satisfying smack.

Pulling back out and thrusting again with the bruising force, I watched her back bow.

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