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“Thank you, Angel.”

“For what?”

“Feeding me.” I lick her again, loving the way she melts on my tongue.

“Fuck me,” she says next.

Haley starts ripping at my shirt while I take care of my pants. Turning her around, I press her hands to the window. “Spread your legs, Angel.”

She lifts onto her toes, and I slam home in one thrust.

“You take this cock so well.” I rail her hard while she gets a great view of the street. “Such a good.” Slam. “Girl.” Slam. “You needed Daddy’s cock so bad, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she grunts. “I couldn’t wait another minute.”

I bite her shoulder, kneading her tits hard like she loves and fuck her until she’s a quivering mess. Tugging her hair, I rotate my hips and slam into her harder. “You’re doing such a good job, Angel. Letting me use all your holes.”

She’s close to another orgasm.

Pulling out, I spin her around and lift her up, then impale her again. I fuck her on the desk, the chair, the wall, and we finally land on the large conference table. Haley grips the edge, holding on for dear life while I fuck her mercilessly.

“That’s it, Angel. Come around my cock.” Holding her with a nice hand necklace, I make her look at me. “Stay with me,” I growl. “Stay right here. Look at me when you come, Angel.”

She rubs her clit while I rearrange her insides and less than a minute later, she’s screaming my name.

I unload at the same time she does, and we both sink into each other. My heart’s beating a mile a minute.

Christ, I might stroke out.

We finally peel off each other to catch our breaths.

“Nice touch with the mask.”

“Thought you’d appreciate it.” Haley keeps her legs wrapped around me. “I missed you all day today.”

“Oh yeah?” I nip her bottom lip. “Me or this dick?”

“Is there a difference?” she teases.

I spank her ass for that one.

She makes another snarky comment, and I spank her ass two more times.

“Keep punishing me and I’ll come again,” she warns.

Quick as a whip, I bend her over and spank her until she’s a writhing mess, clawing at the table. Her ass is a beautiful cherry red now.

She giggles, stumbling when she tries to stand again. “We need to play PIG again. I’m making it my life’s mission to kick your ass every time so I can have more free-use days.” Her hand sails down to play with her clit again.

“Greedy girl.” I slap her hand away and sink to my knees so I can eat her until she comes again. Haley’s insatiable. I think I’ve created a monster.

After I’ve made her come so much, she begs to me stop; I get her dressed and we head out for an early dinner.

“I have a surprise for you,” she says, as we sit in our favorite booth at the Screaming Pelican. Haley pulls out a little box and pushes it across the table.

“I can’t wait to see what this year’s hideous ornament will be.” Last year, she got us a sloth-faced Santa riding an ostrich. It was disturbing. It’s also my favorite so far.

Opening the package, I freeze, confusion eating up my brain cells.

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