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“Yes!” She spread her legs further apart, knowing she looked like a complete beggar but she didn’t care.

“Do you want my cock?” He slipped two fingers into her passage and she hissed with the slight relief his presence gave her.

“Please.”

The shuffling of clothes was his only response but then his hands were on her, cradling her hips, his thick cock pressed between her ass cheeks.

“If Daddy wanted to fuck your ass, what do think you’d do?”

“I’d let you,” she whispered, burying her head in the bed. She’d never attempted that but she always wanted to. It seemed so taboo, so new and exciting.

“Good to know.” He pulled her cheeks apart, running his long shaft up and down between her cheeks. “Maybe soon.” He released her, and his cock moved to her entrance.

He didn’t thrust into her like she wanted, instead, the head of his cock pushed at her entry, enticing her and teasing her.

“Please, Daddy!” she finally begged him. “Please.”

He chuckled again. “So, greedy tonight.” He thrust hard into her, and she jerked forward from the sudden movement.

“I need you,” she said as he pushed into her again, the bed squeaking beneath the force of his movements.

He stilled, lying across her back and bringing his mouth to her ear. “Daddy will always give you what you need.Always.” With that vow, he pressed his lips to her temple. “I think my little girl needs it rough tonight.”

“Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes and taking in his words, his presence.

His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pinning her to the bed. “Hold still for me, Carissa-girl.”

The next thrust nearly took her breath away, but it only took a few strokes of his thick cock inside her to not only leave her gasping for air but begging for release. She wiggled her hand beneath her. Her fingers pressed into her clit, massaging it as he continued to plow into her, rolling his pelvis as he met her ass.

The bed moved, she took a small step to stay with it as he continued to fuck her harder than she could recall ever being fucked. She tried to raise her head but he still had her pinned.

“Such a good girl. Fuck.” He growled and thrust again. “Come for me, Carissa-girl. Do what you’re told and come hard for me.”

She didn’t need much more than that, the pressure softened on her neck and he pressed his mouth to her ear. “Now, Carissa. Come now.” It could have been the gravelly tone, or the soreness of her ass as he continued to press into her that sparked the wick. Not that it mattered. Her body knew whom to obey, her body understood damn well that it no longer listened to or followed her orders, it only craved and desired him.

“Jamison!” She lifted one leg onto the bed, not to get away, but to take him in further, to feel every inch, every thick, delicious inch of his cock as he fucked her through the harsh pulsations of her orgasm.

He moved his hands down her back, drawing his nails across her skin before gripping her hips and pulling her back to him, making her meet each of his thrusts as he found his own release. One stroke, two, a grunt, then her name. He yelled out her name as he stilled, she could feel his cock twitching inside her. She felt him come hard, her pussy still clenching him and wanting more of everything he offered.

She needed that. Needed the rough and the hard, and he knew it. He would always give her what she needed. That’s what he’d said. And as she lay beneath him, feeling his heart pounding, hearing her own heart beating in her ears, she felt it.

Safety.

Chapter 13

Jamison walked up the steps of the women’s shelter. Carissa had been volunteering all afternoon, but it was time to go home and get ready for dinner with his father.

The prospect of having to speak with his father about the project that had Carissa so on edge had put a dark cloud over him as he rang the bell.

Going against his father in small ways hadn’t been very hard, though he’d never gone all out before. Jamison had refused to take on his father’s business, but still worked for him on occasion. Was he still looking for approval? He’d told himself that wasn’t it. He was a grown ass man who excelled at everything he put his mind to—he didn’t need his father’s pat on the back.

But just because you don’t need something doesn’t mean the heart doesn’t desire it.

Yet, there he stood, waiting for his girlfriend and feeling a tightening in his chest over how the evening was going to play out.

“Hey! You must be Jamison.” A young woman with short blonde hair pushed the front door open. “I’m Margaret. Carissa said you’d be coming by for her. Come on in.”

Jamison followed the woman inside, pulling the door shut behind him and waiting for the click of the lock before catching up to her down the hall. Offices lined either side of the hallway, phones rang and the click click of keys being punched on computers filled in the spaces.

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