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“I want to, I want to, I-I w-want…”

“Do it!” I yell, rearing back and throwing her legs over my shoulders. I pound that little pussy over and over, groaning along with her as her pussy squeezes me so goddamn tight.

Micaela claws at my chest and screams out her orgasm. She’s absolutely ruined, coming apart beneath me, squirming and tensing and trying to get away from this intense pleasure. I hold her in place, making her feel all of it, every single second.

Before she has a chance to recover, I pull out of her and grip her hips, flipping her around and positioning her on her hands and knees.

“Fuck,” I groan, sliding my hands up and down her back and then squeezing the soft flesh of her ass. I pull her cheeks apart and slam my thick dick into her pulsing little pussy, growling at the sloppy wet sounds we’re making as I fuck my woman hard and fast.

She moans and arches her back, wedging my cock deeper inside of her. “I’m so close already, I’m so close…”

I lean over her, covering her entire body with my large frame. I rest my hands on top of hers, caging her in and lacing our fingers together while I grind my cock into her swollen, beat-up little pussy.

“Harder, please, so fucking hard… so good. Please, Daddy.”

Her desperate cries have my balls drawing up tight as fire races through my veins. “Whatever you want, babygirl. I’ll give you everything.”

I rut into her, tearing her cunt apart. Micaela throws her head back, resting it on my shoulder. I turn my head and bite her neck, holding still inside of her as she comes. It’s quiet and brutal, the way her release overtakes her.

Feeling her orgasm from the inside out is indescribable. I fuck her through it, so fucking hard, as she sobs beneath me and soaks my cock. The bed creaks and the headboard slams against the wall, but I can’t stop.

Micaela screams and comes again, taking me with her. Right as my orgasm hits, the bed frame cracks and the mattress drops to the floor. I collapse on top of her, holding myself deep inside as the last of my cum shoots out of my dick.

We lie there, a sweaty, tangled mess until I eventually roll to the side. I drape Micaela's limp body over my chest and wrap my arms around her, tucking her head under my chin.

“You okay, babygirl?” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes out, making me laugh. “Do that again,” she says.

“Do what again? Fuck you? Give me a few minutes,” I chuckle.

“No, I mean… laugh. I like your laugh.” I freeze at her words and swallow down the lump in my throat. “But yeah, you can fuck me again too,” she sighs, snuggling deeper into my chest.

“I think I can arrange both of those things. I told you I’d give you whatever you want.”

“Mmmm,” she hums contentedly. I stroke her back and play with her wild, messy hair. I love knowing I caused her strawberry blonde curls to tangle and stick to the back of her sweaty neck. I love knowing I made her sweat, made her come, again and again.

I drift off to sleep with thoughts of making her this happy and satisfied for the rest of our lives.

4

MICAELA

Islowly become aware of my surroundings as I yawn and blink my eyes open. I’m tangled up in Morrison, the heat of his body making me tingle all over just thinking about everything we did last night.

His tongue on my heated skin, his kisses littering my body, and god, his thick cock sliding in and out of me, stretching me and bringing me to the brink of pleasure again and again before throwing me off the edge. I’ll never forget the gift he gave me last night. It was the most incredible first time anyone could have asked for and I feel lucky I got to experience it with Morrison.

My muscles ache in the most delicious way. I feel thoroughly used, worn out, and yet completely safe and loved. Part of me wants so badly to believe all of this is real, but I know better. Last night was a fairytale. A twisted, kinky fairytale to be sure, but perfect nonetheless.

When my phone beeps, I manage to slip out of bed without disturbing Morrison. He looks so peaceful, the first rays of sun peeking through the curtains and highlighting his chiseled features. The intensity and fierce edge he usually has is softer in the morning light. It’s far too easy to picture waking up to himlike this every morning. I’d curl back up into his side and maybe wake him up with kisses.

Another beep of my phone pulls me out of the daydream. A bucket of ice is dumped on my head when I read the notification on the screen. It’s from my banking app letting me know the payment from last night went through. Right. Of course. This was a business transaction.

Was it just business? Didn’t we share something incredible?

I replay every moment of last night, all of his sweet words and dirty promises. Morrison unlocked something in me I didn’t know existed. He opened up a whole new world and I guess I let myself get caught up in the fantasy.

Don’t be silly, my inner voice tells me. There’s no way Morrison really wants to keep me. We both had high emotions last night, coupled with the adrenaline of escaping my father at the auction house and the fact that we were interrupted in the Tease and Please room… It was inevitable that we were going to have sex. That’s what he paid for, after all.

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