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“Say my name while I make you come, babygirl,” he growls.

The sound of Morrison unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper fills my ears and then he grips my cheeks, plunging his thick cock into my aching pussy. Morrison’s hand covers my mouth right as a scream is ripped from my core.

“Daddy, Daddy, fuck me harder…” I spasm around him and beg for more, my muffled words turning both of us rabid.

He saws in and out of me, tapping that extra-sensitive spot that makes me babble and see white. My Daddy holds me in place, one hand dipping into my pussy and rubbing my clit while the other grips my shoulder to give him more leverage.

“Come for me, babygirl. Need to feel it. Need you to get there,” he growls as he hammers into me. I try speaking but no sound comes out. I’m completely overwhelmed with white-hot liquid bliss as it pours out of me, my orgasm destroying me from the inside out. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Morrison pierces me with his hard cock and trembles as he holds himself deep inside. His dick throbs and releases a torrent of cum, painting my insides and then dripping down my thighs. He gasps for air as another wave flows out of him and into me.

I can’t feel my legs anymore, only my rapid heartbeat as it pulses along with the pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Let’s get you inside so I can clean you up and take care of you the way a Daddy should,” he murmurs before kissing the back of my sweaty neck. “I’m going to be so good to you, babygirl. I’ll make sure you never doubt me again.”

I nod and curl up in his arms. “I love you,” I whisper, unable to contain my truth any longer. Morrison freezes and I worry that I just ruined everything.

He peels me off of his chest and cradles the side of my face in his hand. “Micaela, I love you with all of my being. The connection we have is deeper, stronger, and more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s difficult to put into words, but please, babygirl, never doubt my love for you.”

I can’t hide the cheesy smile taking over my face. He kisses me once more, this time more slowly, like he’s savoring me and sealing his promises for all of time.

7

MORRISON

Ifinish polishing the silver handlebars, complete with ruby-encrusted skulls on the ends, then step back and admire my work. It’s a little over-the-top for my tastes, but damn, the black Italian leather seat and saddlebags look good with the silver finish and ruby accents.

This will be the first custom job I’ve completed under my new business, Motorcycles by Morrison. I already have ten more bikes lined up over the next six months, and I’m expecting business to boom after I drop off this custom piece next week.

Lorenzo made good on his promise to provide enough evidence to take Samuel Rillington down. Later that fateful day, he emailed me a dozen documents detailing the crimes of human trafficking, racketeering, and a laundry list of other crimes that ensure he’ll be behind bars for the rest of his life. Maverick Motors was seized for further investigation, and I was cleared of any wrongdoing after providing more evidence law enforcement could use against Samuel.

Last month, I officially opened my new business right here in my garage. It’s big enough to work on multiple projects and once I added some storage and workbenches, the shop really came together.

“I finished my test!” Micaela announces as she runs from the house into the garage. “Ninety-five percent!”

I grin at her and open my arms, lifting her up and spinning her around before setting my babygirl back on the ground. “I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.”

Micaela beams up at me, those green eyes sparkling as I shower her with praise. She’s more precious and perfect than I ever could have imagined. I hated hearing about the awful things her father used to say and do to her, but in the few months we’ve been together, I’ve watched Micaela blossom into an even more amazing woman than she was before. I hope I had something to do with that.

"Who would have thought - me of all people going to college. I mean, it's only a few online classes, but still."

“Hey now,” I gently reprimand. “What have we talked about? No belittling your accomplishments, remember? These classes are as legit as any other college classes and you’re smart and worthy of taking pride in that.”

“I still don’t know why you’re so good to me,” she murmurs, her hands crawling up my chest and wrapping around my neck.

“We’re good to each other, babygirl,” I whisper before taking her lips in a searing kiss.

Micaela moans and tilts her head back so I can bite and suck her sensitive skin there. Her fingernails claw down my chest and she makes quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans, giving me permission to do the same to her.

It's now my job to give Micaela everything she's ever wanted, starting with my swollen fucking cock. Gripping her hips, I spin her around so she's facing the workbench. I nibble on her pulse point and lick away the sting before grazing my lips on the shell of her ear.

“Hands on the bench, babygirl. Bend over and show me that ass.”

Micaela fucking moans and bends over, giving me permission to fulfill my deepest desire. I pull down her yoga pants and panties so they are around her knees, then smooth my hands over the soft, porcelain skin of her ass. She turns, looking at me over her shoulder. The image almost does me in, almost makes me come on the spot.

“Are you going to fuck me, or just look at me?” Micaela lifts a sassy eyebrow up in challenge.

I remove my hands and then bring one down to smack her bare ass cheek, loving the way it jiggles and turns pink. “That’s for sassing me, Micaela.”

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