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“You’ve never explored your body before?” Drawing back, I see her hesitantly shake her head no. “You’re a gift, sweet girl. My gift.”

Lust glazes her eyes as she watches me lift her shirt and pull it over her head for better access to her magnificent tits. Round, perky, and a handful I’ll never get enough of. Dusky rose nipples point up at me, begging for a merciless sucking.

Locking my eyes on hers, I bend until one bud brushes my mouth. I wrap my lips around the flesh and massage it by rolling it across my teeth back and forth. When her mouth gapes, I open wide and take as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. Her cry of shock when I clamp down and begin sucking has my dick leaking and soaking my pants.

Continuing my ministrations to her stunning tits, I use my free hand to withdraw my cock. It springs free and slaps against her soaked panties until she bravely reaches forward and grips the thick girth.

“It’s soft,” she murmurs as I suckle at her other tit, “yet, so hard.” The wonder in her tone is nearly my undoing, and I almost say fuck it and plow into her body.

“Grip it hard,” I instruct. “Harder. It won’t break.”

She gasps as I spurt and leak all over her fingers. Yeah. She’s fucking holding me in both hands as she pumps torturously. I’ll fucking die a happy man if she keeps this up.

Slipping a hand into her panties, I rub and pinch her clit into a frenzy until she squirms and wails in my arms. Her scream of release takes me by surprise as she slumps against my chest, trying to catch her breath while quivering and twitching.

“Daddy, that was…” She sighs without finishing her thought.

“Lay back, Cece.”

She collapses on my desk, her body open for me to admire. I have to palm my dick roughly and tear her panties off as I stroke the beast firmly until my seed pumps out in long spurts of fluid. Coating her pussy in my cum, I aim for her stomach and chest until I’m drained.

Slamming a hand on the desk next to her hip, I use the other one to spread my semen across her body, pushing some in her tight cunt, and rubbing into her sensitive clit. Coating her tits in the salty liquid as she watches with heat in her stare.

“Such a good girl for Daddy. You know that, baby?”

She’s mesmerized as I lift a finger to her lips and trace the plump flesh before slipping through the small opening and painting her tongue with my baby batter.

CHAPTER 6

Cece

“You have to send it all back,” I sputter as I stare at the bags overflowing Carter’s den: clothes, makeup, electronics, shoes. A rack filled with evening gowns I’m pretty sure I’ll never wear.

All of it is for me.

According to Carter.

But I can’t accept such a lavish gift. Can I? I shake my head. No, I can’t. We’re just figuring out our relationship. I can’t possibly allow him to spoil me so rotten when there’s not a horse’s chance in hell of me ever reciprocating the gesture.

“Nope.” The smug ass just casually leans against the wall, watching me struggle with believing someone could be so kind as to shower me with all these things.

“It’s too much.”

“It’s not enough,” he counters, and I glare at him. “Look, you graduate next month; college is in three months, and you’ve been wearing my clothes. You need this stuff.”

“I could just go home and change clothes,” I whisper as emotion gets the best of me.

“You’re right. Go home, get your stuff. The problem is, this is your home. So this is your stuff.” Teardrops spill over, and I quickly wipe them away. “Don’t cry, sweet girl. Let me take care of you.”

“How can you say this is my home when we don’t even know what college I’ll get accepted to that offers me a scholarship?” What if I get comfortable here, and I have to leave? I think that’ll break my heart even more.

“Cece.” The sternness in his tone captures my attention, and through my tears, I look over at him. “I’m paying for wherever you want to go.” He drops this bombshell like it’s nothing. Like he’s suggesting he pays for dinner instead of eating at home.

“Do you know how much college costs? You can’t do that!” I shout the words because I’m overwhelmed, and it’s the only way for me to express this and not lose my mind.

“I’m aware, and it’s a done deal.”

He pulls out a white envelope and offers it to me. Recognizing the logo for Long Island University in the top corner, my hands begin to shake.

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