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Her sweet moans were my only answer as I picked up the pace. She continued to clench around me like she didn’t want me to leave her body.

“Right there, don’t stop,” she cried out.

I honed in on that spot, slamming into her over and over. Her legs were still hooked over my shoulders, her back arched off the counter, chest rising and falling like she couldn’t catch her breath — and fuck, I loved knowing I was the reason.

I let one of her thighs slide down, catching her leg mid-fall and guiding it around my waist. She locked it there without hesitation, heels digging in like she didn’t want any space between us.

With my other hand, I slid up her body—fingers gliding over her stomach, her ribs—until my palm wrapped gently around her throat. I didn’t squeeze. I didn’t need to. Just the weight of my hand there, thumb brushing her jaw, was enough to pull her in. Her breath stuttered. Eyes locked on mine.

I tugged her forward, not hard—just enough to close the distance—and dipped my mouth to the soft skin beneath her ear. She moaned, low and wrecked, the sound vibrating right into my mouth as I kissed her there.

God, the way she gave in… the way she melted into the pressure, the heat, the rhythm of us—it undid me. I didn’t just want her close. I needed her shaking for me.

And right now, with her leg pulling me deeper and her moans tangled in my kiss, she was all mine. Her back arched, lips parted, and she gasped my name like it was the only word she knew.

“Breathe, baby. I got you.” I coached.

I continued to fuck her through it until I could feel my release following hers. I buried myself deep and let go, groaning into her skin like I could disappear there. I filled her—bare, deep, and without apology.

I released a breath as I slowly lowered her other leg. Our foreheads rested against one another’s.

“Damn.”

It was the only word I could form after that shit. Willow giggled against me as we finally found the energy to pull a part. I lifted her from the counter to stand and she stumbled a little before she got it together. My nut slid down her thigh, so I reached over to grab a few paper towels from the counter to help clean her up.

She turned with her ass turned up in front of me and her cheeks poked out the bottom of her sundress, making my dick harden again. But I knew we still had plans for tonight with her parents.

I tapped her ass. “You know I’m ‘bout to walk in there with your pussy all over me like a damn cologne, right?”

She glanced over her shoulder and laughed with a roll of her eyes.

“You like it, though.” She responded, then popped her ass with her tongue out.

“Keep it up and we not gone make it.” I warned her.

She giggled as she stood upright, then walked over to place a kiss on my lips. I shook my head because if this was what life was going to look like. Sign me up.

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DINNER WITH THE DAWSON’S

I finally made it back to the Dawsons’ place. By the time Willow and I got cleaned up, I raced to drop her off at her parents’ place before heading to grab Charlie from my parents, but not before I hopped in the shower. Good thing my mother had made a few slices of her famous Sweet Potato Poundcake. I didn’t want to go in empty handed.

Charlie had talked me to death the entire ride to Willow’s parents’ house. She wanted to know whose house we were going to? Why was I late picking her up, because she didn’t like to be outside too late. The questions went on and on, I was just happy that we had finally made it. She was gone put on her shy act the moment we got to the door. I needed the reprieve.

I got out and then let Charlie out of the car. I got down on one knee so we would be face to face. I wanted to make sure she understood what I expected of her when we went into this damn house.

“Okay, listen. We’re getting ready to meet some new people. I need you to get in here and mind your manners. Don’t touch anything without permission, understood? If you do good, daddy gone take you to get one toy you want tomorrow from the store.”

She groaned. “Only one.”

“How about none?” I asked with a lift of my brow.

She wrapped her little arms around my neck and hugged me tight.

“One is good!” she exclaimed.

I shook my head and lifted her. This little girl was a trip. I reached into the backseat to grab the bag with the poundcake my mom sent over, then locked the door and made my way to the front door. I rang the doorbell and waited only a few minutes before Willow was pulling it open.

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