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"Are you going to come for Daddy?" I growl. "I want to feel that tight little pussy squeeze me as you come all over my cock. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes!" she gasps.

"Good girl," I rasp, increasing my pace. Just like I know she wants, I finally reach beneath her and circle her swollen clit with my thumb, making her spine go stiff and her breath catch. "Come for me, baby girl. Give it to me."

Sweet Kelly gives me everything I want and more, exploding as I fuck her through her orgasm. Nothing has ever been as beautiful as she is in this moment, and nothing has ever sounded as fucking hot as the noises she makes as she comes. Her cries fill the air, and I don't stop fucking her nice and steady until the tremors subside.

When I come, it's a fight to stay standing. My knees threaten to buckle as I bury myself completely inside her, emptying my load. She feels so good that it's almost painful, and when I pull out, I can't help but stare at the sight of my come dripping down her thighs.

I pull her to her feet and kiss her softly, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"How was that?" I whisper.

"Perfect," she says. "Like it was … I don't know. Like it was meant to happen."

"I know what you mean," I say, kissing her temple. "Do you want to go take a shower with me and then go to bed? It's late."

"I'd love that," Kelly says softly.

I'd love it, too. As she loops her arms around my neck and kisses me softly, standing on her toes, I think I might love a whole lot more than just the thought of spending the rest of the night together.

It makes no fucking sense, considering I've only known her for a few days, but I think I love Kelly Davidson, too.

5

KELLY

Things with Cam are, to put it lightly, amazing. Incredible. Just … wow.

I know I'm inexperienced when it comes to relationships, but being with him just feels right.

He's sweet, protective, and makes sure I'm always taken care of. After we made love on his couch, he cleaned me up in the shower and tucked me into his bed, curling up around me and whispering comforting things until I fell asleep. There was no awkwardness in the morning, either, just another home-cooked breakfast before he had to head off for work.

Over the past few weeks, we've settled into a sort of routine. Cam works three days a week, and on the days he doesn't, he comes over and helps me turn my fixer-upper into my dream home. Cam is like a one-man renovation team, painting and building and even installing new hardwood floors.

I can't believe how lucky I am.

But today is Friday, which means that I have a full day to myself. Cam is working until 4 PM, so I've decided to spend the day doing some much-needed shopping. I need a few things for the house and some new clothes. I figure it'll be a good way to kill a few hours while Cam is fixing planes or whatever it is he does.

I make it downtown and park in one of the many open spaces. The weather is beautiful today, and as I grab my purse and get out of my car, I can't help but smile. Life is good, and there's a pep in my step as I walk towards my destination.

As I walk, I can't help but remember what Cam said about keeping an eye out for anyone following me or looking at me funny. I'm pretty sure that's just his protective nature coming through, though. We haven't seen any sign of a stalker since the incident with the door.

There isn't much as far as big superstores go in Covington, but I'm learning to love the smaller, quieter businesses. I pick up a few cute matching workout sets for all the runs Cam has insisted I join him on—in no small part because of the secluded, wooded trails we've taken full, naughty advantage of—and add some lingerie on as a special surprise.

After that, I grab some things for dinner and enjoy the slow, sun-soaked afternoon as I stroll downtown on my way back to my car. Cam has proven to be the better cook out of the two of us, but I'm not far from catching up.

He's also proven to be possessive as hell, bordering on obsessive, but I sort of like it. Okay, I really like it, if I'm being honest with myself. Cam is quiet and well-respected in town, but if some man looks at me a little too long, a totally different part of him rises to the surface.

I like it. I like him, maybe even love him. I'm still trying to decide if it's just because this is all so new to me, but I don't think so. It feels way too real, too genuine for that.

I smile as I load the groceries into my car, waving at a few of the locals I've met through Cam and chit-chatting for a minute before heading home. I've still got a lot of time before Cam gets home, but there is always a project that needs to be done in the old Colonial. Right now, I'm working on sanding down and repainting the kitchen cabinet doors that Cam removed for me last week.

Once home, I grab my things and take them inside. I stop dead in my tracks when I enter, using the back door that opens right into the kitchen. Slowly setting my purchases down on the counter, I approach the beautiful bouquet. It's at least two dozen red roses—not my favorite, a little too cliche—but surprise flowers of any variety are lovely.

Smiling, I snap a picture of them and text it to Cam.

Me: Thanks for the flowers <3

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