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“Yes. Oooo, I feel it. You’re so deep. Harder.”
I asked and he delivered. The next thing I knew, he had me on my back with my knees to my chest as he was pounding into me like he was going for the kill. My screams echoed in the room as I scratched up his back.
“K-Kerrion! Steel! Baby, . . . fuck!”
“That’s it, love. Let daddy hear how good this shit is to you. This pussy sounding off in this muthafucka. Make her squirt for me, love.”
My pussy didn’t need my permission. The way he was stroking her and my clit had me gushing against him in a matter of seconds. He didn’t stop there. I kept cumming, and he kept stroking me through two additional orgasms before he filled me with his seeds. As he hovered over me, panting heavily, my body trembled with immense pleasure.
“You—oh, you dirty bastard,” I complained. “I can’t move.”
He chuckled as he eased out of me, causing the tremors to multiply.
“I gave you what you wanted, right?”
I didn’t answer as he left the bed to go grab a towel. I heard water running in the tub as he returned to clean me up. When he was done, he scooped me up bridal style.
“Let’s get you into a bath, love. You’re gonna feel that in the morning.”
As he carried me into the bathroom, I looked at the huge wet spot in the middle of his bed. If I had to feel it in the morning, at least it was fucking worth it.
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I feltthe truck jerk as we came to a stop.
It was early Wednesday morning, and we’d been preparing for this all night.
Pops sat next to me, watching me, not saying a word, while Quaid sat across from us doing the same while working on his laptop. When Deuce asked Neha for her father’s name, I already had plans to do that nigga in. Of course, the family wanted to get at him, but it was on me to take care of his bitch ass.
Pops came with me for moral support, while Quaid was here to do this tech shit. Jaeda wanted to come, but he told her to sit her ass down and bake his baby, so that was what she did. We’d hopped on the private jet and made the two-hour flight over to handle business.
Quaid did some digging into the backgrounds of every officer on the payroll, to find out which one was the most hard up for some cash. A nigga by the name of Janson Pollock had a nice little gambling problem, so he was the easiest target. Pops reached out to a contact of his and set everything up. We paid him twenty bands to slip us a couple of uniforms and let us in through the delivery entrance.
“You good?” Pops asked.
“I’m straight.”
I was a little in my head about this shit, to be honest. We’d done a lot of shit, but breaking into a prison to commit murder wasn’t one of them. However, it needed to be done. This nigga was the root of my problem of not even knowing I had a child. While Neha played her part, the trauma he inflicted over her childhood played a bigger one, and that shit was unforgivable.
I had to do him in.
“I need to talk to my baby,” I said, pulling out my phone.
I sent her a FaceTime call, and she picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, Daddy.”
“Hey, princess. What you doing?”
“Mom’s about to do my hair for school.”
“I know she’s gonna have you looking beautiful as always. I miss you.”
“I miss you too. Can you pick me up today? I wanna see Grandma Tavia and Grandpa Hershel.”
“I got you, baby. I want you to have a good day at school, okay?”
“I’ll try. Can we go to the movies this weekend?”
