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“Yes,” she screams, grinding down against me, she’s close, I can feel the way that her body is tensing, it’s not going to take much more until she detonates.

She’s almost primed and ready for me. This time when I take her, I’ll know to watch her and take my cues from her. I don’t want to hurt her again.

I swipe along her folds, teasing her. The moment she throws her head back, I push my tongue into her pussy and set about fucking her.

“Ohhh,” she cries. “Oh, Daddy.”

I switch it up, replacing my tongue with my fingers, and she practically mewls at the feeling of two digits inside her.

Oh, now I’m excited to know what she’ll be like when she finally has my cock inside of her. I swirl my tongue around her clit, and she bucks against me. She’s so fucking close.

“Come on, baby girl,” I growl. “Give it to me. Flood my mouth with your juices.”

Her back arches, her grip on the desk tightens, her nails clawing at it, and her pussy clenches around my fingers. This is it. I withdraw my fingers and spear her pussy with my tongue.

She detonates, she comes un-fucking-done. Sobbing as her orgasm washes over her. She’s crying out my name over and over again.

I lap at her juices, loving her taste. There’s no fucking way I’m giving her up. She’s given me the sweetest gift ever, and I’m going to cherish it.

It sounds crazy even to my own mind, but fuck, I’ve never been more certain about anything else in this world.

Anna-Beth Winters is mine.

CHAPTER FIVE

ANNA-BETH

He gets to his feet, his mouth soaked from my juices. God, he’s so damn handsome. The man is just sex-personified. I know that we shouldn’t be doing this. That it’s wrong. He was married to my mother, for crying out loud, but I can’t stop it. There’s just something about Tate King that makes me weak in the knees. My heart wants him, but my head doesn’t.

I have no idea what’s going to happen after today, but I’m going to enjoy the ride. What comes next, well, I’ll deal with that when the time comes.

His lips curve into a smile as he reaches for my legs and steps between them. His cock nudging at the entrance to my pussy. I’ve never felt as cherished or wanted as I have with him. I’ve had boyfriends, but they were only after one thing. I was so caught up with looking after my mom that I couldn’t give them what they needed. More attention than it was worth. The only person that got my attention was my mom, and I was her career, I didn’t have the emotional capacity to give someone everything when I wouldn’t get it back.

But with Tate, it’s different, and I’m not sure why.

My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, I stare into his beautiful brown eyes as he drives into me with one sharp thrust. He stills as he does. This time it’s not as sore as the previous time.

“Just hold on,” he tells me. “Breathe through your nose, and adjust to me.” He continues to be still, his eyes on me, watching me, no doubt assessing my pain. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he says softly.

I never thought that he’d be this gentle, that he’d be so sweet with me. I think that’s one of the reasons that I’m willing to do this with him. He’s giving me everything, showing me that he wants me. It’s not just about him. I adore that.

I wiggle a little, loving the slight burn that I feel as he gets a little deeper inside of me. His cock withdraws slightly, and then he pushes it into me, feeding it inch by inch. There’s a little pain from him stretching me, but the pleasure by far outweighs that.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts, thrusting deep inside me. “All mine,” he snarls, his teeth bared as he continues to fuck me.

“What,” I reply with a gasp as he picks up his pace. I can’t be hearing correctly. There’s no way that he said that I’m his. No way in hell.

“You are mine,” he growls as he rotates his hips, thrusting harder and harder into me. “This isn’t a one-time thing,” he snarls. “You’ve given me the greatest gift a man can get. You’re mine, Anna-Beth, I’m not letting you go.”

“But—”

He shakes his head, punching his hips as he drives his cock into me. “But nothing, baby girl. You’re mine, and I don’t give a fuck what anyone says.”

I cry out as his fingers tighten on my hips, biting into the flesh. I’m getting used to it, to him, I grind down on him, meeting him thrust for thrust. My head is swimming with his words. How is this even going to work? The entire town knows that he was married to my mom, they know that once upon a time I was his stepdaughter.

“Whatever the fuck you’re thinking. Stop.”

“You’re my step-father, you were, at least, what are people going to say?” I whimper as he continues to fuck me harder.

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