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Feeling so fucking grateful, so lucky to have my girl in my life, and now our baby too.

I turn her to face me, taking my hands and placing them on either side of her face. My eyes lock onto her teary ones. “I love you, little girl.”

She blinks away the tears and her lip quivers. “I love you too.”

Our lips collide and sparks ignite as I close my eyes and embrace her and our future.

A cure for the perfect addiction.

ChapterTwenty

Jade

All that time, Tommy had been gone, and not one of them breathed a word about his whereabouts. Not once.

I believed he had run off into the sunset with his ex when, in reality, he was working on himself for me, for us.

I guess it was their way of protecting me. Doubting his ability to follow through and combat his demons.

But they doubted his strength and our love for one another.

When I discovered I was pregnant a few weeks after he left, Mr. Marino was surprisingly sympathetic, considering I was having a baby out of wedlock, with his son, no less.

He allowed me to continue working at the local bakery while undertaking cooking classes, telling me it was a good move to make to become a perfect housewife and mother. Something until now I hadn’t thought much of.

Maybe this was his hope all along?

“I really need to fuck you now, little girl,” Tommy pants as he pulls his lips from mine. He grinds his hard cock against me, causing wetness to pool in my panties.

“Yes, yes please,” I breathe out as he steals kisses, lifting my dress around my waist. “My room.” I tap his shoulder. “Take me to my room.”

He nods against my neck, then he sinks his teeth into the skin with a groan while I tackle tugging his belt open. Lifting me, I wrap my legs around him as he walks us up the stairs.

“Second door. On the right,” I pant as our tongues fight desperately against one another’s.

“Mmm, fuck, you taste so good.” He pulls back as he kicks open my door. “Missed you so damn much.” Then he pushes it shut with his ass.

Gently, he lowers me onto the bed, then tears his shirt from his chest, his eyes trained on me as I pull my dress over my head, exposing my white bra and lace panties. Heat travels over my body with the hungry look in his eyes; he’s devouring me. His body is rigid, and the veins protruding across his chest show me he’s restraining himself.

Those olive abs of his are on full display, and I want nothing more than to run my tongue along them, feeling every ridge and ripple as I do.

“Fuck, little girl.” His heavy eyes flash with desire, the lust oozing from them giving me the confidence to peel my bra from my body and slip my panties down my legs as he remains frozen on the spot.

Sitting up on my elbows, I widen my legs, giving him the perfect view of my bare pussy, and move my finger to lazily stroke over my swollen clit. My arousal coats my digit as I repeat the motion, this time slipping inside my pussy hole and earning a low growl from him.

“Fuck.” He snaps out of his trance, kicking his socks and shoes off at rapid speed and dropping his pants and boxers in one swoop, revealing his thick, solid cock with precum dripping from the bulging head.

He tugs it tightly a few times and hisses through his teeth at the contact. “Please, Daddy,” I beg. “I need you to fill me.”

“Fuck. Yes.” He crawls onto the bed. “Only Daddy can fuck this little pussy.” He drags his fingers over my slit and down into my wetness. A moan slips from my lips when he rubs his finger against mine, encouraging me. We both push our fingers inside me, and his eyes flicker between my pussy and my face as though he’s scared of missing out on something. I buck against him with need, and he lets out a low chuckle. Then he positions himself between my legs, with his eyes transfixed on my fingers, when he withdraws his own.

“Only Daddy can fill you, right, little girl?” He tacks on while watching my finger play.

“Yes, only you. Only ever you.” I buck my hips up again.

“Good girl, keep playing with your little cunt while Daddy fills you.” He strokes his cock up and down my slit, nudging at my entrance with each downstroke as I push up against him, making his lips tip up at my response.

“Fuck. You’re needy, little girl.”

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