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mother screamed for me from the house, hell and fury in her voice.
“Get back inside and take your punishment,” he said, irritated.
Feeling the frustration roll inside of me, I couldn’t stop myself. “You ain’t no real daddy! You are chicken shit. A real daddy wouldn’t let her hurt us!”
My father’s shocked face didn’t stop me. “She’s a crack whore just like Aunt Stephanie said,” I unleashed as Amber cried in my arms. My father dismounted the tractor and stood above me as my sister trembled in my arms.
“You don’t like the way things are around here, missy, you can get.” I shook my head as he gripped my upper arm and pulled me toward the house.
“Daddy, please for once just tell her not to hit Amber. Please, Daddy.” I begged and begged to no avail as he dragged me into the house with Amber still in tow and deposited us on the living room floor. He looked up at my mother as a sinister smile covered her face.
“Handle your daughters,” he barked as he gave me one last look.
When the screen slammed shut, I looked on as my father crossed the drive back into the field. I swore from that day on I would never trust a man to protect me.
That Saturday, I was at home running on my treadmill and burning off a binge of tacos I’d partaken in the night before. I was on my third mile when I spotted a dark figure at the door.
“What the fuck,” I screamed as I tumbled off my treadmill and landed on the floor. I was on my feet in seconds as I looked up to a howling Daniello. He looked gorgeous in black slacks and a t-shirt.
Fire raced through my veins as I took the two steps to confront him.
“How the hell did you get into my condo!”
He raised a brow. “Not happy to see me?”
“Not at all and answer my question,” I snapped as his chuckle slowed, but his smile deepened.
“If I want in, I get in,” he smarted back as I brushed past him, my breathing heavy. I didn’t want him to see I was turned on. He stopped me and brought me back to him. I was covered in sweat and he smelled like a man, and soap and heaven, reminding me of our last encounter. I wiggled to get away as he held me tightly to him and whispered in my ear.
“You missed me a little,” he chided, feathering my hard nipple with his fingertips, his breath whispering over my goose bump covered skin.
“Let’s get something straight,” I said, still wrapped in his embrace, eyeing the alarm on my front door. It was lit green and I couldn’t understand how he’d bypassed my system completely. “You are not welcome here any time you choose. You want to pl—” My sentence was cut short as his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of my sweats. “Play,” I finished. “You make arrangements to play.”
“I want to lick your pussy,” he whispered as I involuntarily shivered in his arms. “Just a taste before I leave.” He scooped me up and carried me to my couch, taking off my sneakers. “I have been craving you, Taylor. Does this please you?”
I didn’t answer as he eyed me, pulling down my sweats and then my panties to spread my legs.
“Don’t send me flowers. I think you knew better,” I said as he kissed the inside of my thigh.
He paused his movements, his hands braced on my thighs, and his stare turning deadly.
“I do not fucking take orders,” he said with menace, his fingers digging roughly into my skin. My lips parted at his change in demeanor. He’d gone from playfully sexy to downright deadly in mere seconds.
And with the introduction of his wrath, the spark of need I was feeling turned into addiction.
Noticing my change, Daniello quickly removed his hands from my thighs. “What a fucking shame,” he sighed.
“What is?” I asked, lifting myself up to sit on the couch and pulling a blanket over my naked bottom half.
He stood with a sigh, his erection bulging, and just inches from my watering mouth.
“That fucking mouth,” he snapped as he walked toward my front door. Turned on and
“Get back inside and take your punishment,” he said, irritated.
Feeling the frustration roll inside of me, I couldn’t stop myself. “You ain’t no real daddy! You are chicken shit. A real daddy wouldn’t let her hurt us!”
My father’s shocked face didn’t stop me. “She’s a crack whore just like Aunt Stephanie said,” I unleashed as Amber cried in my arms. My father dismounted the tractor and stood above me as my sister trembled in my arms.
“You don’t like the way things are around here, missy, you can get.” I shook my head as he gripped my upper arm and pulled me toward the house.
“Daddy, please for once just tell her not to hit Amber. Please, Daddy.” I begged and begged to no avail as he dragged me into the house with Amber still in tow and deposited us on the living room floor. He looked up at my mother as a sinister smile covered her face.
“Handle your daughters,” he barked as he gave me one last look.
When the screen slammed shut, I looked on as my father crossed the drive back into the field. I swore from that day on I would never trust a man to protect me.
That Saturday, I was at home running on my treadmill and burning off a binge of tacos I’d partaken in the night before. I was on my third mile when I spotted a dark figure at the door.
“What the fuck,” I screamed as I tumbled off my treadmill and landed on the floor. I was on my feet in seconds as I looked up to a howling Daniello. He looked gorgeous in black slacks and a t-shirt.
Fire raced through my veins as I took the two steps to confront him.
“How the hell did you get into my condo!”
He raised a brow. “Not happy to see me?”
“Not at all and answer my question,” I snapped as his chuckle slowed, but his smile deepened.
“If I want in, I get in,” he smarted back as I brushed past him, my breathing heavy. I didn’t want him to see I was turned on. He stopped me and brought me back to him. I was covered in sweat and he smelled like a man, and soap and heaven, reminding me of our last encounter. I wiggled to get away as he held me tightly to him and whispered in my ear.
“You missed me a little,” he chided, feathering my hard nipple with his fingertips, his breath whispering over my goose bump covered skin.
“Let’s get something straight,” I said, still wrapped in his embrace, eyeing the alarm on my front door. It was lit green and I couldn’t understand how he’d bypassed my system completely. “You are not welcome here any time you choose. You want to pl—” My sentence was cut short as his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of my sweats. “Play,” I finished. “You make arrangements to play.”
“I want to lick your pussy,” he whispered as I involuntarily shivered in his arms. “Just a taste before I leave.” He scooped me up and carried me to my couch, taking off my sneakers. “I have been craving you, Taylor. Does this please you?”
I didn’t answer as he eyed me, pulling down my sweats and then my panties to spread my legs.
“Don’t send me flowers. I think you knew better,” I said as he kissed the inside of my thigh.
He paused his movements, his hands braced on my thighs, and his stare turning deadly.
“I do not fucking take orders,” he said with menace, his fingers digging roughly into my skin. My lips parted at his change in demeanor. He’d gone from playfully sexy to downright deadly in mere seconds.
And with the introduction of his wrath, the spark of need I was feeling turned into addiction.
Noticing my change, Daniello quickly removed his hands from my thighs. “What a fucking shame,” he sighed.
“What is?” I asked, lifting myself up to sit on the couch and pulling a blanket over my naked bottom half.
He stood with a sigh, his erection bulging, and just inches from my watering mouth.
“That fucking mouth,” he snapped as he walked toward my front door. Turned on and
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