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💖 Daddy'S Kitten 💖 (One of 13 Stand Alone Books in the Bundle)

After breakfast, her blue eyes lit up a little, and she asked, “Do you think you could help me get inside the trailer when we go get my car? I have some things I’d like to get from my room.”

I pointed to my own big mug and asked, “Does this look like a face that has ever let a little lock and key dissuade it?”

“Dissuade, huh? Pretty fancy word for a tough guy like yourself.” I could tell she enjoyed the gentle sparring as much as I did.

“So you think I’m studly, is what I hear you saying. In that case, call me Mr. Breaking and Entering.” My sexy companion regarded me with amusement from the front seat.

Her honey-colored thighs were still on display in the passenger seat, since she had to wear the same outfit today. Thank you, sweet Mary Magdalene, for gigantic favors.

I imagined lowering myself between them and abrading her flesh with my scruff. Making her moan about it, pausing to inspect whether I could smell her pussy leaking.

“What’s that?!” Intense astonishment touched her pale face. “Pull over, please!” Jessica leapt out before I came to a complete stop at the curb, running right up to her car, parked in the grocery parking lot. There was a cheap, plastic “for sale” sign which she yanked out from under its windshield wiper, shaking it in the air. “This is his number. It’s my car!” Her voice was hoarse with frustration. “He’s thinks he can sell my car right out from under me? Do you know how many houses I had to clean to save up for this piece of junk?!” She threw back her head and placed her hands on her hips, meeting my stare. “What?” She challenged.

I shrugged, as if I didn’t know what she was talking about. “Let’s just leave it here for now so we can get your stuff.” This spitfire side of her was one I admired, but my annoyance at the number of wrongs against her made me grit my teeth. Offenses such as these, committed against an innocent, demanded vengeance. I told myself it could wait. Taking care of her, getting her things, that was number one priority.

It was a quiet ride to the trailer park, and she rode the entire way, stewing, the anger coming off of her in waves.

Upon arrival, she leapt out and took long, purposeful strides, heading for the front porch, climbing its wobbling ramp and banging on the front door.

Her blue eyes darkened like precious sapphires. 

Cazo, she was pissed.

Her glare burned through me, and I allowed it. Obviously, I wasn’t the one she was mad at.

“Why are you looking at me like your mind is full of dirty promises when what I need you to do is figure out is how to get into that shack?” She stuck her thumb out at the chintzy front door of the trailer.

More like hovel.

It really was a “shack.”

Still, I wouldn’t stand for sass.

“I really don’t care.” I could tell I was staring at her like I wanted to eat her up. “You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now in front of your whole damn neighborhood.”

Biting her lip, she looked away. Then back again, her soft voice urging me, “Who cares what the neighbors think. Let them talk.”

That did it.

I gently, but firmly, pushed her back until she was pressed against the cheap, chipping paint job of the trailer’s siding, trapped. Christ, this girl was like a Maserati found in a swamp. I needed to get her out of here asap, before it put out her spirit, her precious flame, extinguished with no oxygen to fuel her fire.

I wanted to be her oxygen.

Our eyes drilled into each other across a sudden ringing silence. My mouth covered hers hungrily, leaving my lips ablaze. She raised up on her toes to meet my kiss, and my fingers slipped into the neckline of her tank top.

Gently, my hand outlined the circle of her perfect breast.

“Uh, Lorenzo,” she cautioned.

That same hand seared a path down her abdomen, and I slid my hand slid across her silken belly. She spoke in a fractured whisper, “Daddy.”

The single word made a lusty feeling of warmth spread throughout my body and I pulled away when an electric shock scorched my balls, strapping my hips and lower back. “Just one more.” Again, my mouth swooped down to capture hers and my length pressed against her front, hard steel against her supple pliability, and I wanted to rip her shorts off, pull her panties down and fuck her against the rickety aluminum hovel in front of all to see. I’d send that hut sprawling to the ground with my thrusts.

There’d be no denying she was mine that way.

My size was impossible for some women, and others had assured me it filled them up so good. I grew bigger still, thinking of her pussy tightening around my shaft, milking me of every drop of cum.

Jessica kept pulling on my tongue with her greedy mouth, and it didn’t make things any easier.

“We stop now, or I don’t stop.” If it sounded like I was in pain, it’s because I was. I stood and adjusted myself, causing unchecked laughter to rise from her throat.

“Proud of yourself, baby girl? You like making daddy hard for you?”

“I’m sorry. I just realized where we were for the first time since you shoved me up against this thing.” A devilish look came into her eyes. “We’re in public, you know.”

“You having bad thoughts, kitten? You want to tell me all about those public sex fantasies of yours? There’ll be time for that later. Right now, let’s go get your stuff.”

The next-door neighbor’s lawn had decor at least, and tacky as the flamingoes, pinwheels, garden gnomes, and wind chimes hanging off a porch light were, they were at least someone’s attempt at making things a little homier.

Jessica’s place had none of that.

No flowers for my love.

No framed art covered the walls for my kitten. She made due, taping her own crayon-colored and water painted creations of hers to the walls of her bedroom. The pictures featuring whimsical animals: a cow on a couch with its legs tucked under like a cat, a rabbit knitting a blanket, taking her tea on a wicker chair. The staging was for shit, and her work deserved to be framed in gold. Her attempt to pretty up the place hurt my heart.

Just a single plastic chair blown over in the backyard, and there were tire tracks covering the ground around a coffee can spilling over with cigarette butts. The interior smelled like bug spray and sweltered like a sauna. There was no one at home.

“Isn’t there A/C in this thing?” I asked her.

“Broke. Just like just about every other thing in the place. Everything except this.” She held up a stuffed dog, and I sure as hell would not be the one to tell her he was just as worn as the aluminum surface we’d just been making out on. “Leopold. Leo for short.”

“Is he the only one?” I grimaced in good humor.

She reached under the bed and yanked out a vintage blue suitcase, the old-fashioned kind with white stitching around its edges, and plopped it on the bed.

Her eyes brightened with pleasure. “Nope. This is the mother load, right here.” She popped the top open to reveal a zoo’s worth of stuffed animals, all blinged out with distinctive rhinestone jewels, feathers, and paint. 

“Wow. That’s quite a collection you have there.”

Her eyes brightened with pleasure, and she had no fucking clue. All the days I’d dreamt of my tongue lashing inside her, working her open, driving her wild… and now she was here, and I was still playing the waiting game.

It was sheer torture.

My eyes caressed her with lusting, invisible strokes, hoping she’d read my mind.

My kitten didn’t disappoint.

“We can’t do that here!” We both froze again, in a stunned tableau. Her eyes darted to the bed.

“Why not? That’s your bed, isn’t it? There’s no one watching.” I patted the mattress with my hand. “Come on, baby girl. Let daddy make you feel good. Let him help you forget everything.”

“Lorenzo. We only just met. I’m not saying I don’t find you attractive, I do…” Her voice drifted off.

“Let me hear you say the words. Tell me exactly what you want.” I could almost feel her temptingly curved mouth on me, sliding up and down the length of me. I wanted that same mouth to whisper dirty secrets in my ear, to reveal her hidden carnal desires so that I could fulfill them for her and go beyond her filthiest expectations.

She fidgeted under my stare. “I really want you to kiss me and touch me.” She shuffled her feet, as if uncomfortable with the fact that she’d spoken the truth. “But not here. Too many terrible memories.”

That was all she needed to say.

I backed off, wanting to build only wonderful memories with her, no matter if it meant my balls shriveled up and dropped off while waiting to fuck her. However long it took, I’d make it right for her first time.

Since the mystery of Jessica’s vehicle remained unsolved, I’d given my buddy a call. He knew a thing or two about cars and could help us take care of the situation. The grocery store where her car was parked was on the way back to my place. I pulled into the grocery parking lot, and my buddy Jax stood up in his blue coveralls, name tag placed over his gigantic pec. The guy made me look like Pee-wee Herman, and people thought I was huge.

“Thanks for doing this, Jax. I know it’s not your thing.” Jax owned a custom body work shop in Briarville, and he served the Drago Family as needed.

“The fan belt squeaks and brakes are squishy,” he said. “I’ll have to tow her in to fix her.”

A sly wink escaped him. He knew as well as I did the car was bound for the junk heap, but best not tell Jessica that just yet. She was facing so much change all at once. I didn’t want to pile on anything else.

Her phone rang, and Jessica stepped away to take the call.

I chatted with Jax, asking how Chloe was doing these days.

From the sidewalk, Jessica vehemently erupted. “You’ve ruined everything!”

I strode to her side and heard a voice on the other end that must have been “Him.” Her dad yelled so loud, I could hear every word now, “I knew it! You were out alley-catting around this whole time, you stupid slut!”

I pried the cell phone from Jessica’s death grip. Her father continued his rant on the other end of the line, and I heard more than I wanted to before hanging up, “Got a call from a social worker about a psych evaluation,” he snarled. “You know anything about that? What’d you expect? Of course, I drained the account, knowing I’d need it for…”

I hung up. 

Jessica was still wearing the stained tank top from yesterday, I noted, as I blocked her father’s number from calling her phone. I put my hand under her chin and turned her towards me. “You never have to hear him insult you again. I promise.” My arms spread expansively, “Come here and let daddy hold you for a minute.” As soon as I wrapped my arms around her, I relaxed into a state of warm bliss. I was complete at last.

When the tense lines on her face relaxed, I scooped her up off the ground and placed her in my Lincoln, buckling the seat across her lap.

“But my car!”

“Leave that fucking bucket of bolts. It’s a death trap.” I didn’t tell her how I’d already ordered her a new one, but she’d find out soon enough.

“Jesus,” her voice was absolutely emotionless, and it chilled me, “He must have never loved me at all.” She shivered.

Be that as it may, daddy was here now. That thought made me feel taller, bigger and more bad ass than ever before.

And if my baby girl ever thought of going back to him, she’d have another thing coming.

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