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Her movements faltered for a second.

“Three weeks of me laying in this bed thinking about the last time I had you in that storage locker at Luxe—remember that?”

“Dez—” she whined as her hips rocked against her hand.

I moved to her and grabbed her wrist.

“What the fuck?” She pressed her thighs together trying to hold onto the sensation.

“Remember what I told you in Nassau?” I asked as I pushed her back against the pillows. I started at her throat, taking my time as I got reacquainted with her body. “Told you that I was gonna make you mine.” I nipped at the space between her neck and her collarbone, then kissed my way down her stomach. She bucked against me as my fingers grazed her clit.

“You don’t come until I tell you to,” I said.

She squirmed, desperate to relieve the ache. “I swear to God, Dez⁠—”

“You swear what?” I wrapped my hand around her neck. “Princess, you not about to do shit ‘cept take this dick until you come so hard you’re crying.”

“I hate you.”

“Uh huh. Yet you're dripping on my sheets, and I know you’re ‘bout three seconds from coming apart for me.”

I nudged her knees apart and let go of her neck, running my fingers up her inner thigh. She whined again, lifting her hips and trying to close the distance. I let my hand hover over her mound, close enough that she could feel the heat coming off it and nothing else.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” she whispered.

“Mm.” She jerked as I moved my fingers through her slick folds. I did it again. And again, using just enough pressure to take her to the edge but never let her fall.

“Please. Dez, please,” she panted.

The desperation in her voice went straight to my dick.

“Please what?”

“Please stop teasing me.”

“Nah, see—” She gasped as I circled her clit. “I spent three weeks with this pussy being kept from me, I gotta make up for lost time.”

She writhed. “I can’t—I need⁠—”

“Whatchu need, Princess?”

“I need you, Papa.” Her voice broke. “Please.”

The need in her voice cracked something open in my chest that I’d sealed since the night I found out about the scam.

I entered her with a stroke that had her damn near levitating off the bed.

“Shitttt—”

I stayed buried in her for a second just to feel it—the heat, the way her pussy stretched and gripped me like it wanted to keep me there.

Then she clenched around me and I lost every coherent thought I had left.

I pulled back and slammed into her, drilling into her until she cried out.

“Dez—”

Tears streamed down her face as I hoisted her leg over my shoulder. I went deeper, etching the sounds she made into my memory. My hand went to her throat again and I felt her pulse slam against my palm.