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My cock hardens, and I take my scrotum in hand.
I’m tempted to open the door to her room by a sliver to lure her in, but I won’t. Given the limited information I’ve gleaned about her, she’s more likely to retaliate before absconding with my daughter than submitting to my fantasies of watching her observe me while I get off on her.
I must be a masochist because every insult she hurls at me fuels my desire. When she was only a tempting mouth and adorable nose, I could manage the lust she inspires. The “forgettable” first impression has proven itself anything but and shows how foolish I was to let her go upon our first meeting.
Now that I have the full image, I’ll keep her close. Break down her barriers. I’ll turn her refusal to be fired into my trump card. Thoughts I held at bay are no longer restrained, and I can’t muster enough emotion to give a damn.
My mind runs rampant with pictures of her up-tilted brown eyes darkening in passion as I stroke myself, alternating between long and short, hard and gentle. Although her shapeless clothes hide the figure underneath, I know she’s big enough to satisfy my needs. I squeeze my cock, imagining squeezing her fleshy waist, gripping her and using her folds to direct her movements as I fuck her.
And I will fuck her. Fast. Furious. Hard. I’ll forever imprint myself on her pussy so she’ll feel me for days afterward. How wet will she get for me? Does she like a side of pain with her cock? In the state I’m in, our first few times won’t be painless. I might have to spend days between her thighs before I’m sane enough to gentle my strokes.
I moan as I envision myself entering her pussy. I close my fist around my cock, mimicking the tightness I expect will greet me in real life.
Zakiya.
Will her eyes flash with the same passion as when she spars with me? Will she encourage me to delve deeper or mock me until I rise to the occasion? Will she bite her lip to stem her screams?
Damn, I can’t wait to nip her luscious mouth or have her take my cock to the root. Imagining her moaning while licking and slurping on me is too much for my body and brain to bear. My abs begin to spasm, and I stroke myself faster, uncaring how rough I am to myself.
On and on, I tug and squeeze until ropes shoot out of my cock only to disappear in the waterfall from the shower. Even afterI’m empty with nothing to give, I stroke, imagining how good it will be when I finally come inside Zakiya.
With weakened muscles, I exit the shower. The door leading to her room calls to me, the desire to watch over her as she falls asleep one I have to fight. Instead of feeding this growing obsession, I go to bed, yet I can’t sleep. Resentment and plans spin and come together. I hate that she affects me this way, but my brain is too active to shut off and everything revolves around getting Zakiya in my bed. Before I know it, I’m rubbing my shaft while cursing and moaning her name again. There’s nothing for it.
Zakiya Chase will have to pay for making me want her this bad.
“Have another pancake.” Zakiya’s voice causes me to pause before entering the kitchen.
My last thought last night was of her and her name was on my lips as I woke. To hear her in stereo is bittersweet because I would have rather heard her whispering in my ear as I woke her up with me inside her.
Shit, now I can’t enter the kitchen until I get my body under control. I should walk away. Instead, I lean against the wall, needing to listen to the tender yet firm way she speaks to Jinx.
Damn.Jinx! My mood bottoms out at the reminder I need to focus on my daughter.
Last night revealed more about myself than Jinx. When Zakiya warned me against giving my daughter any kind of physical affection, a sense of inadequacy prevented me from contributing more than directions.
Dominating my thoughts was if she saw me the way I saw Giulio and the same fear from seeing her for the first time visited me. I don’t want to fail her like that man failed me. I want nothing else tying me to the person who still has his claws in me.
Not even Zakiya’s simple compliment and the brief elation it brought could erase Giulio from my mind as I took Jinx on a tour of her new home.
“We have a big day ahead of us.” Zakiya’s voice intrudes on my thoughts, providing me with the perfect escape from a trip down melancholy road.
“What’s on the agenda?” I enter the kitchen, wiping all evidence of doubt from my face.
They are sitting in the breakfast nook. Only a few scraps of scrambled eggs and smears of syrup remain on Jinx’s plate.
Jinx jolts and moves closer to the window overlooking the side yard. Although her movement is subtle, the shifting stuffed animal gives her away.
For a second, the image of them causes me to falter in my steps. If not for the shape and bright blue eyes, Jinx could be Zakiya’s daughter. I shake the dangerous thought from my head. Zakiya is a temporary but necessary fixture in my life. Once Jinx can rely on me, Zakiya will bounce. I try to smile at a future without her but my amusement dies a premature death as a sourness blooms in my mouth.
That’s right. She can’t leave until I’ve sampled her every which way to Sunday and back. Only once I have my fill will I allow her to leave.
“Jinx and I will be touring schools. Since this will be her primary residence?—”
“There’s no need. I’ve enrolled her in Baldwin Academy, and she’ll start next week.”
My news doesn’t sit well with Zakiya. She frowns but wipes the expression from her face when Jinx glances at her.
“Jinx, drink your juice while I have a word with your father.” Zakiya slides out of the nook.
