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have never experienced that kind of orgasm.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Drake
                       I tossed her ass down on that bed and pinned her legs back and took what was mine that night. I bent her knees back all the way to her shoulders. I folded her like a piece of paper and took her! Her eyes about bugged out of her head when she felt that piercing of mine violating her. I made sure that girl will never, and I do mean never, be satisfied with another man. After all, she owes me. I had to call in a lot of ‘favors’ to get that girl what she loved. And after the way that she made me feel that night, I knew that I would never let her go!
            I woke up to Precious jumping up and down on the bed giggling. I could tell that this time she was bouncing up and down and landing diaper first onto Drake’s stomach. Why the hell she was still in a diaper at her age was beyond me, other than the fact that her lazy ass Mother hadn’t potty trained her. She would be potty trained by the end of the week—I purposed in my mind.
    Re-fucking-diculous, I thought to myself. Well as chiseled as ‘Daddy Drake ’ is, I’m sure that he will be fine with her smacking that clean diaper down on him. Come to think of it his face is chiseled too, along with other things.
    I thought about how he looked and how intense that even his facial fe atures were. ‘Chiseled’ was the only way to describe his bone structure. When you added the black eyes that had the ability to bore through whoever their victim was at the moment, well, it all only added to the man’s aura of danger.
    It was all serving to suck me into an addiction of him.
    “Coffee,” I mumbled.
    “Margarita, queremos café.”
    “Si puedes hablar español? ” I eyed him, shocked at the newfound revelation of him being bi-lingual.
    “Of course he does Manny, don’t yo u know anything? He is Spaniard.”
    “Let’s not go telling all of my secrets chiquitita .”
    Suddenly she grabbed Drake ’s neck and whined, “I don’t have to leave today, do I?”
    “You don’t have to leave ever , if you don’t want to.”
    “Don’t l ie to me, Daddy Drake, she gets a check for me and she won’t let that go.”
    “Baby girl, that is the last thing that you need to be worried about; I am not going to lie to you.”
    A tear rolls down my cheek, as I realize how much alike that Precious and I are.
    Forged in fire!
    “Go with Margarita, baby.”
    “Gracias, Margarita.” I smile at her —as I watch her leave carrying my heart—in the form of a little girl.
    “Spit it out, ‘little girl lost.’”
    “Nothing!” I hiss spit at him, as if he were some predator.
    Well he is! He stalks me.
    “Just fucking drop it!” I’m answering him defensively because I’m mad. I’m mad because he is getting too close.
    I hate you, because you are going to make me love you.
    He turns me over on my back, but this time gently.
    The son of a bitch licks the tears from my face , as he slowly and methodically enters me. Watching—no—studying every single, minute detail, of my ever changing expressions, as he takes me to places that I have never, ever ventured.
    I hate you…B ecause you’re going to make me love you…
     
                                                                         
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

                      I walk into Drake’s massive Alpha male office and meander around looking.
    He turns the speaker phone on so I can listen.
    “Well you just make sure that I get that check , Drake. Cause I get $600.00 a month for her and that is a lot of money for me.”
    “And I’m giving you $1200. I’m not made of money you know.” He answers into the phone.
    I turn around and mouth the word ‘Liar ,’ as I giggle.
    I know that he is just trying to make me feel better , by allowing me to listen in on their conversation.
    I