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“Yes,” I mewl, nodding my head. “I want it. Give it to me, Daddy.”

His hips buck up, and my whole body convulses as I feel the first twitch from his cock. A hot, powerful stream sprays into me, sending me over the edge, tumbling into a sea of bliss.

I collapse forward, moaning into his neck as he continues to unload, filling me to the breaking point.

“That’s it,” he growls. “What a good girl. Take it. Take it all.”

And I do. I take every last drop. Just like I was meant to.

Orson kisses my face gently. His heartbeat pounds through his chest against my palms. We’re both sweaty, covered in paint, and his hot cum is dripping out of me.

It happened. It finally happened. Trish teased me for waiting, but now I know it was the right decision. I gave myself to this man. Only this man will ever have me.

“Talk about a first time,” I giggle.

“You did so well, angel.” His praise is a drug to me. “I’m not pulling out. Not yet. I’m keeping my cum in you as long as possible.”

I draw a deep breath and try to process what just happened. I look around the studio, now mine. I look at Orson, a man who doesn’t seem like he could even exist. I think back to my tiny apartment, to Derek pounding on my door, to my hours being cut and my bank account approaching zero, and for a brief moment, a tiny hint of doubt pierces my heart like a poisoned arrow.

I clear my throat. “Orson…are you sure you want this?”

He frowns up at me. “You can’t be serious. Megan—"

“I mean, it’s just…” My voice falters. “Why would you want me? You’re this rich and powerful man, and I’m just…a nobody.”

I look away, but Orson raises a hand to my jaw and pulls my gaze back to him. His eyes blaze with kindness as he shakes his head.

“No, Megan. You’re not a nobody. You’re the one I’ve been waiting for.”

6

ORSON

I stand in the back yard as the sun rises, taking in the luxury of the estate where I was raised. Most people would see this place for what it is: a spectacle of wealth and privilege. I recognize that. But at the same time, my entire life has been about living up to my parents’ expectations. Sifting through women who couldn’t care less about who I actually am.

There were times I hated this place. When I just wanted to just give it all away and move somewhere where nobody knew me. Start fresh and leave my life behind.

But now I see things differently. I see Brooks Manor as an opportunity. A way to provide for Megan, my princess who came into my life out of nowhere and turned it upside down.

Her new studio is just the beginning. And the look on her face when she first saw it was sweeter than any Michelin-starred meal or expensive wine I’ve ever tasted. I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing that look. Doing everything I can to give her the perfect life.

Because that’s what she deserves. That’s what she is.

Perfection.

Even walking upstairs and knowing she’s there, asleep in my bed, has me feeling like a new man. There’s a foundation beneath me now. A reason for living.

She’s awake when I get back to the bedroom, doing her morning stretches in nothing but underwear. I stand at the door for a minute, just staring at her bubble butt, drinking in every one of her sexy curves.

“Are those space panties? Because that ass is out of this world.”

Megan bursts out laughing and falls over giggling. I kneel down beside her, grabbing her perky tits with both hands.

“Did you seriously just say that?” she snorts.

“Well, you called me Daddy last night.” I wink. “So I figured why not go with a dad joke?”

I nuzzle into her neck, breathing deep. Her scent is already familiar. Familiar and inevitable. The two of us were fated to be together. I’m as certain of that as I am of my own name.