Pretty Baby

Chapter 16

I wake up to the sound of Penny's soft babbling and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. For a moment, I just lie here, soaking in the simple pleasures of the morning. Jade is already up. What would be her side of the bed is empty, and I find myself wishing for a day that Jade would occupy that space. After a few minutes, I stretch and roll out of bed, padding barefoot into the living room.

Jade is in the kitchen, humming softly as she pours coffee into two mugs. Penny is in her high chair happily smearing mashed bananas all over her face by the time I make it out of the room. The sight makes me smile, a warmth spreading through my chest.

"Morning, beautiful," I say, wrapping my arms around Penny from behind and pressing a kiss to her neck.

She giggles, leaning back into me.

Jade gives me a hug. "Morning, birthday boy. How does it feel to be the big four-oh?"

I groan, burying my face in her hair. "Don't remind me. I'm officially old."

Jade turns in my arms, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're not old, daddy-o. You're... seasoned."

I chuckle, stealing a quick kiss before reaching for my coffee. "Seasoned, huh? I'll take it."

Just then, Xavier bursts into the room, a grin plastered across his face. "Happy birthday, my man!" he shouts, holding up a bottle of champagne. "Time to celebrate!"

I laugh, shaking my head. "It's barely 8 am, X. Isn't it a little early for champagne?"

Xavier waves off my protest, popping the cork with a flourish. "Nonsense! It's your birthday, and we're going to start it off right."

He pours three glasses, handing one to Jade and one to me. "To Zac," he says, raising his glass. "The best damn father and musician I know. Here's to another year of brilliance."

We clink glasses, and I take a sip of the bubbly, feeling a surge of gratitude for the people around me. "Thanks, X. And thanks for being here. It means a lot."

Xavier claps me on the shoulder. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, buddy. And speaking of celebrations, don't forget about tonight."

I raise an eyebrow. "Tonight?"

Xavier grins. "Your birthday party, remember? Rooftop bar at the Florida Georgia Line House. It's going to be epic."

I groan, rubbing a hand over my face. "Right. How could I forget?"

Jade laughs, handing me a napkin to wipe the banana off Penny's face. "Don't worry, Zac. We'll make sure you have a good time."

As we finish breakfast, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension about the day ahead. Turning forty is a milestone, and while I'm grateful for the life I have now, there's a part of me that can't help but think of my looming court case.

After breakfast, I decide to see if I can write a song or two before the party.

I slouch over my guitar, fingers hovering above the strings. The home studio feels suffocating, its walls closing in with each passing minute. I strum a few chords, but the melody refuses to come.

My mind drifts to Penny's smile, her infectious laugh. The thought of losing her to Chloe in the custody battle makes my stomach churn. I set the guitar aside and reach for the bottle of champagne from breakfast on the nearby table.

As I pour a glass, my eyes fall on a framed photo of Penny. I sigh, running a hand through my disheveled hair. The lyrics I'd scribbled earlier mock me from the crumpled paper on the floor.

"Fuck," I mutter, downing the champagne in one gulp.

It burns my throat, but does nothing to dull the ache in my chest. I pick up the guitar again, determined to channel my emotions into music. But after several frustrating attempts, I toss it aside in defeat.

I collapse onto the worn leather couch, arm draped over my eyes. Maybe if I can just rest for a moment, clear my head, the words will come. As I drift off, memories of Penny flood my mind. Her first crawl, her contagious giggles, the way her eyes light up when I read her bedtime stories. I drift off to sleep.

In my dream, I see Penny walking away, hand-in-hand with Chloe. I call out, but no sound comes. I try to run after them, but my feet are rooted to the ground. The image fades, replaced by an empty courtroom, a judge's gavel echoing in the silence.

I jolt awake, heart racing. I blink, disoriented, as reality slowly comes back into focus. The studio is bathed in late afternoon light, casting long shadows across the floor. I've been out for hours.

Rubbing my eyes, I reach for my notebook. As if possessed, I begin to write, the words flowing freely now. The song isn't about losing Penny. It's about fighting for her, about the unbreakable bond between a father and daughter.

As the last lyric falls onto the page, I feel a weight lift from my shoulders. I pick up my guitar, fingers finding the chords with newfound clarity. The melody that had eluded me all day finally emerges, raw and honest.

Outside the studio, the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. I play on, pouring my heart into every note. I may not have all the answers, but I have my music, and for now, that's enough.

~ ~ ~

I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my navy blue button-down shirt. It's a departure from my usual black, but Jade insisted I wear something ‘fun’ for my fortieth birthday bash. I've paired it with my favorite dark wash jeans and brown suede Chelsea boots. My hair is artfully tousled, or maybe just messy. It's hard to tell the difference these days.

I hear the click of heels on hardwood and turn to see Jade walking into the room. My breath catches in my throat. She's wearing a slinky black dress that hugs every curve, the hem barely skimming mid-thigh. The neckline plunges dangerously low, hinting at treasures I've become intimately familiar with over the past few months. Her long, black hair cascades over her shoulders in loose curls, and her eyes are smoky and alluring.

"Like what you see, old man?" she teases, doing a little twirl.

I let out a low whistle. "Baby girl. You trying to give me a heart attack on my birthday?"

She laughs, the sound light and carefree. "Just making sure you feel young tonight, daddy."

As I watch her apply a final coat of deep red lipstick, I can't help but marvel at the situation. Here I am, hitting the big four-oh, with a girlfriend barely old enough to drink. It's exactly the kind of midlife crisis cliché I've always mocked. And yet, looking at Jade, I can't bring myself to care about the judgment we'll face tonight. Life's too short not to enjoy the view.

"Ready to party, birthday boy?" Jade asks, linking her arm through mine.

I grin, feeling a surge of youthful energy. "Let's show these kids how it's done,” I say as I hear Mrs. Holmes singing Penny to sleep.

A short ride with our unknowing third wheel, Xavier, the elevator doors slide open, revealing the stunning rooftop bar of the Florida Georgia Line House. The Nashville skyline stretches out before us, a glittering display of lights against the darkening sky. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Forty-years-old. How the hell did that happen?

Xavier steps out first, his face lighting up as he takes in the scene. "Zac, my man, this is going to be epic!"

Jade squeezes my hand, offering a reassuring smile. "You ready for this, birthday boy?"

I nod, forcing a grin. "As I'll ever be."

As we step onto the rooftop, a cheer goes up from the assembled crowd. I recognize faces from all corners of my life. Fellow musicians, industry bigwigs, old friends. It's overwhelming and heartwarming all at once.

Taylor Shea, approaches with a champagne flute in hand. "Happy birthday, Zac," she says, her smile warm. "Quite the turnout, huh?"

I nod, accepting the glass she offers. "Yeah, it's... something. Thanks for coming, Taylor."

She leans in, her voice low. "I hope you don't mind, but I might jot down a few notes for a follow-up piece. 'Zac Fulton at 40: Still the Voice of a Generation?'"

I chuckle, shaking my head. "As long as you don't mention my rapidly graying hair, write whatever you want."

As Taylor moves off to mingle, I spot more familiar faces in the crowd. There's Austin Brooks, lead singer of The Old Haunts, chatting with Eve Morris. In the corner, I see my old writing partner, Parker Ray, deep in conversation with a young guitarist I vaguely recognize from some indie band.

Xavier appears at my elbow, grinning from ear to ear. "See? I told you this would be amazing. Everyone who's anyone in Nashville is here tonight."

I nod, taking a sip of champagne. "Yeah, it's great, X. Really. I just..."

Xavier's smile falters as he sees the expression on my face. "What's wrong, Zac? This is your night. You should be enjoying yourself."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I know, I know. It's just... I can't stop thinking about Chloe trying to take Penny away. How am I supposed to celebrate when I might lose my daughter?"

Xavier's expression softens. He puts a hand on my shoulder, steering me towards a quieter corner of the rooftop. "Listen, Zac. I get it. This situation with Chloe, it's fucked up. But we've got a great lawyer, and we're going to fight this. Tonight, though? Tonight is about celebrating you. Your music, your career, your life. Don't let Chloe take that away from you, too."

I nod, knowing he's right, but still feeling the weight of worry in my gut. "I'll try, X. Thanks."

As Xavier moves off to chat with some record executives, Jade appears at my side. She slips her arm through mine, leaning her head on my shoulder. "You okay?" she asks softly.

I turn to look at her, struck once again by how beautiful she is. "Yeah," I say, managing a small smile. "Just... you know."

Jade nods, understanding in her eyes. "I know. But Xavier's right. Tonight is about celebrating you. And I, for one, am very glad you were born."

She reaches up, pulling me down for a kiss when nobody is looking. As our lips meet, I feel some of the tension leave my body. When we part, I rest my forehead against hers. "What did I do to deserve you?" I murmur.

Jade grins, her eyes sparkling. "Must have been something pretty terrible in a past life."

I laugh, feeling lighter than I have all night. "Come on," I say, taking her hand. "Let's mingle. Apparently, I'm supposed to be the life of this party."

As we make our rounds, I'm struck by the genuine warmth and affection from the people here. Musicians I've admired for years tell me how much they love my new material. Industry execs who once wouldn't give me the time of day now clamor for a moment of my attention.

But it's the quieter moments that really get to me. Parker pulls me aside at one point, his eyes suspiciously bright. "I'm proud of you, kid," he says gruffly. "You've come a long way from that angry, young singer I met all those years ago."

Eve Morris catches me by the bar and tells me how much my music has meant to her over the years. "Your songs got me through some tough times," she says. "I hope you know how much your work matters."

I lean against the railing, “Thanks, Eve, I’m excited to see what you do next.”

The party is in full swing, but my eyes are fixed on Jade across the crowded space. She's laughing, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder, completely unaware of my gaze.

That's when I see him approach. Tall, chiseled jaw, cowboy boots that probably cost more than my first guitar. He can't be more than twenty-two, maybe twenty-three tops. As he gets closer to Jade, recognition hits me like a punch to the gut. It's that kid from the songwriters' showcase last month. Tyler something. The one everyone's been buzzing about as the next big thing.

I watch as he leans in close to Jade, saying something that makes her throw her head back in laughter. My grip tightens on my glass. I should go over there, stake my claim. But what claim do I really have? Jade's not exactly my girlfriend. More like a really fun ride I keep riding.

I push off from the railing, determined to at least interrupt their little chat. But before I can take two steps, a guy with shaggy hair and an earnest expression blocks my path.

"Zac Fulton! Holy shit, man. I'm such a huge fan," he gushes, extending his hand. "I'm Derek. I just moved here from Iowa, and I play bass. I was hoping maybe I could audition for your band?"

I force a smile, trying to keep one eye on Jade and Tyler. "Thanks, Derek. Always good to meet a fan. But I'm not really looking for -"

"Please, just hear me out," Derek interrupts. "I've been playing since I was twelve, and I've got a really unique style. I could show you some videos of my old band if you want."

I sigh, realizing this kid isn't going to let up easily. "Look, Derek, I appreciate the enthusiasm. Why don't you give me your number, and I'll let you know if anything comes up?"

Derek's face lights up like I just offered him a record deal. I punch in his number, knowing full well I'll probably never use it. I know my mind is preoccupied, but I like his initiative, it reminds me of me when I was his age, which I’m probably double now at this point.

"Thanks so much, Mr. Fulton. You won't regret this!" Derek says, backing away with a huge grin.

I turn back to where I last saw Jade, but she and Tyler have moved. I scan the crowd, finally spotting them by the bar. As I approach, I see Tyler scribbling something on a napkin and handing it to Jade with a wink.

"Well, well," I drawl as I sidle up to them. "Looks like I'm missing all the fun over here."

Jade's eyes widen slightly, but she recovers quickly. "Zac! There you are. Have you met Tyler? He was just telling me about his new song that's climbing the charts."

Tyler extends his hand, all easy confidence and perfect teeth. "Mr. Fulton, it's an honor. Your work is a huge inspiration."

I shake his hand, perhaps a bit too firmly. "Thanks, kid. Always nice to meet a fan."

An awkward silence falls, and I can see Jade shifting uncomfortably. She clears her throat. "Um, I should probably go mingle. It was great meeting you, Tyler."

As she walks away, I catch her subtly tucking the napkin into her purse. Tyler watches her go, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"She's something else, isn't she?" he says, turning back to me.

I take a long sip of my whiskey, buying time before I say something I'll regret. "Yeah, she sure is."

Tyler leans in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Between you and me, I think I might have a shot there. She seemed pretty into me."

I force a chuckle, though it comes out more like a growl. "Word of advice, kid. In this town, things aren't always what they seem. Tread carefully."

He looks at me, confusion clouding his features for a moment before that cocky grin returns. "Thanks for the tip, Mr. Fulton. But I think I can handle myself."

As Tyler walks off, I spot Jade across the room. She catches my eye and gives me a small, almost apologetic smile. I down the rest of my whiskey in one gulp, signaling the bartender for another.

Just then, Xavier appears at my side. "There you are, Zac! I've been looking all over for you. There's someone I want you to meet. Could be huge for your next album."

I nod absently, my eyes still on Jade. "Yeah, sure. Lead the way."

As Xavier steers me towards some industry bigwig, I can't shake the sinking feeling in my gut. I've been down this road before. The secrecy, the jealousy, the inevitable crash and burn. But as I glance back one last time and see Jade laughing with her friends, I know I'm powerless to stop it.

~ ~ ~

As the night wears on, I find myself actually enjoying the celebration. The constant worry about Penny and Chloe is still there, but it's muted, pushed to the background by the love and support surrounding me.

Around midnight, Xavier takes the stage, tapping a spoon against his glass to get everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announces, his voice carrying across the rooftop. "We're here tonight to celebrate the incomparable Zac Fulton. Musician, father, friend. Zac, get up here, you beautiful bastard!"

The crowd cheers as I make my way to the stage, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride. Xavier hands me the microphone, grinning widely.

"Speech!" someone calls from the crowd.

I laugh, shaking my head. "You know, I'm supposed to be good with words, but right now, I'm kind of at a loss. Looking out at all of you... I'm overwhelmed. Grateful. A little terrified."

This earns a laugh from the crowd.

"Forty years ago, I came into this world kicking and screaming. Some would say not much has changed since then."

More laughter.

"But standing here tonight, I realize how lucky I am. To have a career doing what I love. To have friends and colleagues who support and inspire me. To have..." my voice catches as I think of Penny, "...a beautiful daughter who makes me want to be a better man every day. She’s with the best mom I know… Xaviers mom, any woman willing to put up with him has to be a saint."

I see Jade in the crowd, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"And to have found love again, when I least expected it."

Jade's smile widens, and I feel my heart swell.

"So, thank you. All of you. For being here, for supporting my music, for putting up with my bullshit over the years. Here's to the next forty. May they be just as messy, just as challenging, and just as beautiful as the first."

I raise my glass, and the crowd follows suit. As I step off the stage, I'm engulfed in hugs and handshakes. For a moment, I let myself bask in the warmth of it all.

As the party starts to wind down, I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's Jade, her eyes bright with excitement. "Hey," she says, "I was thinking... maybe we could debut that new song? The one we've been working on?"

I hesitate for a moment, suddenly nervous. We've only performed the song for each other, in the privacy of our living room or the studio. But looking at Jade's eager face, I find myself nodding. "Yeah," I say. "Yeah, let's do it."

Xavier overhears and immediately jumps into action, clearing the stage and setting up a microphone and my guitar. As word spreads that we're about to perform, the remaining partygoers gather around the stage, an air of anticipation building.

I take my place at the microphone, Jade beside me. As I start to strum the opening chords, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. This is what I'm meant to do. This is who I am.

The song is a duet, a conversation between two people who've found each other against all odds. As Jade and I trade verses, our voices blending in harmony, I'm struck by how perfectly the lyrics capture our journey together.

Every laugh, every tear,

We'll hold each other near,

Through the storms and the calm,

With you, I'm never alone.

We'll build a world, full of dreams,

Teach her love, show what it means.

As we sing, I watch the faces in the crowd. Taylor Shea is scribbling furiously in her notebook. Eve Morris is swaying gently to the music, her eyes closed. Even the hardened industry execs look moved.

But it's Jade I keep coming back to. The way her voice soars, the emotion in her eyes as she sings... it's like seeing her for the first time all over again.

As the last notes fade away, there's a moment of silence. Then the rooftop erupts in applause. I hear whoops and cheers, see people wiping away tears.

Xavier is the first to reach us as we step off the stage, his eyes wide with excitement. "Holy shit," he says. "That was... that was something else. We need to record that. Like, yesterday."

Taylor Shea appears at his elbow, her face flushed with enthusiasm. "Zac, Jade, that was incredible. The raw emotion, the honesty in those lyrics... this is what people are craving in music right now. You two could be the next big thing in country duos."

I laugh, shaking my head. "I don't know about that. We're just... us."

Jade squeezes my hand, her smile radiant. "Maybe that's enough," she says softly.

As the party finally winds down, people start to filter out, each stopping to wish me a happy birthday one last time. I'm exhausted, but exhilarated, riding the high of the performance and the outpouring of love and support.

Xavier is the last to leave, pulling me into a bear hug. "Happy birthday, you old dog," he says affectionately. "Get some rest. We've got a big day tomorrow."

As the elevator doors close behind him, I turn to Jade. We're alone on the rooftop now, the Nashville skyline twinkling around us. She steps into my arms, and I hold her close, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"Thank you," I murmur. "For everything. For being here, for singing with me, for... for loving me, I guess."

Jade looks up at me, her eyes soft in the dim light. "Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done, daddy. Even when it's hard, it's easy."

I laugh softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "That doesn't make any sense."

She grins. "Neither do we. But somehow, it works."

As we stand there, wrapped in each other's arms with the city spread out below us, I feel a sense of peace settle over me. Yes, there are challenges ahead. The custody battle with Chloe, the pressure of my career, the constant struggle to be a better man, a better father.

But in this moment, holding the woman I love, basking in the afterglow of a night celebrating not just my life but the music we create together, I know that whatever comes next, I can face it.

"Come on," I say, taking Jade's hand. "Let's go home."

As we step into the elevator, I catch our reflection in the mirrored walls. We're both a little disheveled, a little tired, and a little drunk, but there's a glow about us that can't be denied. The glow of two people who have found their harmony, in music and in life.

The elevator doors close, and we begin our descent. But in my heart, I'm still soaring, carried by the music we made tonight and the love that surrounds me.

~ ~ ~

We step through the front door, my head buzzing from the cocktails and the laughter of the night. Jade follows close behind, her fingers intertwined with mine. The house is quiet, a stark contrast to the raucous celebration we've just left. Xavier is nowhere to be found.

"Well, daddy," Jade says, her voice low and teasing. "How does it feel to be forty?"

I turn to face her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. "Like I'm still twenty-five but with better taste in whiskey and women."

She laughs, that rich, throaty sound that always sends a shiver down my spine. "Smooth talker. Some things never change.”

I pull her close, breathing in the scent of her perfume mixed with the lingering aroma of birthday cake. "Why change perfection?"

Jade rolls her eyes but can't hide her smile. She breaks away, heading for the kitchen. "I think this calls for one last toast. Don't move."

I stretch out along on the couch, my head hanging off the edge, watching as she rummages through the cabinets. The soft light from the kitchen casts a warm glow on her skin, and I'm struck by how beautiful she is; how lucky I am to have her in my life after all we've been through.

She returns with a bottle of champagne and a mischievous glint in her eye. "Close your eyes and open your mouth."

"Kinky," I quip, but I comply, curious about what she has in mind.

I hear the cork pop off the bottle, then feel Jade’s soft hand on my chin, tilting my head back slightly.

“Open your eyes, birthday boy,” Jade stands in front of me, slipping out of her dress. The white matching see through bra and panties set is a perfect contrast on her skin. Jade, still wearing her black spike studded stilettos, stands in front of me.

“You like?” she smirks.

“I… love,” is all I can get out.

Jade looks as beautiful upside down as she does upright from my current view. I start to get up, but she stops me with a heel on my chest.

“Stay,” she demands.

Jade lifts her heel off my chest, and I watch as it falls to the floor.

“Open up, daddy,” Jade teases her toes over my mouth. My tongue is slightly out of reach. With the ultimate display of balance, a cool stream of champagne hits Jade’s foot and drips into my mouth. I swallow reflexively. Some of it misses, trickling down my chin and neck.

"Oops," Jade giggles, her breath warm on my skin as she leans in close. "Let me get that for you."

Her lips brush against my neck, following the path of the water. My eyes flutter open, and I catch her gaze, dark with desire.

"Happy birthday, daddy," she murmurs against my skin.

Jade continues to pour more and more champagne on her foot that fills my mouth.

Once the bottle is emptied, she leans in, and I cup her face in my hands, drawing her into a deep kiss that tastes like love. As we break apart, breathless, I can't help but grin. Floor covered with champagne.

"Best. Birthday. Ever."

Jade laughs and tugs me towards the bedroom. "It's not over yet, birthday boy."

As I follow her, I hear keys jiggling at the front door. I look at Jade as she quickly runs into her room only moments before Xavier stumbles in.

“Ah, what’s this, were you waiting for me?” Xavier props himself up on my arm.

“Not exactly,” I say.

Xavier looks around and eyes the empty champagne bottle and wetness on the couch.

“I don’t even want to know. Going to bed.” He walks off.

I head to my room to wait for Jade. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, when the door swings open with a creak. Jade struts in, her hips swaying hypnotically in a black, tight, latex catsuit. My eyes trace the contours of her body, pausing at the sight of her pierced nipples, barely contained by the shiny material.

"Hi, daddy," she purrs, her voice smooth as honey. "That was close, wanna get risky?"

I can't help but smile, watching her approach. "You know what I need."

She leans down, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers, "I’m thirsty."

Before I can respond, she's already popping open a bottle of bubbly with a crisp pop. She pours a stream of golden liquid over my cock, the cool droplets sending shivers up my spine.

"Jade…," I groan, my hands gripping the sheets.

She grins wickedly, kneeling before me. Her tongue darts out, licking up the champagne in long, slow strokes. Each pass of her tongue sends waves of pleasure through me, making my cock twitch.

"Mmm, delicious," she murmurs, her eyes locked onto mine. "Now, let's see if I can make you taste even better."

With that, she engulfs my cock, her lips sealing around the head. I throw my head back, a deep moan escaping my lips as her skilled mouth works its magic. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive underside, while her hand pumps the base in time with her sucking.

"Fuck, Jade," I pant, my fingers threading through her hair. "You're incredible."

She hums in response, the vibrations pulsing through me. I feel the pressure building, my orgasm nearing. Jade seems to sense it, too, picking up the pace, her movements becoming more urgent.

"I'm close," I warn her, my breath coming in short gasps.

She pulls off with a wet pop, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not yet, daddy. I want to savor every moment."

And with that, she dives back down, her throat muscles contracting around me as she takes me deeper than ever before. I can't hold back any longer, my body tensing as I explode into her waiting mouth.

She milks every last drop, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks fiercely. Finally, she releases me, wiping her lips with a satisfied smirk.

"That was just the beginning, daddy," she purrs, crawling up my body. "What do you say we move this party to the shower?"

I nod, my voice husky with desire. "Lead the way."

Jade flashes me a grin before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom. The tiled floor is cool under my feet as we enter, the steamy air already thick with anticipation. She turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the water cascades down in a warm, enveloping spray.

Stepping under the shower, I let the water wash over me, clearing my mind of everything but the woman in front of me. Jade stands directly under the stream, her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips. Her latex suit clings to her curves, the material glistening under the water.

"Take it off," I murmur, reaching out to trace a finger along her collarbone.

She opens her eyes, a playful glint in her gaze. Without a word, she begins to peel the suit down her body, inch by tantalizing inch. First, her shoulders are revealed, then her pierced nipples, standing erect from the cool air. The suit pools at her waist, exposing her full, round breasts to my hungry gaze.

"Like what you see?" she teases, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, I like it very much," I reply, my voice deepening. I step closer, my hands cupping her breasts, thumbs flicking over the piercings. Jade gasps, her head tilting back as I continue to explore her flesh.

“Oh daddy…," she moans, her hands finding their way to my waist, pulling me tighter against her. Our bodies press together, the water falling over us. I trail kisses down her neck, moving lower until I reach her hardened nipples. I take one into my mouth, sucking gently as my hand moves lower, skimming over her stomach to find the edge of her suit.

With a swift motion, I tug the suit down her hips, revealing her completely. Jade steps out of the garment, kicking it aside as she wraps her arms around my neck. Our lips meet in a wet kiss, our tongues dancing together in a passionate tango.

Breaking the kiss, I guide her back until she's leaning against the shower wall. The tiles are cool against her heated skin as I position myself between her legs, my cock pressing against her pussy. Jade spreads her legs wider, her eyes locked onto mine, daring me to go further.

"Are you ready for me, Jade?" I ask, my voice rough with need.

"Always," she breathes, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

With one smooth thrust, I enter her, filling her completely. We both groan at the sensation, the heat of her body surrounding me like a velvet vice. I begin to move, slow and steady at first, building momentum as Jade meets each thrust with a lift of her hips.

The sound of water mingles with our heavy breathing and soft moans, creating a symphony of desire. I lean down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss as I increase the pace, pounding into her with increasing urgency.

"Yes, Zac, yes!" Jade cries out, her nails raking down my back. The pain only fuels my passion, driving me deeper inside her. I can feel her walls clenching around me, signaling her approaching climax.

"Call me daddy,” I command.

“Yes, daddy,” she whimpers.

“Now, come for me, baby girl," I growl against her ear, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

Her response is a strangled moan as her body tenses, her inner muscles spasming around my cock in a powerful orgasm. I surge forward, pouring every ounce of energy into our final moments together. With a last pump, I finish inside her, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over me.

We collapse against each other, our breaths mingling in the steamy air. Jade nuzzles into my neck, her hair forming a dark curtain around us.

"That was... amazing," she whispers, her voice filled with awe.

"It’s all because of you," I reply, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face.

As the water continues to pour over us, washing away the remnants of our passion, I can't help but wonder what life would be like if she and I were together.