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“Okay.” She gave me a soft smile as I motioned for her to follow me.

We went out the front door and I stood back watching while she got Charlie in his seat, then closed the door. She looked confused, took a step closer, and then turned and got into the car.

Dillon and I waved at them as they drove away and then we went inside to do our thing.

Henry

I tossed and turned most of the night and when my alarm snapped me from sleep, my arm reached out instinctively to shut it off.

Groaning, I rolled over, stretching and scrubbing my hands down my face to clear the sleep from my eyes. I slept for shit.

After I got the kid out of the tub, fed, and into bed, I was done. I stumbled into the shower, got clean, and crawled into bed.

The blanket covering my lower half tented and my cock was hard as a rock. This wasn’t my normal morning wood. This was because ofher. After an afternoon of having her, tasting her and holding her, it gave me a boner that wouldn’t. Go. Down.

Her luscious ass when she bent over to strap Charlie in. Fuck me, I wanted it back in my hands.

What kind of pervert gets hard watching a woman strap a kid in a car-seat?

Me. I’m the pervert.

I wanted to grind my dick against her ass and nestle it between her cheeks.

My hand slipped beneath the blanket, gripping my cock. I stroked it firmly while thoughts of her ran around in my head.

How her body reacted to me when I stepped closer and pulled her to me. Her soft moans as we kissed and touched each other.

The feel of her velvety soft pussy, gripping me, wet for me.

Stroking my dick faster, I thought about all the places I could pin her, to have a quickie and tease each other. All over her place, and in the barn I could bend her over the hay, hold her up against a wall, recreate our time in the loft.

Barns aren’t supposed to be sexy, but her blue barn gave me blue fucking balls!

She’s a strong woman. She took charge and wouldn’t take shit from anyone, even me. We struggled for dominance that afternoon.

Would she let me take complete control of her?Would she drop to her knees and submit to me?

Fuck! Her blue eyes looking up, her full, pink lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me, her hands touching me all over.

My chest heaved with every stroke. Soft moans drifted out, and I felt like I was about to rip my dick off thinking about her.

Thoughts of her on her hands and knees, letting me slam into her from behind. My fingers itched to slap her ass and make her beg. I wanted … No…neededto feel her come all over my cock again.

My hips thrusted up to meet my hand, and my voice was low and husky. “Mm, Miranda.”

I moaned as my dick pumped out, coming all over my hand and blanket and continued to stroke myself until I was spent.

“Daddy?” Dillon’s tiny voice startled me.

“Jesus! Dillon!” My free hand slammed into my chest to stop my heart from leaping out.

Fuck. What did he see?

“Is you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?” I panted.

“Yous sounded hurt and wanted Randa.” His head tilted, and he reached up to rub his eyes.

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