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Oh shit, I can’t believe it. I’m halfway in, and she’s still asleep, and I wonder just how far I can take this.
It takes all of my control not to flip her on her back, though, and pound into her. I stick with the slow, measured thrusts until I’m able to work my entire cock inside her, my orgasm ripped from me when I hit the back of her channel. I bite my fist to smother my moan, trying not to squirm under her as my body shudders with each spurt of cum.
Feeling sated and satisfied that Dolly is stuffed full of my cock and cum again, I smooth out the comforter over us and fall back asleep, a smile permanently attached to my face.
Mine.
* * *
The next time I wake, sunlight is streaming in through the cracks between the blinds, and Dolly is nowhere to be found. There’s some banging around in the kitchen, and I pad out of the bedroom after pulling on a pair of sweatpants. I find her in the kitchen attempting to make breakfast, and I’m just in time, too, as a kitchen towel catches fire on the stove while she has her back turned, rummaging in the fridge.
I jump forward, grab the towel, and drop it into the sink, dousing it under the tap before the fire alarm can go off…that is, until whatever is in the pan burns beyond recognition, and smoke begins to fill the kitchen.
“Holy shit, Wyatt! Oh my god!” Dolly reaches for the pan, about to burn the shit out of her hand on the hot, metal handle when I catch her wrist and direct her to open the windows. I wrap another kitchen towel around the handle and carry the smoky, blackened mess outside, hosing it off in the yard.
She follows me out, hands fisted in her hair and mouth hanging open in alarm. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened.”
Dropping the ruined pan onto the grass, I pick her up, thankful she’s ok. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. It happens to the best of us.” I carry her inside, set her down on the kitchen counter, and wave a towel under the smoke detector until it stops blaring. Surveying the mess, I take stock of what she was attempting to cook. “How about you let me take it from here, babygirl? I’ll have breakfast whipped up in no time.”
Dolly nods, watching me silently and twisting her hands ‘til I hand her a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, sausage, and biscuits with gravy. “Thank you,” she whispers, giving me a small, strained smile.
“So…you weren’t lying when you said you don’t know how to cook,” I say between bites, leaning against the counter next to her.
“No, I wasn’t lying. But I’ve seen my mom do this a hundred times, and it looked easy enough. I’m an adult now, and I need to know how to cook for…for us.” Her eyes have a far-away look, and I don’t know if she realizes she has a palm pressed to her stomach.
“How about we start cooking together then? I can show you the basics of what I know, and Mama can show you the rest. She can teach you how to make my favorite.” I grin, running my eyes slowly over her body. “Eventually, you’ll be able to have it ready for me when I get home…while you wait naked by the front door. Isn’t that right, babygirl?”
I bark out a laugh when her whole face turns bright pink, remembering the crazy story she came up with about my non-existent wife waiting for me back home, ready to suck me off as soon as I walk in.
My laughing is interrupted when Dolly’s new cell phone starts ringing. She slaps my arm to shush me as she answers the phone. I try to listen in but can only hear her side of the conversation.
Her eyes light up. “Yes, thank you! Let me just check real quick.” She presses the phone to her shoulder, muting it as she turns to me. “I got the job at the diner! Um, would you be able to take me over there later to fill out some more paperwork and pick up my uniform? They said I can start tomorrow.”
She looks so excited, and I have to remind myself not to be a controlling prick, so I nod, even though I hate the idea of her being out of my sight and working with that little shit, Matt.
She leans over to give me a quick kiss and whispers, “Thank you, Daddy. I love you,” before putting the phone back to her ear. “Yes, I’ll be there. Thank you again!”
Her kiss and the whispered I love you sweetened me up. I smile in earnest as we finish our breakfast and clean up.
When there’s a knock at the door, Dolly instantly freezes, and my heart lurches at the fearful look on her face. She darts into our bedroom as I check the peephole. Thankfully, it’s just the tech who’ll be setting up our internet and security.
I step into the bedroom after going over the plans with the tech, then find Dolly sitting on the lip of the tub in our bathroom with her head hanging low.
“Hey, babygirl, it’s just the internet guy. You’re ok.” I pull her up into my arms and smooth my hand down her back. She sags in relief, burying her face in my chest. I love it when she does that, and I wrap her in a hug.
A few hours later, we have the internet up and running, though our TV hasn’t been delivered yet. The tech shows us how to use the app he downloads on our phones to access the cameras and the alarm system.
I splurged on the number of cameras I bought so we could get a full 360° view of the house without blind spots, and Dolly and I are both relieved to know that no one should be able to sneak up on us now.
Chapter 25
Dolly
Wyatt shows me how to make a simple baked chicken and a few sides for lunch, and he pokes fun at the notes I take so I’ll know how to do it again. After that, we take the truck down to the diner.
I’m surprised, though I shouldn’t be, when he insists on opening the passenger door for me and carrying me across the parking lot. Still, I make him put me down before we walk in. I think I would actually die of embarrassment if he had ignored me and carried me inside for everyone to see.
My excitement about the new job is dampened somewhat when Matt is the first person we see when we walk in, and Wyatt squeezes my shoulder before taking a seat at the long counter. Wyatt watches Matt with narrowed eyes as I follow him into the little side office near the kitchen.
