“I got some news, butterfly.” I lean against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest.
Her head tips to the side, concern flashing across her face. “Something wrong, honey?”
Fuck me, I love when she calls me that.
My dick twitches behind my zipper.
“Gotta go on a run tomorrow,” I tell her, watching her face carefully.
Her brows pinch together. “Oh? Where to?”
“Club business, baby.”
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t push. She knows the rules. Club business isn’t any of her business. That’s how I keep her safe if the cops ever come knocking down our door. Plausible deniability—she don’t know shit. And that keeps her safe.
“Can you tell me how long you’ll be gone?” she asks, stepping into my space and wrapping her arms around my waist.
I drop a kiss on her upturned lips. “Couple days.”
She presses her body closer against mine, her small tits pushing into my chest. I can feel her heat through the thin cotton of her shirt.
My hands grip her hips, and I lift her off the ground. She giggles, locking her arms and legs around me like a little monkey. My hands slide down to cup her ass, and I squeeze, feeling her bare skin. I lift a brow. “No panties.”
She bites her lip and shakes her head.
My dick turns to granite. “Someone wants to play.”
She nods her head up and down.
With a growl, I take her mouth in a long, wet kiss, loving how my baby girl surrenders to me.
“Yes,” she breathes against my mouth, dipping her head to kiss me again.
Always giving me shit about having a one-track mind, but my baby is a wildcat. She can’t get enough of my dick.
“What do you want, butterfly?” I ask, carrying her into the dining room.
“You.”
I shake my head, grinning. “Gonna have to do better than that.”
She whimpers, her blue eyes wide and pleading. “I want you to touch me.”
I set her little ass on the table and step back. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
Her pleading eyes bounce between mine. “Everywhere.”
I lick my lips, my cock hardening to painful levels behind my zipper. “Take off the shirt.”
Her eyes lock on mine as she drags the fabric up her belly, over her perky tits, and over her head. She tosses it on the floor, then sits here completely naked, her eyes sparkling.
I lick my lips again and start stripping. First, I yank my shirt over my head, then kick off my boots. Next, I shuck my jeans and boxers, leaving me as naked as she is.
My cock is hard and ready, and I wrap my hand around it, giving myself a slow stroke. A milky pearl of pre-cum forms at the tip, and I watch her tongue dart out to wet her lips.
“Touch yourself,” I command, still stroking my cock.
She obeys immediately, sliding a hand down her belly and between her legs. Her fingers circle her clit, and her head falls back on her shoulders.
