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“Eat your pizza, brat.” I hand her a plate with two steaming slices. “And stop calling me Daddy.”
“But you get all growly when I do, and growly Deacon is hot.” She sits at the table and picks up a slice, puckering those full lips to blow cool air on it before bringing it to her mouth. Taking my own plate, I sit across from her and try not to fixate on her movements.
Until today, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tiff eat, and thank God, because I’d probably be sporting permanent wood if I had. Her eyes flutter and a sultry littlemmmhums behind those lips when she takes a bite. And don’t even get me started on the way she licks sauce off her fingers. I know she’s teasing me—there’s no way she eats like this all the time—though I can’t deny my body likes the show.
My dick twitches like a tuning fork when those satisfied little moans pass through her lips, straining against the denim covering it. Normally I’d adjust myself, but I fight the urge so she doesn’t realize how much her games affect me.
“Do landscapers chop wood?” Her question pulls my attention away from her mouth.
“What?”
“Do they chop wood? Like a lumberjack.”
“That’s what lumberjacks are for.” I take a bite before I can ask her to elaborate, which I’m pretty sure I don’t want her to do.
“You’re telling me you never swing an ax and split logs?” Her eyes travel slowly over my body.
“If I need logs, I buy them. No chopping necessary.” I take another bite.
“Out here you have to chop your own. I saw an ax on the porch.”
“Good thing there’s already a stack of wood ready for us to use.”
“Yes, but shouldn’t we replace that before we go?” Her eyes take another trip up my chest before they meet mine.
“What are you getting at?” I ask warily.
“Nothing. I just think it’d be a nice thing to do. You know, leave the cabin as we found it.” The pink tint creeping up her face tells me she’s hiding something.
“Tiff,” I warn.
“What?” Her brown eyes grow wide.
“Why are you blushing?”
“I’m not.”
“You are. What’s going through that dirty mind of yours?” Her whole body seems to shiver, making me realize I must’ve growled that question.Fuck it.“The truth.”
She drops her gaze to her lap. “I sort of maybe have this image of you chopping wood in my head and I want to see the real thing.”
“We are not re-enacting fantasies.” I shake my head firmly.
“It’s not a fantasy. It’s more of a turn on. If we’re talking fantasies I’d ask you to—”
“Stop.” I hold up my hand. “That’s one line I haven’t crossed yet and I don’t plan to.”
“But—”
“No fantasies.” My own desires concerning her are torture enough. I’ll be forever ruined if she puts her images in my head.
“But I think you’ll like—”
“If you want to feel my cock in your pussy again don’t finish that thought.”
Her mouth snaps shut, just like I hoped it would. Unfortunately, she’s already pushed me to my limit, and I don’t have the willpower to pretend I’m not dying to get back inside her.
“Good girl.” I unzip my jeans and pull my dick out, giving it a lazy stroke. “Now take your clothes off and get on the bed. I want you on all fours.”
