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And just as Kipp felt himself about to snap and lash out at his cousin, Trey stepped in and took matters into his own hands.

‘Crenshaw,’ Trey said, stepping out from behind the bar and making his presence felt. ‘You’re out. And don’t fucking come back.’

‘Losers,’ Leigh cackled, turning and walking out. ‘Don’t worry about me, I’m out of this piece of shit bar. But once I have my hands on the ranch, I’ll be coming for this place too.Assholes!’

Kipp felt his mood blacken.

Leigh might have left The Tap House, but his problems were far from being over.

Benson and Leigh… two men who needed to be sorted out once and for all.

Both needed to be taken down, and Kipp knew that he didn’t have long to do it either. The longer that Benson and Leigh were causing pain, the worse things would be for him and his darling boy. That simply couldn’t stand.

It was time to take out the trash – in Eagle Ridge and in the big city too…

Chapter 15

Dale

Dale had enjoyed himself immensely at The Tap House. Playing darts with Marshall was super-fun, and the pair of them had enjoyed it so much that they had even made some plans to set up a team. Whether it was going to be a Littles only team or one that Daddies could join too was still very much up for debate, but either way it was fun to be thinking about the future.

Back at Kipp’s ranch house, Dale was feeling playful.

It might have been the excitement from the darts game that was fueling him, but he felt alive and ready to keep the fun times rolling. There was one problem however, and it came in the shape of a rather grumpy Daddy…

‘Hey, stink-butt. Why so glum?’ Dale asked, walking into the kitchen and running his finger up Kipp’s arm as he leaned up against the refrigerator with a brooding look on his face.

‘It’s nothing. Just the usual BS that life throws your way from time to time,’ Kipp said, trying to come over as casual but not doing a particularly effective job of it. ‘Don’t worry about Daddy. It’s good. I’m fine.’

Dale arched his eyebrow.

Daddy’s stressed about something.

Maybe it’s the Benson thing. Or that douchebag who came into the bar…

Well I think I know how I could relax him…

With that, Dale giggled and took a step back from Kipp so that he could get a full view of him as he put his fingers in his mouth and seductively pushed them in and out.

‘Boy, I’m not in the mood,’ Kipp said, a slight flicker of arousal in his eyes giving Dale the encouragement to keep on going. ‘I just…’

Dale then pulled his flimsy t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

‘Daddy… do you want to see more?’ Dale teased, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them drop to the floor before kicking them off.

Dale could see the look in Kipp’s eyes was now very much like a hungry wolf eying up its prey. And judging from the shape of his big Daddy cock making itself more and more apparent inside his jeans, it was only a matter of time before Kipp couldn’t hold off any longer.

‘Come and get me Daddy,’ Dale continued, spinning around and hiking his candy-striped briefs up between his cheeks. ‘That’s if youdare.’

Dale giggled provocatively and shook his ass, his supple and juicy cheeks banging into one another. And as Dale had hoped and suspected, this was the final straw for Kipp. Before Dale knew it, Kipp was striding toward him as he shrieked with delight and playfully attempted to escape his clutches.

‘Big, slow Daddy can’t catch me!’ Dale squealed with delight, turning and grabbing his crotch, much to Kipp’s delight. ‘Too much time lifting weights and not enough doing cardio!’

‘You might regret this sass, boy!’ Kipp bellowed as he reached out and grabbed Dale by his hips and immediately pulled his soft ass right into his rock-hard crotch. ‘Now let’s get rid of these damn briefs.’

‘Daddy!’ Dale gasped, the feeling of Kipp tearing his briefs right off his body sending him wild. ‘Put it in me. Here.Now. Bend me over the table. Fuck me hard. I can handle it.’

Dale knew that Kipp wouldn’t need asking twice, and before he knew it he was being firmly bent over the kitchen table’s oak surface. As Kipp held him down and kicked his legs apart, Dale heard the sound of Kipp yanking his jeans down and spitting on his palm.

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