Page 67 of Cutter

“Emily, where are you?”

Blushing deeply, she looked up. “Spicy.”

Son of a bitch, she was good at this. He could play too.

“Emily, don’t you have lube?”

Tilting her head, she asked, “Do you mean the jelly I use on stuck zippers?”

“Yep. Daddy wants it. Go get it.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Giggling, she slid down his legs. As she turned, a delicious new vision appeared in his mind. This might be different and could make her a little uncomfortable, but he was all about pushing limits. Besides, she was in spicy mode.

“Stop where you are. Take off your shorts.”

“Here?”

He nodded.

Silently, she dropped the shorts and stepped out of them. But then Emily did something he hadn’t expected. Lifting the shorts by a leg, she waved them. “They’re wet in the middle, Daddy. Look.”

Cutter nearly fell off the chair. “Why is that, baby?”

“Don’t know. I felt this trickle…” She touched her inner thigh.

“Come here.”

Emily returned to his side, and he slid a finger within her pussy lips. The girl was dripping with juices. That made up his mind to follow through, but before he went ahead, he had to ramp up her excitement.

“You’re so wet, little Emmy. You like Daddy’s finger.”

“Uh-huh.” He tapped her clit, and Emily writhed. “Yes, tickles, more, more…”

“Be a good girl and bring me the jelly. Leave your shorts with me.” He slapped the side of her butt. “Go.”

Emily padded out in bare feet, her butt jiggling. The decadence of the moment was intense. Cutter wasn’t going to let up. His only concern was the chair. Would it hold both their weights? Maybe not. Taking into account what he wanted to do, the sofa was a safer choice.

“Meet me in the living room,” he called out. He exited the kitchen, sniffing her damp shorts. As the scent of her sweet juices filled his nostrils, a strange wildness took him. He was a feral animal in a rut, desperate to possess his female in every possible way: her ass, pussy, and mouth. Take her on the sofa, roll with her on the floor, bend her over the table…

“Daddy.”

Fuck!His heart couldn’t beat any faster. The image Emily presented—almost naked and holding the lube in hand, her loose lustrous hair cascading around her shoulders, eyes full of innocence, and soft pouty lips begging to be kissed—stopped his mental frenzy. He was caught between passion and tenderness. The need for union morphed into a higher desire, something more sublime, complex, and fulfilling. Real happiness, the kind that lasted a lifetime, began and ended with Emily. He’d found her, the mate of his life. There would be no one else. She’d marked him forever.

“Come to me.”

As Emily approached, he unbuttoned his fly. Fuck if his cock didn’t jump.

Her gaze fell on him. “Daddy, you’re big.”

“Yes, baby. Touch Daddy.”

Emily’s fingertips were tentative and careful. “Oh, it’s warm and throbbing. So hard. Why?”

Any moment, he was going to pass out, she felt so good. “Because it likes sweet Emmy’s touch.”

“I like it too.” She smiled, sliding a fingertip under the crimson head. When she licked the dot of precum, he gasped. Ifthis continued, he’d lose his shit before penetration. Standing, he dropped his jeans, then kicked them out of the way.

“Emmy, pour jelly into your hands and put it all over Daddy.”

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