Page 16 of Hard Wood Daddy

Forever.

It’s been too long already, and I’ve been watching her the entire time. Last night, I spent the entire night at her window, peering into the darkness, making sure she was safe and happy, but it wasn’t enough. I almost broke her door down and claimed her right there and then, but talked myself out of it.

Don’t scare her away, I told myself, even though I knew if she ever tried to run, I’d chase her down and bring her back. And if she wouldn’t stay, I’d make her.

I’ve got chains.

I like the sight of her bouncing around in my passenger seat. The suspension’s shot. It’s not an easy ride. Her tits bounce and her butt comes off the seat. Every time she lands, it’s a little closer to me, so I start aiming for the potholes in the road.

I like her closer to me. I like her tits moving around. It’s better than any cartoon I’ve ever watched.

In an enclosed space like this, I can smell her hair and that flowery, fruity scent she gives off. My mouth waters. My cock gets longer and harder. It’s hurting to be closer to her again, butit’s a good kind of hurt. The kind that makes me forget to keep my eyes on the road.

“I really appreciate the ride,” she says, her colorful fingernails glinting in the sun as she holds on to the dashboard as I hit a deep hole toward the side of the road, jerking the steering wheel to the left to see what that does to her tits.

It does fun things. They bounceandsway, and I almost burst in my pants again. I want to play with them for the rest of my life.

I grunt in acknowledgment, darting my eyes from the road to her lips. I keep flexing my hands over the steering wheel, rolling my fingers, tensing my knuckles. I want to grab her thighs and take her for a real ride on top of my cock.

“I didn’t really want to go into town,” she explains. “But it’s my kitten. Frida Kahlo. I don’t have any proper kitty food for her, and I worry she’ll get sick.”

Her whole face lights up when she talks about her cat. I know what love looks like, seeing that, but I want to see it when she talks about me.

But I’m not cute. Or fluffy. And I don’t understand women. Not at all.

I’m reminded of why I stayed away for two days, wondering if she was just playing with me like others do. If what happened outside her cabin was some kind of joke. I watched her every minute since that I wasn’t sleeping, I just didn’t let her see. Conflict pulls at my insides, not knowing anything about these feelings she gives me or if she feels anything the same.

When I don’t answer, she gives me a confused look. “You saw my kitten when we met, do you remember?”

Again, I grunt. The memory of that little bundle of fluff with its claws out is still fresh in my mind.

Truth is, I’m scared of cats. I’ve kept away from them since I was a kid and didn’t know how to pet them. The last one I tried to touch, I got scratched. Never tried again.

I won’t tell that to Tess.

“So Phil was just taking me to the grocery store to get kitten food.”

This time, what comes out of me is a growl. Not a grunt. I don’t like her saying his name or reminding me that he was taking her anywhere. I’m the only one that gets to have my name on her lips and her ass in my car.

I’m viciously angry—at Phil, at myself. At her for going along with it instead of coming to me.

How dare he try to take care of my woman?

That’s my job.

I should have known she needed help, and that’s my fault. One more thing that shows me I’m not good enough for her. I need to do better. But if Phil tries to help her again, I’ll be tearing limbs off something other than trees.

“I haven’t seen you in a minute,” Tess says shyly. “I hope you’ve been doing well.” She smiles, but her words sound tense, like she’s trying hard to be nice. “Not getting stuck on any more fences, right?”

Desire snarls huge in my chest, like I haven’t jerked off thinking about her body against mine multiple times a day since then. I wake up with an erection. I milk myself in the morning, in the shower, after the shower… Always thinking it’s her wrapped around my cock.

“Been busy,” I mumble.Busy obsessing about you.

I could have spent that time figuring out my problems. Finding a lawyer I trust to tell me what Lindsay’s lease says. Deciding if I should sign it. Seeing what all the bad tax letters mean that I keep getting.

But now all my time belongs to Tess.

I want to strap her to a trunk and put myself in between her thighs, and force my dick all the way inside her. Until my balls slap her ass. Until she’s coming and gushing all over my dick.Probably crying too, but I will soothe her with my mouth after. I don’t know if that’s what people do, but it’s what I want to do.

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