Page 36 of Hard Wood Daddy

I’ve got my shirt halfway over my head when I hear the first shout of dismay. The thudding. The footsteps. The front door bangs, the walls shake, and it sounds like everyone is running.

Then comes the roar.

“Tess!”

Crash, smash, bang. Things are breaking in the classroom.

I stick my head out the side of the screen to see Rutger having a massive meltdown. His shaggy hair hangs over his face. He didn’t even stop to put on a shirt, and his muscles glisten like he’s The Incredible Hulk.

“Where is she?” he shouts, throwing over an easel.

Everyone has fled out the door, so there isn’t anyone to answer except for me. I pull my shirt back down. “Rutger!What are you doing?”

He spins on me. He’s red-faced, breathing hard, fuming. He’s holding a broken easel in one hand and a two-by-four in the other. It looks like he ripped his way out of his boarded cabin to wreck the class.

He looks so relieved that I’m wearing clothes. “I told you, you can’t get naked in front of them!” he shouts, throwing the easel aside. “It’s for me! Only for me!”

Rutger’s on top of me immediately, holding me close.

“I want to give you that, I really do,” I say. “But you heard my story, right? I don’t have anything. And this is my job now.”

“You don’t need a job.”

“I have to earn money! I have to take care of myself, and my cat, and—”

“Ihave money,” he interrupts. “You can have any of it. All of it. But you can’t let other people look at you.” He searches the ceiling like he’ll find an explanation that makes sense up in the boards. It must work, because when he refocuses on me, he says, “It’s not safe for anyone if you strip in front of them. I can’t control myself.” Hotly, sincerely, he adds, “I might murder someone if they look at you. I will definitely start chopping off dicks.”

He’s so primitive. Thinking of him as a caveman is probably more accurate than thinking of him as a Sasquatch.

Truthfully, I love it. I’m having trouble hiding the grin. I’m squirmy with delight. “If I promise to stop posing for everyone else, will you apologize for messing up their classroom?”

He frowns. “They were going to look at you.”

“But not anymore. I’m yours.”

Finally, Rutger starts calming down. “I’ll apologize. And replace their…stuff.” I don’t think he even knows what an easel is called. He’s an amazing artist in his own right, but he’s totally self-taught in this, and all things.

It just makes me love him harder.

I’m under his arm when he addresses the students he scared off, and I love how tightly he holds me, too.

“I shouldn’t have interrupted the class,” Rutger grunts out. “I am…sorry…for scaring all of you. I thought something was wrong.”

The murmurs from the class suggest forgiveness, although none of them are willing to look at me anymore. They have learned their lesson. I have too.

I belong to Rutger, and I should always be under his arm or on top of his dick.

It’s all I want.

Chapter 8

Rutger

Tess is bent over my patio railing, taking my huge cock where the whole forest can see. She’s wearing a fancy-shmancy historical dress. I’ve thrown it up over her back so I can see myself pushing in and pulling out of her. Our combined juices mingle on my dick and drip down my balls.

“You’re a messy, horny little girl, aren’t you?” I growl, slapping her ass.

She moans every time I plunge into her. “Only for you, Daddy. Always for you.”

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