Page 40 of Big Balls
Also, Zoe is humming while she flips over the little tiny pancakes.
Katy is obviously thinking way too hard about something. “Is that supposed to be Eye of the Tiger?”
Zoe laughs. “I never said I was a good singer, okay?”
Katy nods. “Good, because you’re definitely not.”
I poke my little girl in the shoulder. “Hey, does that seem like a kind thing to say?”
Katy blinks up at me a couple of times, then shakes her head. “But it’s true.”
Zoe shakes her head, dislodging a few stray hairs that have slipped from her ponytail. And now I’m remembering the silken pull of her hair in my grip, and I’m officially a bad, bad man.
Because instead of enjoying watching my daughter turn into an actual pancake due to excessive sugary breakfast food consumption in this cute little moment we’re having, I want to take Zoe upstairs and pull her hair while I fuck her hard from behind.
I shift uncomfortably on my barstool, and Zoe gives me a naughty, flirty smile. “You okay over there, Big Balls?”
I give her a mock glare. “Just a little uncomfortable for some reason.”
She hums in agreement. “Me too. I’m so sore this morning. I almost feel like I didn’t get any rest at all last night.”
She stretches her arms overhead and gives an exaggerated yawn, the movement pulling her T-shirt tight across her two perfect tits.
I know she’s doing this to me on purpose because she winks at me as she completes her melodramatic stretching. She’s such a tease, and I love it.
Katy leans back, patting her cute little pancake potbelly. “Auntie Zoe, those are the most delicious pancakes anyone has ever eaten. Thank you.”
I smile and lean over to kiss my little girl on her head. “What good manners. I’m very happy, Katydid.”
I take another drink of my chalky protein supplement shake and stare accusatorily at the pancakes.
They are arranged in an indolent mountain of deliciousness, mocking me with all their delicious carbohydrates.
“If it weren’t the off season, I’d eat all of you,” I growl at the plate full of temptation.
Zoe waggles the spatula at me. “We’ll have to find you something else to eat then.” She gives me a smile that almost seems innocent, but then she licks her lips and suddenly I’m suffering even more than before.
Katy smiles at Zoe, completely oblivious to the way we’re flirting with each other. “They really are the most deliciousest pancakes.”
Zoe smiles. “Go clean up, and I’ll let you try making one.”
Katy fist pumps like she’s just scored the winning touchdown in overtime and flies into the nearest bathroom. From prior experience, I’m going to have to send her back in at least two more times in order for her to clean all the parts that need cleaning.
But in the meantime, I lean over and kiss Zoe on her smiling lips. “Good morning,” I say to her, and can’t help but smile at having her in my kitchen making pancakes after having her in my arms all night long.
“Good morning,” she purrs at me, her voice sweet and dripping with temptation. “I had a good time last night.”
The water stops. Without even looking, I call out to my kid. “Try again and this time wash your face.”
“Oh man,” she groans, but I hear the water restart.
This time, I lean in and kiss Zoe more forcefully, using my teeth on her neck and my hands along the back of her scalp to remind her that she’s mine.
When the water stops this time, we pull apart again, both breathing heavily. “I loved everything about being with you,” I say to her, and she leans into my touch and it undoes me all over again.
Katy bounces into the room and eyes us, still standing so close together. Her eyes calculate the distance between our bodies, and then she smiles.
“It’s time for me to have a turn,” she chirps, then puts on a grown-up-sized apron. She doesn’t bother tying it, so the strings just dangle on the floor as she scooches over to the pan where the pancakes are being created.
