Page 74 of Fox
“How long areyou going to stay mad?” Atlas whines while resting his head on my shoulder.
“I will kill you,” I growl while shoving his stupid face off me. “Why would you take her on the Ferris Wheel?”
Atlas scoffs, “If I had known it meant that much to you, I wouldn’t have offered. I wanted to go, she wanted to go, and you hate heights.”
“It’s not the heights,” I mutter, my heated glare never faltering.
Atlas rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, rusty bolt, whatever. Anyway, it’s not like she gave me a blowy or anything. We sat in the cart together.”
My right eye begins to twitch at his words. “Next three men who want ass or dick tattoos, you’re getting them. No, I changed my mind. The next thirty.”
His jaw drops as he stares at me in disbelief. “I said it’snotlike she blew me.”
“Forty,” I state casually, and Atlas grumbles something I don’t understand, except for one name at the end—Ren.
“That’s who you should’ve invited.”
“Right, because she’s sooooo willing to talk to me.” I can’t help but feel bad for the guy. Ren has a new boyfriend, one we’ve only met once, and Atlas might’ve laughed in the man’s face. In Atlas’ defense, the guy’s not what you’d expect someone as attractive as Ren to be dating. He’s older, balding, and has thisair about him, like he’s better than everyone else, including Ren. So, At kind of… Okay,completely,spent the entire time poking fun at the guy. Ren got mad and hasn’t returned to Hel’s in a week and a half.
Janie makes her way back to us with a mountain of funnel cake and a corndog in her mouth. I feel all the anger rush out as I stare at the adorable spectacle walking toward me. I have no idea how she can possibly eat more food, but here she is.
“Fox!” She squeals and shows me the corndog. “Three dollars and I already crammed like four inches down.” I hear a couple of younger guys behind her snickering at the comment but try to ignore it and focus on her.
“Baby doll,” I chuckle and kiss her head. “I think you’ve consumed your body weight in fair food.”
Beaming up at me, she holds up a piece of the funnel cake and feeds it to me. Having someone be this sweet and intimate with me is so foreign, but I love it.
“Awww…” One of the guys from earlier mocks. “That’s so nice of you to help feed your father!” I stiffen and look at the guys. They’re probably around Janie’s age. Sometimes, I forget about our seventeen-year age gap. Do we really look that out of place together? Janie’s petite build, freckles, and wild red hair do create an overly youthful appearance, combined with her shorts, sneakers, and shirt, and I guess she does look weird next to my massive, tattooed-covered frame with my hair and beard.
“When you get done feeding gramps,” the other smirks. “Maybe I could feed you.” He grabs the crotch of his jeans, and I see red. I start to charge them, ready to beat his face in, but Janie stands in front of me and places a hand on my chest to stop me.
“Sorry boys, but your mini wieners aren’t going to satisfy my appetite.” She flips her hair over her shoulder before grabbing my wrist and tugging me away. “Now come on, Daddy, your baby doll is hungry,” I smirk as I follow her away from the crowd. Wewalk in silence for several minutes before hitting the tree line where the festival ends.
“Are you taking me somewhere to murder me?” I joke as she pulls me a few feet into the wooded area before whipping around and pushing me against a tree trunk. I throw her a bone and fall back, adding a small grunt just to boost her confidence.
She steps up to me, her face almost completely covered in the shadows under the cover of the trees and the sun setting behind us. Reaching up and gripping my beard, she pulls me down to meet her eager mouth; she tastes of the ninety pounds of sugar she’s consumed this evening. Slipping my tongue deeper into her mouth, I reach around to her luscious ass and grip both cheeks in my hands. She moans against the kiss, and I go to turn us around so I can press her against the trunk, but she stops me, breaking the kiss.
“No,” she says firmly while removing my hands from her denim-covered ass.
“No?” I repeat and raise my brow. “Why no? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she whispers and kisses me again. “I just have a plan, and it doesn’t involve you pinning me to that tree.” I chuckle and go to ask her what her plan is, but I don’t have a chance.
“Oh, holy shit…” The guttural noise that comes out of me when her hand runs over my growing erection is anything but manly. I roll my head back against the tree as she lifts my shirt, planting hot, wet kisses down my stomach. She reaches my navel, and I notice her pause. Looking down, I watch her clear the ground with her sneakers before dropping to her knees and unbuckling my belt.
I’m in complete shock and utter amazement when she unzips my jeans and reaches in to free my cock. “Baby doll…” I whisper as my hand runs through her hair, gripping her at the back of herhead. A shudder runs through me as I feel her wet tongue lick the underside of my tip.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” she whispers while running my tip over her soft lips.Holy fucking shit, is this real?
“Baby…” My mouth is bone dry. I try to tell her we don’t have to, but she slips the head of my dick into her sweet mouth, and my knees feel weak.
“Janie…” I breathe as she slides me further in, inch by inch. My hips involuntarily thrust, and it makes her gag slightly. I shouldn’t get turned on by that, but I do. “Sorry,” I whisper, but she moans deeply, and I feel it through my cock.
“Fuck.” I pant out as I grip her hair. I feel her moving back and forth on my cock. She’s timid and unsure of herself as she tries different angles, and I’m starting to wonder how much practice she has.
After a few moments pass, I can tell she’s getting overly frustrated by how badly her hand is shaking on my shaft as she tries to stroke me.
“Okay,” I breathe, pulling back. I don’t want to embarrass her; she’s in the woods on her knees, trying to make me feel good after all. “Baby, you feel amazing. You’re doing a great job.” I praise as I find her cheek and stroke it.
