One of his brows kicked up as he studied her.
“Well if that’s not a severe enough consequence to prevent this lewd behavior from happening in the future, we’ll have to figure out a different kind of deterrent. Come with me, young lady.”
Chapter Two
Gunnar grabbed Twyla by her upper arm and hauled her up out of the lawn chair. His cock was already throbbing in his sweats—speaking of lewd—and it got harder as her body crashed against his.
His little girl was simply the most delicious creature he’d ever set eyes on and while he preferred her to be a sweet, obedient thing day-to-day—which she was—he loved when she shrugged on her old attitude and gave him a hard time. It gave him an excuse to redden her bottom.
Not that he needed one, since he could take her over his knee anytime he damn well pleased—which was often—but sometimes it was nice to have an excuse to go a little hard on her, and for her to be dramatic and protest.
He could smell her arousal and it made him want to drop his head back and groan. Push her to her knees and have her suck his dick until he blew to take the edge off. And hell, why not?
“Before we go into the house though, you’re going to tell me what the hell you were doing touching yourself in my backyard.”
She bit her lip and looked up at him, then rolled her eyes. “I was maybe watching you.”
“Watching me? Watching me do what?”
When Twyla had confessed to him that she used to do this for real, he’d been appalled. Shocked and embarrassed, yes, but also kind of smug. They’d had mutual wildly inappropriate feelings for each other and it turned his brain to jelly that she’d been so delightfully filthy about acting on hers.
“Watching you work out,” she said, resting a finger on his shoulder and drawing it down his biceps. “You’re so strong. And…”
He sucked in a breath as she trailed her touch back up to his shoulder and then down his pec, circling his flat nipple and then continuing down to his abs and hooking a finger in his waistband.
“And sexy,” she finished, curling her lips between her teeth and looking up at him with those big green eyes.
He was still gripping her arm, but she shook him loose and knelt in front of him.
“Maybe instead of calling the police we could make some alternate arrangements?”
Gunnar let his mouth drop open in mock horror. “Are you suggesting granting me sexual favors in exchange for not reporting you to the authorities?”
“That depends,” Twyla said as she shrugged and ran her hooked finger along the length of his waistband, making his dick twitch. “Would you accept?”
What a girl. He’d married her right before school started and they were the scandal of the town but there wasn’t really anything anyone could do about it except gossip.
And he’d never been happier; having a little girl to discipline and spoil, diaper and love. He loved her all the time, whether she was having a meltdown because she was stressed about her classes at Clover City Community College or being sweet as pie and baking him cookies or asleep in his arms after taking a bottle.
But there was a special kind of delight that came out of playing dirty and wrong with her. Maybe because it was so close to the truth that it had a zing of danger. Or maybe it was just that they were both huge perverts—in a harmless way.
“You’ll still be getting punished,” he told her sternly, “But I think you may get a reduced sentence if you suck me off first.”
Twyla didn’t hesitate. She grabbed his pants with both hands and yanked them down, letting his dick spring free. It was hot and hard and flushed an angry red. She wrapped a hand around the bottom of his shaft and cupped his balls with her other hand and went to work with her mouth.
The wet heat of her mouth was heaven around the head that she lightly sucked, and then swirled her tongue around. He’d let her play for a bit, taste him and tease him. But when he approached the edge, he sunk his fingers into her hair and gripped fistfuls of the loose red curls close to her scalp.
“I’m going to fuck your face now, little girl. And when I spill in your mouth, you’re going to swallow every drop. Understood?”
Her mouth stretched around his shaft, she nodded and hummed her agreement which had him a second away from coming.
“Good. And you know what to do if you need to stop?”
She’d only used her safe word on a couple of occasions but he had faith she would use it when she needed to. Her signal for when her mouth was full—of his cock, with a gag, when he was bottle-feeding her, or otherwise—she wasn’t as confident in so he always reminded her.
Twyla nodded again and tapped the side of his thigh three times.
“Good girl.”