It feels like a workout, but at least they aren’t screaming at each other and pulling hair. Next year. I’ve heard of the terrible twos and the fucking fours. Not looking forward to that one. I put a hand on Jax’s back to keep him there.
“Time to say bye to Ava.” I smile at the two of them and then Cindy who’s texting on her phone.
I can’t help but to wonder what she would be thinking if I told her about him. About Dirty Dom. I don’t know what he wants from me, but my heart clenches at how I kicked him out. I think he came to use me, but ended up being used. My smile broadens, not that Cindy would notice since she’s still furiously texting.
I wonder what she’d think about him and then I realize, I really don’t give a shit.
Dom
Looks like I got here just in time. Playdate’s leaving. That sounds fucking awful. At least the parents aren’t out numbered. Two women, two kids, it can’t be that bad. The little girl shrieks as her mother tries to buckle her in. She’s got a voice on her! I wince at the ringing in my ears. I guess it can be that bad.
At least my doll has a boy. Boys have gotta be easier than girls. I scowl watching the car leave. What the fuck am I even thinking about this shit for. I just came to check on my doll and make a few things clear.
She’s mine now.
I guess that’s only one thing, but still. I need her to agree to that. And then I can play with Becca and see just how rough my doll likes it. I palm my dick, thinking about that ass. Fuck yeah, I’m definitely getting in there tonight. Women don’t usually get to me, but this one has. I gotta fuck her out of my system, and she’s definitely down to fuck.
I walk up the sidewalk to her house and stand next to a car pretending to look at my phone. I’ve never stalked a person before. That’s not what I do. I know a guy to call if I need someone found. But, I’m feeling a little awkward at the moment. She kicked my ass out a few hours ago, she’s probably giving her son a bath, or reading stories, or just fucking watching Rugrats with him. I don’t fucking know. I’m not going to knock.
Fuck that.
I grimace not knowing what to do. I always have a plan of some sort. But I’m flying by the seat of my pants for this broad. When she puts the kid to bed, that’s the time to pay her a visit. But I don’t know his bed time. I don’t know any of that shit. I run my hand down my face. Am I really going to creep around her house to figure out if she’s putting him down for bed? I think about knocking on the door and her standing there with the little guy on her hip. Yeah, I’m gonna fucking peek. I need to take a look and see what’s going on in there.
Yeah I'm not into playing connect four with the little guy. Not when all I want is to get some pussy. She's really gotten under my skin. I need to fuck this broad out of my system.
I walk to the backyard. No fence so that's easy. I slink around the corner of the house. Probably looking conspicuous as fuck. Can't fucking help that. I don't think anyone saw me though. It's pretty dark so I stay in the shadows.
She's got a nice deck. Real fucking nice. A sunken in hot tub, the cover is covered in leaves from the oak trees lining her property. They look like they've been there for a year.
There's a giant trampoline in the back that's covered with netting. I huff a laugh.
She seems cautious. Protective. I like that but she also seems uptight. Except when it comes to fucking.
My chest rumbles with approval and I have to readjust my hardening dick. I have to admit she brings out a virile side of me. A primitive need I don't think I've ever felt. I fucking love it. I’m not sure how long it will last, but I'm sure as fuck going to enjoy it while I can.
The stairs to the deck are on the two sides - not smart. Anyone could sneak on up to her deck and get to the glass sliding doors to her kitchen easy. Someone like me. I keep my steps even and stay quiet as I move up the stairs. I take a peek inside. I don't want to startle my doll, I just wanna see if the coast is clear.
Her kitchen is pristine. Other than a pizza box sitting on the blue speckled marble counter, there's nothing out of place. Steel pots hang above a massive island. Her gas stove is large enough to cook for a dozen people easy. This woman is serious about her cooking. That reminds me about her restaurant. I'll have to head over tomorrow and check it out. Too busy today at the office. I cringe remembering how a jerk off tried to convince me that he needed more time. What he needed to do was stop wasting his wife's hard earned money on gambling. That's what he needed to do. I'm sure he won't be doing that shit anymore. Not after today.
I take a few steps in front of the glass. I can see the living room from the kitchen and there are stairs on the right that lead to a down stairs.