Page 65 of Baby Daddy
“I’m not sure about this.”
“C’mon, Mommy. It’s super duper yummy.”
“Okay. I’ll try it,” Dee said hesitantly as I extended my arm in her direction, holding the fry erect between my fingers. My gazed fixed on her lips as they went down on the tip of the fry and she slowly sucked off a layer of the creamy milkshake. It was so fucking erotic. My cock flexed beneath the table as the image of it coated with my creamy cum flashed into my mind. I could actually feel Dee’s fuckable mouth on my erection, licking and flicking. In the presence of her sassy six-year-old daughter, I was thankful that my dirty thoughts couldn’t be heard or seen though, by the heated look on Dee’s face, I wondered if she could read my mind.
Slowly, she slid the fry into her mouth, nibbling on it as if to make it last.
“Mmm,” she hummed, her lips brushing against my fingers when she got to the end. “That was amazing.”
My blood was heating, my erection straining. “So, you like the combination of sweet and salty? It’s a special delicacy.”
“What’s a delicassy?” asked Tyson.
“Um, uh, something’s that’s yummy to suck on like um, uh…”
“A chocolate covered banana,” chimed in Dee, her cheeks reddening.
“Or a perfect cherry,” I deadpanned, stretching my leg beneath the table until the toe of my Nike hit her pussy and rubbed it lightly.
She squirmed in her chair, my little circles growing faster and deeper. There was no doubt in my mind I could bring her to an orgasm, and man, did I want to, but there was no way I could do that with Tyson here. Okay, I was bad, but not that bad.
A cocky grin on my face, I waited for her to give me a signal to stop or say something, but instead she circled her body, pressing into my shoe with each rotation. I sheepishly narrowed my eyes at her, knowing full well I was stimulating her clit. She bit down on her lower lip, her arousal making me crazy with lust.
“Mommy, what are you doing?” asked Tyson, cocking her head.
“Dancing.”
“Your mommy’s a very good dancer,” I chimed in, enjoying every minute of my ministrations and recalling how good she felt in my arms the night we danced together.
“But Mommy, there’s no music playing.”
“Sometimes, cupcake, you can hear music in your head.” Impassioned, her gaze zeroed in on me. “So, Drake, what’s the exciting news you want to share with us?”
With her state of arousal and mine, I’d almost forgotten the big news. Still rubbing her clit, I blurted it out.
“Jennifer Burns, the head of Peanuts TV, wants to develop an animated series based on Tyson.”
“Oh my God!” Dee yelled with a jolt, every diner turning to look at her. Holy fucking shit! I’d just given her an orgasm.
“Mommy, I’m going to be a cartoon?”
With a flushed Dee in a state of shock from both the news and her orgasm, I answered for her.
“Yup. She wants to call it Mighty Girl.”
“What’s it about?”
“It’s about a little girl with a magical red cape who can be anything she wants—from a superhero to a fireman to a writer.”
“Like me and my red cape.”
I nodded. “Exactly.”
“Wow! That’s so cool! Wait till I tell all my friends at school!”
A sudden alarm button inside me went off. Anything Hanson Entertainment put into development had to be kept top secret so competitors wouldn’t beat us to it. “Can you do something for me, Mighty?”
With a big smile, she nodded.