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Shit!

Just as my dick flexed again, Autumn pulled away and called out.

“We’re good! One second, pa!”

“Look out!” I groaned as a thick rope of creamy cum shot out of my dick and splashed down on Autumn’s face, starting at her chin and ending on her forehead.

She froze and her lips twisted into a smile as another rope landed on her nose and cheeks and then another shot right over her and landed on the floor.

“Oh, fuck!” she giggled quietly, extending her tongue to catch the last of my juice. “Look at you, big boy!”

“Aw, fuck,” I growled. “Shit.”

This was bad…

I slumped back against the wall, chest heaving and heart pounding like a drum as Autumn looked up at me, her pure innocence a stark contrast to the hot load I’d pumped onto her face.

“You—you should clean up…”

“Oh, you think?” she winked. “I could just tell Ma it’s some cream for the mashed potatoes!”

“You are so bad,” I smirked as I did my best to stuff my cock back into my pants. I reached down and took her by the wrist and helped her to her feet.

The bathroom was right across from us, so I led her to it and spanked her on the ass and pushed her inside.

“You clean up now,” I told her. “Before you get us both in trouble.”

“Aw, what’s matter, big boy?” she sassed. “Afraid of a little trouble?”

Before I could respond, she closed the door, leaving me alone in the hall with a dick that barely fit back into my pants, my head reeling from a mixture of pure satisfaction and an acre of guilt.

You gone and done it now, Jim. You gone and done it…

Chapter Five

Autumn

I didn’t know what had come over me back there, but I was still reeling as I grabbed a wad of tissues and dabbed at the heavy load Jim had busted all over my face.

“Fucking wow!” I whispered to myself as I wiped half of it off and grabbed more tissues for the rest.

“What a man…”

And wasn’t that the darn truth?

Not only was Jim the hottest thing since fried chicken, he was also apparently a baby makin’ factory as well. I’d never known just how much of a turn-on a man’s cum was until I had a hot, sticky mess all over my face.

I knew it was completely wrong. I knew my mom and dad were both downstairs waiting. I knew Jim was my father’s best friend and employee, and I knew it was Thanksgiving and this kind of hanky-panky was completely inappropriate…

…but I also didn’t really care.

Jim was impossible to resist, and the fact that he was fighting to keep his hands off me was even hotter.

His rugged body was on another level compared to the gym-bred boys I went to school with, who had never done a real day’s work in their entire life. Jim’s body was a result of the hard life he’d lived. He was an authentic, real, honest-to-goodness man.

He was right to question me on how I knew his dick was big, but it was still an absurd question. Even if I had never seen a dick before, I would have known he was hung like a horse. I was surprised I’d even been able to get my mouth around it, and as I ran the hot water and washed the rest of his mess from my cheeks, I wondered just how I was going to get it inside me.

Oh, I was going to get it inside me. I didn’t care what Jim did to protest. Either my dad came around or he didn’t, but nothing was going to keep me away from the most gorgeous man to ever walk God’s green earth.

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