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"Papa, can I eat this banana?" Pao asks when I was still supervising Iva gobbling the steamed broccoli, since we're going with baby-led weaning.

"Are you sure you wanna eat it? Can you take a smaller banana? You just ate dinner, it's too big I think. You wouldn't be able to finish the whole thing. Why don't you grab a smaller one on the counter, hm Princesa?"

She turns to Estelle that is still eating her food, "Mama, is this banana too big?"

"Nahh, it's average." She answers nonchalantly to which I put my hand on my chest, "Ouch. That hurts." Because that banana is the size of my ding dong.

She laughs once she realises what she just said, "It is what it is, Papa."

"So can I have it now, Papa? Mama said it's average, not big."

"Double ouch. You wanna join too, Iva? Hmmm?"

Thank God we don't have a nanny working today because if she is, perhaps she'll throw the same comment. Does this mean I have to find a man now to equalise the progesterone level in this house?

***

"Why would you need a snack now? We're in the middle of a movie." I can't with her ridiculous requests sometimes, asking for food when she could've just asked before the movie started.

"I'm breastfeeding, I'm always hungry. Come on Papa, make me something."

"Shhh." I shush her to focus on the movie we're watching.

"How come you're still full from the tiny chicken you served for dinner," she puts her hand on my tummy, spreading it around that area, "See. They're flat. You're hungry too. Come on, Papa. Make me somethinggg."

"It's flat because I work out." I'm still trying my best to watch the movie. It's extra tiring today since we don't have any help because Beatrice and Nancy are on leave so right now, the only thing I wanna do is to sit down and enjoy this movie with a bottle of beer, in peace.

"Must be nice to have a flat tummy, never knew what that is after mine is all stretchy to bring a human being to this world. I now have this sad flabby tummy, but still not enough to request for a snack to the father of that human being I pushed from my vagina. Sobs."

"Shhh." I shush her again without falling for that same sentence; she's used it too many times since she gave birth.

"But-"

"Shushhh shtop talking, shilence, shhhut up." She's stunned when I say it with her face an inch away from mine.

But the bratty princess recovers, "Make me something pleaseeee Papa. Plish plish plishhh," she rubs my tummy again, this time spreading it to my chest back to the v curve, going everywhere just to annoy me so I'd get up and cook for her. Not working too this time.

"I want chicken nuggies, Papa." She requests in baby voice, upping her game.

I take her annoying hand and slip it into my sweatpants, placing it right on my semi-hard cock. Her hand remains immovable even after I take mine out, as she keeps quiet but my eyes are still on the tv. There, now I get my peace.

To my surprise she grabs it, enveloping half my length in her palm, going up and down that I am now fully erect, completely distracted from this movie.

I close my eyes as she keeps doing the same thing, that I have to warn her before it's too late, "You should go to your room."

"Why, Papa?" Goddamn it. Why must she ask me so innocently, and use that nickname. It's supposed to be used only when the kids are around. We're back to Owen and Estelle now since they're both in bed.

"You have a dirty mind," she taunts me further as she smirks, her hand is still stroking my hardness.

"Yes I have a dirty mind," a moment of confession, "And you're on it."

She giggles while approaching me further, making me slightly uncomfortable realising we might be going towards something we're not supposed to.

"I haven't done this for a while."

"Are you saying we're doing this?"

"Well, I'm doing this," her eyes directs mine to her hand that is still in my sweatpants, "but like I said, I'm rusty. Drop some tips if you have one."

"Uhh," my breath hitches when she spreads my pre-cum all over the head, while applying pressure where it matters, "The best handjob tips on earth is, to put it in your mouth."

She fucking follows the tips when she takes out my cock and dips her head for a lick. I groan seeing how beautiful she looked, bobbing her head up and down my shaft, as if she's really hungry for a snack she'd put anything in her mouth. I should feed her less tomorrow then.

But the way she's been repeating herself of how much she doesn't want me or my dick in her life since the past seven months, makes me want to stop this right now. Pretty sure she'll regret this so much come tomorrow when her head is clear again.

"Is this seat taken?" She asks once she looks at me, pointing on my bulge.

Oh not so fast, I'm gonna make her confess how much she really wants me before I finally enter her needy hole.

"You're going to strip for me first."

"I am?" She smiles, challenging me.

"Put on a show while you're at it." Because every time she goes to a date, I've been imagining her coming home and do a strip show for me.

She walks to the centre of the living room, just a few feet away from me and the couch, and starts to take off her t-shirt in a slow motion. One by one comes off until she's left with nothing, all bare for me to consume.

"Can I sit now?" She smiles at me while asking in the sweetest voice, "Please?"

Of course I'm gonna eat her first, drive her crazy with my mouth and fingers.

"You got something on your butt," I comment after she twirls when I asked her to.

"Huh? What is it?"

"My eyes."

She laughs again, but this time running towards me and jumps on my lap, kissing me while grinding her pussy on my cock. No, not yet. Not yet, boy.

I put her next to me then kneels on the floor, gently opens her legs to reveal the view I've missed since forever. I feast on her delicious pussy to my heart content that she reaches for her nursing pillow that's sitting beside her to cup her face, muffling her scream when she comes.

And finally, when she's all ready for me, I fulfil her request and put my cock in her snug little pussy. She winces despite my average size, and grunts every time I slam it in.

I feel victorious seeing the evidence of my love for her drips sweetly down her thighs, staining her skin with reminders that we will always go back to that toxic cycle doesn't matter what happens.

Because she belongs to me, and I belong to her.

"Thank God for infertility, because we forgot about the condom." She smiles in relief, with satisfaction clearly shown on her face from the multiple orgasms.

How I wish I can put one more baby in her just so we can remain in this toxic cycle forever, only now we're injecting communication and honesty in it.




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