“Wow, you aren’t even gonna touch the food first?” with McCree?

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As sweet as this homemade anniversary dinner is, you have eyes on a much more delectable treat than the spread before you.

“Wow, you aren’t even gonna touch the food first?” McCree grins at you as you stretch your feet out, pressing lightly against the thin fabric of the apron. It shifts with every movement of your feet, revealing more and more of his gloriously tanned skin. He can’t possibly expect to wear nothing but this apron and that you wouldn’t jump on him at the first opportunity. 

Your hooded eyes gleam with desire and amusement, a finger tapping at your lips as you watch his muscled form twitch. “Then you shouldn’t have put an even more delicious dish in front of me, McCree.” His eyes flutter and his mouth falls agape when you slip your feet under the apron to touch his heated erection, caressing and slipping over him until you feel wetness smear over your toes.

The writing on the apron distorts as he slides down and opens his thighs to you, inviting your touch, but you can still read it clear as day. ‘It’s not done right if it ain’t raw’ is printed in large letters over a picture that has been scratched out in marker pen, McCree’s handwriting replacing it with ‘my ass’.

You bite your lip and tuck one foot under his ass to nudge at his hole teasingly. “Besides, I don’t think you’ll last throughout dinner without something in your ass.”

The outlaw groans in reply and gets out of his seat, instead sitting down on the floor and flopping onto his back before you with his legs raised to reveal his winking hole and throbbing cock. He pouts up at you as he spreads his cheeks wide, “I can entertain ya while you eat, boss.”

“That you can, Jesse McCree,” you point at a pile of freshly washed and intact cucumbers on the counter. “Get to it. I want that ass ready for dessert.” 

He moans and fingers himself uncontrollably for a heartbeat until you kick his thigh with the top of your foot to nudge him into action. “Yes, ma’am,” he groans and rolls to his knees to start crawling over to the counter.