But Violet was ecstatic.
“Eat, eat!” she commanded. And closing my eyes, I did as she asked, taking a big bite of gingerbread.
“Mmmm, delicious!” I praised, giving her a big smile. “That was so good! You did such a good job!”
“Mmm-hmmm,” said the tot. “Now bed!”
And I glanced up at Mr. Parker then, seeking his approval to spirit his daughter upstairs. But what I saw took me aback, made me freeze for a moment. Because I hadn’t looked at him since entering the kitchen, and the expression on his face was possessive. Not possessive in a sexual way, but rather like a man looking at his girls, knowing that these two females were his to take care of, his responsibility, his entire life. Pete’s blue eyes were warm as he took in our heads bent over the cookie, the conspiratorial way we huddled like we were sharing a secret.
“Ahem,” he cleared his throat roughly. “Right. Violet, it’s your bedtime, Mandy will take you upstairs. Beddy-bye bedbug, love you lots,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
But Violet was already focused on me again.
“Bye Daddy,” she said carelessly, not even glancing his way. “Now you, Mandy!” she finished imperiously, holding her arms up to be carried.
And all three of us laughed then. My bond with the little girl was so strong that she’d even ignore her beloved father in my presence. So I picked Violet up and smiled over her shoulder at Pete, mouthing “just five minutes” before carrying my small charge up the marble staircase and into her room.
I wish it had been only five minutes, that it only took five minutes to get Violet to sleep, but it was more like half an hour of singing, humming, another story, then some more singing, before the little girl dropped off, exhausted. And by the time I was done, I was pretty tired myself. That’s something they don’t tell you about child-rearing. It’s effing bone-wearying even if you adore the kid, love them like your own.
So I trudged downstairs, taking deep breaths. Oh god, it was time to see Peter, to start up again where we’d left off. And even the split second I had to prepare myself was enough to get my heart racing, my blood pumping. Because the big man was waiting, with the broad chest, the thick thighs, and even thicker …. My breath caught. Was it really going to happen tonight? Oh my god, really, I was going to lose my virginity? My pussy gushed, nipples going hard. I certainly hoped so because I couldn’t wait a second longer.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pete
Mandy came downstairs looking a little tired but still so beautiful, so desirable, that sweet figure inviting, plump and delicious.
“How goes?” I asked eyebrow arched.
And she sighed before plopping onto a stool.
“It goes,” she said wryly. “Your daughter can be a handful.”
I nodded knowingly. No one knew better than me what Violet could be like, good moods, bad moods, sick, healthy, the whims and idiosyncrasies of a five year-old.
“Wore you out, huh?” I asked sympathetically, pushing a mug of tea her way once more.
Mandy looked up at me then, turning those caramel eyes to mine.
“Um, yes,” she said biting her lip, “but not so much that … that …”
I chuckled throatily then.
“Not so much not to get down?” I rumbled deep in my throat. “You wanna take up where we left off last night?”
And the brunette blushed then, it was so cute seeing how her cheeks went pink, the hue descending all the way down to her boobs. Oh shit, those boobs. She was wearing a women’s t-shirt, the kind that hugs the figure and her tits were ginormous, outlined in the soft cotton, ready to be touched and caressed.
But I wanted to hear her say it, I wanted the girl to say that she wanted me. So I fixed her with a gaze.
“You ready?” I rumbled throatily.
The girl licked her lips as though they were dry, although she’d just taken a sip of tea.
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” she swallowed, still unused to being so forward. “Please.”
And that was all I needed to hear. I descended on the female like a lion, seizing her mouth in a kiss, tasting that plush pink pout, savoring her feminine energy. Because she was so generous, so giving, so loving even though all we’d done was kiss. Mandy opened her mouth immediately, parting those sweet lips so I could delve inside, taste her inner honey, swallow all her gasps.
“Oh Pete,” she moaned breathily into my mouth. “Oh!”
And hearing my name on her lips only cranked up my arousal, put the burn on max. Because there was something so right about it, even though I was twenty years her senior and technically her employer. Hearing Mandy murmur my name in the throes of arousal was absolutely right, and I wanted to hear it again and again.
But this wasn’t the place, not among the pots and pans, on top of a cold granite countertop. So I swept the girl’s curvy form into my arms, huge breasts pressed against my chest, never taking my mouth off hers, and went up the stairs two at a time, legs eating up the distance.
“Fuck baby girl, you’re gonna be the death of me,” I growled, dropping her onto the bedspread.
And she lifted her head, a little dazed, curves bouncing, swaying.
“Pete, are we …?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I grunted. “We’re in my bedroom and I’m gonna take you until you scream my name again and again, make that sweet body orgasm until you’re hoarse from coming so hard.”
Mandy flushed then, partly from arousal but partly from something else as well.
“Pete, before we start, I want to tell you …,” she began slowly.
I was only half-listening, so intent on getting her naked that I could barely hear the words. That tee was off in a New York second, her jeans pulled down her legs until the brunette was clad in nothing but a pink bra and matching panties. And oh fuck, I definitely couldn’t hear then because she was so fucking luscious, huge breasts overfilling the tiny lace cups, the outline of her pussy visible under the mesh material. I could literally see her clit throbbing and barely stopped myself from pressing my lips to the aching nub, pinching and toying with it before going in for a solid rub.
But Mandy’s hands on my body stopped me, forced me to look up for a moment, jolting. Because I’d shed my clothes as well and she’d reached for my dick, her small hand squeezing the hard shaft.
“Pete,” she said urgently again, “please listen.”
I groaned, throwing my head back, jaw tight with tension. Fuck, if the girl kept this up I was gonna be spurting in about two minutes flat, no penetration necessary. So I put a big hand on hers, stilling her movements and opened my eyes, piercing blue meeting caramel brown, both of us barely under control.
“What?” I growled. “What the fuck is it?”
The little girl colored then.
“Well, um, I just wanted to tell you,” she murmured, looking down, not meeting my eyes, “that, well I’m a virgin,” she finished in a rush.
And my cock jumped then, so hard and hot that the brunette looked up immediately, shocked, eyes wide. Because it was so arousing to find out that my teen babysitter had never been touched. Holy shit, a man had never plumbed those sweet depths, never caressed her inside, never tasted that pussy? This was like Thanksgiving, Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one.
“Baby,” I growled, not daring to move, barely even breathing. “How is that possible? How is that fucking possible?”
And the brunette flushed again.
“I-I guess I never found someone I wanted to be with,” she murmured hesitantly. “You’re my first, Mr. Parker.”
And fuck, but I could hold back no longer. The panties and bra were torn off, ripped to shreds, my big body covering hers, those voluptuous curves mashed against my hardness. Holy shit my dick was literally vibrating with arousal I was so turned on, the tip leaking wetly, dripping male lust.
“Baby, that’s music to my ears, I never dreamed you’d be untouched,” I growled against her mouth, loving her lips with mine. “A
nd fuck, it only makes me want you more, makes me want to take you right now. Feel that, honey?” I asked, grinding my hips against her. “Feel that? That’s how much I want that sweet pussy.”
And the girl threw her head back and moaned as I ran my dick up and down her pelvic bone, rubbing up against that swollen cunt with my hard member. Oh shit, oh shit, if I wasn’t careful some cum was gonna find its way into her, I was gonna impregnate a fertile eighteen year-old.
And that’s when Mandy surprised me again. Because she reached between our bodies and took my fuckrod in her hand again, that small palm fisting my cock. Holy shit, the brunette knew exactly how to work me already, using my pole like a lever, the ultimate joystick. I’d do whatever she wanted so long as her fingers were on my shaft, I’d be her fuck slave, her toyboy, anything at all.
“So you’re not angry?” she said shyly, still unable to completely meet my eyes despite the fact that male body parts were pressed against female body parts, not an inch of daylight to be seen.
And I growled.
“Fuck no, this is the best gift you could give me, baby, I fuckin’ love it.”
And she looked at me questioningly once more, big brown eyes melty and warm.
“Well, maybe you could do something for me then,” she said tentatively, licking lightly at her pink lips. I was fast losing patience, but forced myself to listen. This was a virgin and she deserved respect.
“What is it?” I ground out, dick jerking again. “Tell me.”
And Mandy bit her lip before meeting my eyes.
“Mr. Parker, would you go in bare?” she whispered. “I want to feel you in me, just you, nothing separating us.”
And oh god, but a small burst of pre-cum squirted against her lower belly at those words, my dick letting go for a moment. The brunette gasped at the warm wetness, looking down shocked, but I didn’t let her back away. Instead, I pulled her closer, our foreheads almost touching now.
“Baby, are you sure?” I rasped. “Are you on the pill? IUD? Anything?”
And she shook her head slowly.
“No, I never got on anything because I’m a virgin,” she said truthfully. “I didn’t think I needed it.”
And I groaned because shit, was I actually contemplating coming in a fertile eighteen year-old’s sweet cunt? Spewing my sperm into that ripe cavern, letting her feel hot juice deep inside?
And yeah I was, because I wanted it. I’m usually careful as all get out with women, paranoid because you never know when a female is gonna go postal, make you a baby daddy against your will. But all that was irrelevant because the situation was so different. Mandy had looked right with Violet, like a mother goddess taking care of my child, doting on her charge, pulling at my heartstrings. And fuck, but I wanted to see those curves swell with my seed, bloom with my baby.
So I pulled back, looking into her eyes, blue gaze blazing.
“Honey, you gotta be sure,” I ground out roughly. “Because you’re a fertile eighteen year-old and once I start coming, I’m not gonna stop.”
She exhaled, breasts rising, pressed against my chest.
“What do you mean, Mr. Parker?” she whispered. “What do you mean, ‘you’re not gonna stop’? I would never expect you to stop in the middle of … you know,” she said shyly, blushing beautifully again.
And I growled deeply, possessively in my chest. The brunette thought I was referring to pulling out, whipping out my dick when the sperm started to spurt, but naw, I’d never do that to myself, it’s like kicking yourself in the balls, lashing yourself with a whip.
So I was specific.
“What it means is that if I fuck you bare tonight, I’m never gonna stop,” I said roughly. “Every time we fuck, it’s gonna be bareback, I’ll be in you no condom, no diaphragms, none of that shit, never.”
And the brunette gasped then, eyes going wide.
“Never?” she whispered. If I wasn’t wrong, there was a look of titillation, hunger and desire mixed together in those caramel depths.
“Never,” I growled again, confirming my take-no-prisoners stance. “Bareback every single time, every time that sweet pussy is wrapped around my cock.”
And the girl melted then.
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” she murmured against my lips. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
All restraint was lost then, my cock jerking uncontrollably. I turned into a fucking maniac, my ability to think gone, guided only by my sheer want for this girl, the incredible need to take. Because a virgin had just given me permission to own her, to shoot my hot cum into that fertile body, and fuck, oh fuck I wanted to. There was no one more right than Mandy, this giving, gorgeous, fuckable doll.
“Get up,” I commanded, backing away from her.
She blinked at me with confusion.
“Wha-?” she murmured, shivering a little now that my body heat was gone. I guess the brunette thought I was gonna ram it into her just like that, no preparation, no more foreplay. But that was no way to start off our relationship because I like my girls to know who’s boss, and this was the perfect time for some discipline.
“Mr. Parker?” she murmured again, those huge tits swaying. But I backed off, kneeling on the bed.
“You heard me,” I rumbled, eyes burning up that sweet figure, that generous flesh on display. “Up.”
And slowly, Mandy raised herself, kneeling on the bed so that she faced me, sitting with her ass on her heels. I growled approvingly. God those boobs were so lush, such perfect ovoids, it was struggle not to bury my face in them right now, not to suck a huge tit into my mouth while caressing that sweet, hot slit.
But right, discipline. The girl’s silky core had to wait for the moment.
“Spread your knees,” I rasped, eyes focused on her pink center.
And slowly, she did as told, inching her knees apart, each centimeter revealing more of her core, plush labia coming into view.
“That’s right,” I encouraged, voice raspy with lust. “Keep going.”
And the girl took another deep breath, parting her legs until her cunt was totally revealed, lips glistening with desire, shit there was even cream smeared on her thighs. As I watched a small drip formed on those pussy lips, growing bigger until it dropped off her labia, a small rope of goo wetting the bedspread. My cock jumped, pre-cum spurting and I fucking had to take a huge breath then, pinch my dicktip so as not to come. Mandy was so beautiful, so arousing, so fucking desirable that I was losing control much faster than I thought.
“That’s right,” I muttered hoarsely. “Now hands behind your back, push those titties out.”
And obediently, the brunette did as told. She locked her small fists behind her lower back and oh god, those boobs rose like the prow of a ship breaching a tide, rising into the air like giant white orbs surfacing from the water. Oh fuck, oh fuck, my dick jerked again, pre-cum jetting out onto the coverlet, this thing was gonna have to be laundered stat.
And Mandy gasped, eyes fixed on the tell-tale wet spot under my cock, transfixed as my penis trailed male white.
“Mr. Parker,” she murmured. “Is it time? I’m ready,” she breathed.
I snapped back to my senses.
“That’s right baby girl,” I growled. “It’s time because I’m gonna touch you now and you’re not gonna move until I say.”
The brunette gasped again, eyes wide. I could swear her cunt gushed more as well, but it was too late to stop, way past the point of no return.
“Hold still, baby,” I rumbled, coming in close. “Hold still.”
Because with that, I reached between those sweet thighs and ran a finger lightly over her wet folds. Oh fuck, she was more than wet, she was fucking drenched. My digit came away coated in white and shit, it was so aromatic, so heady that I wanted more. I reached back into her cunt, this time letting her folds close around two fingers, touching the little hole where my dick would go before pinching her labia, rubbing up and down along that puffy flesh. She squirmed and squealed, eyes shut
tight, face lifted to the ceiling, that perfect profile on display.
“Please, Mr. Parker, please,” she begged, breathing ragged, hips trembling a bit, wet flesh quivering.
But I was an alpha and wasn’t giving an inch.
“Don’t move,” I warned roughly, my voice a low growl. “Don’t fucking move,” I hissed.
And the brunette’s eyes snapped open then, breathy gasp crescendoing into a high-pitched whine of pleasure, of desire.
“Mr. Pa-Parker,” she stuttered slightly. “Oh god, oh god!”
Because I was pinching her clit now, rubbing that small pleasure center between the rough pads of my fingers, giving it a good massage. And her hips jerked involuntarily, pussy gushing heavily, a hot gust of female cream spilling into my palm.
“Nuh-uh,” I warned again, my voice a deep growl. “No moving, baby, don’t fucking move,” I rasped.
And her eyes squeezed tight again in concentration, breasts heaving with each labored inhale as the brunette struggled not to budge.
“Ohhhh!” was all she could manage as my fingers slipped within her folds. “Ohhhh!”
And shit, but it was time to double down because I’m a dirty bastard and fucking women is my thing, making them cream and gush, giving them the time of their lives. So pulling my hand away, I got on my back and scooted myself between her thighs, pushing my head until it was right under her cunt, those steamy folds just inches from my mouth.
“Fuck baby,” I growled into her folds. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Because it was true. I’ve seen more than my fair share of cunt and on a scale of one to ten, Mandy was twelve. She was perfectly symmetrical, with none of those gross flapping parts that some chicks have. And her smell, it was the heady scent of a female in heat, tangy, musky, none of that garbage shit that emanates from a woman who doesn’t clean down there. Yeah, like I said, I’ve seen it all, I’ve been with a lot of tramps.
But Mandy was none of that, she was fucking perfect. Her lips were perfectly proportioned, swollen with nary a hair, and oh fuck, but pulled apart I could see straight up that deep pink channel, the walls glistening and pulsing. Fuck, I could see all the way up her insides, female steam blowing onto my face, musky and spicy, totally appetizing.
His Captive: A Revenge Marriage Romance Page 19
