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So turning the conversation light once again, I teased her about her curls, about her fine, curvy form.

“And I want to see you put on some weight, put some jiggle on that body,” I grinned lasciviously at her while passing over a jar of maple syrup. “Put this gooey shit all over your pancakes, it’s got a lot of calories.”

And the girl just nodded as I poured a generous amount of amber liquid over her short stack, licking her lips in anticipation, her pink tongue flickering slightly, making my heart stop and my mouth water. Because Lindy was so fucking sexy, so amazing without even knowing it. I loved how she dug into the food, relishing it with a voracious appetite, savoring every last bite, even closing her eyes as she swallowed, like I was a Master Chef who’d served her a five-course meal.

“Mmmm, that was good, thank you Chris,” she purred. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

And I grinned at her.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know baby girl, and I’m about to teach you,” I growled before pouncing on her. Because I couldn’t wait anymore. Even though breakfast had taken only about half an hour, I was so hungry for her, dying inside, watching those sweet lips caress the pancakes, swallow the syrup, that I wanted her bad, wrapped around me, that mouth on me, swallowing my syrup. So I grabbed her and rushed up the stairs, dumping her unceremoniously on my bed.

And oh fuck, what happened was so amazing, so dirty and unreal that I almost creamed myself. I tasted that swollen pussy, drank her nectar, sampled the honey within, and it was the best I’ve ever had. Lindy’s so aromatic, her cream slick and wet, running down my throat in gushes, and I loved as she heaved above me, her boobs bouncing here and there as I licked her twat.

“Ohhh Mr. Jones,” she cried out, eyes alive, feeling a man’s tongue on her clit for the first time. “Ohhhh.”

Fuck, even the way she said “Mr. Jones” was such a fucking turn-on, my mast popped out at full force, the pre-cum dripping wetly from the head. But this first orgasm was hers, all hers, and I was determined to ride it until Lindy was nothing but a gasping, moaning pile in my arms.

And it wasn’t hard to do. The girl was so sensitive, so responsive and attuned to my every touch, my every directive, that she creamed within minutes, orgasming hard on my face, giving it all up with my tongue buried in her pussy, caressing her hymen as it vibrated with shock, with ecstasy, her cunt clenching and spasming as her eyes rolled back, screaming. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I was alive on all fronts, my senses heightened, like I was Superman on drugs, powerful, omniscient, that’s how amazing Lindy made me feel.

And when it was over, the brunette was sweet, looking at me through half-lidded eyes, that heaving, plump body covered in a light sheen of sweat, creamy and glistening under the low lights.

“Mr. Jones,” she laughed, panting a little still, those big boobies jiggling with her giggle. “But you haven’t, you know …” she said, blushing again.

And I dropped another kiss on her pussy, swiping my tongue across her clit for good measure.

“I know, baby,” I said smoothly. “I haven’t forgotten because yeah, you’re taking my dick next.”

And the brunette’s breathy gasp, the desire lighting in her eyes, only confirmed what I suspected and now knew for sure. This was going to be the best ten days of my life … bar none.





CHAPTER NINE


Lindy




The sex had been amazing. There, I said it. Sex. Or did that count? Did orgasming on Chris’s face count as sex or did his dick have to be in me?

Suddenly I was lost and confused because that’s what Mr. Jones does to me. He’s so charismatic, so charming that suddenly I find myself doing what he wants, when he wants. He could probably say, “Lindy, spin on my dick like an ice skater,” and I’d probably just murmur, “How fast, Mr. Jones? Just tell me how fast?”

Because I could feel it, I could feel how much under his spell I was. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him to put it in, to take me, make me his. And the way he was reaching for me now, his big body tense again, those muscles rippling, a certain gleam in those dark blue eyes told me that my dream was about to come true.

“Baby come closer,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. And I melted inside, I couldn’t wait to be near him, to wrap myself all around this big man but my body betrayed me. I’ve always been a little clumsy and I just wasn’t sure how. So awkwardly, I hoisted myself over, landing between his spread legs with a thunk on the mattress, my generous behind bouncing as my breasts flew this way and that.

I half expected him to shake his head in disgust, the unladylike way I’d just plopped myself in front of him, but instead the big man laughed, one hand going up to stroke a breast, pinch my nipple, while the other one lazily caressed my thigh.