And right as she hit her peak, eyes squeezed shut, every fiber of her body alive with electricity, she screamed my name. Holy fucking shit. The brunette was crying out for me, over and over again, there were the distinct words of “Fuck me, Mr. Parker, fuck me.”
And the male animal within roared again, dormant no more, growling, ready to take, own, possess. She was mine, no fucking way was I gonna stand here and watch a girl cream herself while dreaming of me. I was getting in on the game stat and Mandy was about to get the ride of her life. So dick rigid in my pants, I began clapping, the sound slow and resonant in the tiled space.
The brunette’s eyes flew open then, her mouth forming a perfect pink “O.” Oh god, what would it feel like to have those plush lips circling my cock, sucking the seed from my balls, the source of all life? Oh fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted, that was absolutely on my to-do list. But first things first.
“Hey Mandy,” I ground out, eyes dancing, body hard.
And the girl sat up with a jerk, gasping for air.
“Mr. Parker!” the brunette shrieked, scrambling, trying to sit up without slipping. She was so bountiful that it was totally futile, water sloshed everywhere as she grabbed the tub edge, trying to get a grip, the wet sound of her butt sliding against porcelain loud and raunchy. Shit, there was so much liquid on the floor we’d probably need one of those wet-vacs to dry this place out. But no worries, it was totally worth it.
“Hey Mandy,” I rumbled again, a casual tone in my voice, acting like everything was normal despite our illicit circumstances. “How goes?”
And the brunette turned beet red then, hunching in the water so that her big breasts were submerged. But it was futile. The water was clear so there were no bubbles to hide her nudity, nothing to shield that sweet white flesh, and I looked my fill, eyebrows raised.
“I’m so sorry,” the brunette babbled, clutching her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself, clamping her thighs tight. I chuckled a bit because I had every intention of parting those legs, looking straight up into her channel as far as the eye could see before burying my cock deep into the plush depths.
But the girl was still apologizing.
“I’m so sorry,” she rushed again, eyes wide, a flush running from her hairline all the way down her sweet chest. “Violet’s okay, I put her to sleep, I just thought I’d enjoy myself a little, you know, take a bath in this guest suite ….”
And I looked at her with an eyebrow arched.
“Guest suite?” I rumbled. “This is my room, where I sleep. You’re in my room, honey.”
And the teen gasped again, clutching herself even tighter, so tight that a boob literally popped free, bobbling in the water, pink nipple hard, begging to be tasted. But Mandy was still blathering on with the apologies and didn’t even notice.
“You-your room?” she stuttered. “I had no idea, Mr. Parker I thought you’d be in the master suite, although maybe with the divorce and all …” she said, the words coming to a slow halt.
But fuck my marriage had been over years ago and I wasn’t afraid to talk about it.
“Vivian and I started sleeping separately a long time ago,” I rumbled smoothly. “So yeah, I moved here and she stayed in there, it was better that way,” I said, beginning to unfasten my belt, loosen my shirt.
And the brunette’s eyes went wide again, mouth in an “O” as the dress shirt slipped off my broad shoulders, belt buckle dropping to the floor with a clunk. I growled because not only was the teen staring, but one soft hand was caressing a breast, trailing light circles around her nipple. Did Mandy even know she was doing it? Or was she still so caught in the thrall of pleasure that she was responding to her body’s needs, unaware how she was telegraphing it to the world?
But fuck, no worries, I wanted a piece of that and was determined to get my fill.
“Keep going, Mandy, keep touching yourself,” I rumbled low in my chest, eyes glued to that sweet form.
And she jolted and stopped then, hand burying itself in the water once more.
“Mr. Parker, what are you doing?” she whispered, eyes wide. “Are you getting in the tub with me?” she gasped, eyeing every inch of bronze flesh revealed as my clothes dropped to the floor.
But I never answered because the little girl let out an “Oh god!” then, eyes fixed to my body. Shit yeah, I’d just lost the boxer shorts and stood completely nude before her now, Adonis come to life. Even though I’m nearing forty, I make sure to work out every day and eat right, and hey, maybe it’s good genes but I look a good fifteen years younger than my biological age. So my chest was broad, wide and deep, and my arms and legs thick and strong. But that was all secondary next to my dick. My penis was at full mast at the moment and stuck out from my hips at a ninety degree angle, powerful, hard, huge, ready to take.