“Daddy,” she breathed, looking up at me coyly through her lashes. “You taste amazing.”
And fuck, but my cock grew rock hard once more. Because the teen was perfect for me. Everything about her, that sweet, sensuous body, the dulcet voice, her sheer dirtiness, first fucking herself in my tub then swallowing my sperm, she was perfect, one hundred percent. And all I wanted was more … as much Mandy as possible, as soon as possible.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mandy
It wasn’t awkward at all. It should have been but it wasn’t for whatever reason. Because after I licked the sperm off his hand, Mr. Parker chuckled deep in his chest.
“Baby girl,” he rumbled. “You are one dirty slut.”
And the words should have made me angry, should have repulsed me but instead, they turned me on, made my pussy cream again even though I’d just gushed hard into the tub.
“I know, Mr. Parker, I know,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. “And my slutty cunt wants you, wants your cock inside,” I murmured, the words slipping through my lips like honey. Oh my god, was it me saying that sentence? Saying unbelievable dirty phrases that made both him and I jerk, snap alert?
But yeah, it was me, and my body went with it. I was possessed, a new woman, ripe and sexy, and for the life of me I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. Mr. Parker was hard again, and that huge rod was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Thick and solid, jutting out from his waist at ninety degrees, bobbing slightly and just inches from my face. There’s nothing that can prepare you for how big a dick is in real life, veins throbbing vividly, pole shaking with each pound of blood.
And oh fuck, but I wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel it in me, feel it take me deep, hard, make me cry out with ecstasy, a slave to him. So I pleaded with my eyes and my words.
“Please Mr. Parker, please?” I said breathily, brown eyes wide.
But the big man just chuckled.
“Naw, not tonight sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Water must be getting cold and your parents are gonna wonder where you are.”
The word “parents” brought me back to reality with a jolt. Oh my god. My parents. Trish and Jim would be shocked to find out that their dear daughter, class valedictorian and budding college student was currently acting out her dirtiest fantasies with their trusted neighbor, a family man.
“But I haven’t had you inside me yet,” I whispered, blushing.
And dark streaks materialized across Mr. Parker’s cheekbones, chest and abs going tight, dick jerking involuntarily.
“Is that what you want?” he rasped hoarsely as a big hand reached out and stroked my hair. “Is that what you want baby girl?”
And like a kitten with its master, I mewled slightly, rubbing my head against that big palm. God, it felt good to be so wanton, the heat from his hand scorching me, nerve-endings going crazy just from this one touch. And the new me went for it.
“It is what I want,” I breathed, looking up at him with wide caramel eyes. “Please, Mr. Parker, please,” and for good measure, I shook my titties at him, the huge white orbs swaying in the water, bobbling to the surface as I teased. One small hand went up to trace a nipple softly, running in circles around the hard tip. “Please?” I murmured again.
And his blue eyes darkened to black, gleaming. But this was an alpha male with perfect control over his body and he merely rumbled in his throat, running a ringlet through his big fingers, pulling lightly at a curl.
“Naw, baby, this isn’t the time. We don’t want the whole town knowing that something’s up and if you come home late smelling of sex, the Junior League is gonna be talking about it. So upsy-daisy, come on, we’ll do it another time, a real date.”
And with that, he stepped back, grabbing a huge, fluffy white towel from the rack and holding it open before me. I was disappointed sure, but my heart jumped at the word “date.” Did Pete mean me and him together, getting to know each other, the real thing?
And he chuckled deep in his throat, reading my mind.
“I don’t think we should use labels just yet, honey,” he growled. “But why don’t you come over and babysit for Violet again tomorrow? I’m a single man who needs help with my daughter, and it’s the perfect cover, you’ve been sitting for us for years. I promise it’ll be good,” he rumbled low in his throat. “Now upsy-daisy, I’m not gonna say it again.”
And my heart jolted. Mr. Parker was right. No one would be alarmed if I started coming over on a day to day basis to help with Violet for a month. It was perfectly natural, I was her old babysitter, someone she’d bonded with a long time ago and a familiar face in these times of change. So yes, I could come over tomorrow night … especially if it meant seeing Mr. Parker alone again.