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.