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“Oh oh oh!” she cried, each syllable punctuated by a jerk of her pussy, another wet squirt of female cream. “Oh fuuuuuck!”

And I was ready, mouth open, tongue questing as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of sweet ambrosia. Oh fuck, feeling a woman come on my face is one of the best things in life, one of the top ten delights and with a woman as sweet, as sensuous as Mandy, it was even better, like a fucking truck running full-on into a train, both powerful machines colliding, exploding into a ball of flame.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” she screamed above me, that dirty little mouth still going. Shit, I loved it nasty and groaned my approval into her cunt, still drinking cream.

“That’s right, talk dirty to me baby girl, talk dirty,” I rasped. “Let it all out, all your inhibitions.”

And she squirted again, hard, pussy clenching on my face before collapsing on me, her face pressed against my abs as I tongued her cunt a little more, lapping at the quivering flesh, sweet cream still flowing like a river.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, panting, eyes closed, heaving flanks gleaming with a sheen of sweat. “Mmmm, Pete.”

And I chuckled deep in my chest. Fuck we were practically in a sixty-nine, all she had to do was stretch forward a couple inches with that pouty mouth and my dick would be right there. But the brunette came to her senses a bit, inhaling deep, my tongue still lightly lapping that wet pussy as she descended from heaven.

“Ohhh, that feels good,” she murmured throatily, clit quivering as she moved her hips a little, involuntarily circling them.

And I chuckled again.

“You think?” I ground out, still licking. “There’s more where it came from,” I assured.

But she lifted herself onto her elbows then, looking down at me, eyes still stunned, body still running with the aftershocks of desire.

“But Pete,” she murmured throatily, “You didn’t …”

“I didn’t come?” I finished helpfully.

And she nodded, blushing, those pink cheeks flaring with color. I growled low in my chest. Fuck, the brunette was so beautiful, so arousing, and yet shy. Really? The girl had just come on my face, let me taste her hymen, and I was even at this moment lapping at her cunt lazily. Still shy, really?

But Mandy nodded, ducking her head and it was so adorable.

“I want you to come too,” she murmured throatily, “I want you to come, you know … the regular way.”

And I grinned. Because I knew what she was saying. Mandy wanted dick in twat, wanted me to fuck her deep, balls to the wall, and you know what? I was only too happy to oblige.

So licking that pussy once more, giving it a deep, sensuous caress with my tongue, I blew hard on her clit as she squirmed and wiggled, moaning slightly.

“You got it, baby girl,” I rumbled, looking deep into her eyes, seizing that caramel gaze. “Your wish is my command.”

And with that, I pulled out from under her and held that curvy form close to me, inhaling her breath in a deep kiss, a liplock that spoke volumes because this was more than a fuck, it was more than a quick flyby. I owned Mandy … and whether or not the girl knew it yet, my dick in her body was just the first step.





CHAPTER NINE


Mandy




It was absolutely amazing. Everything that happened between Mr. Parker and I was absolutely, unbelievably amazing. Because I’ve read the dirty books, I read and re-read Fifty Shades of Grey, but oh god, living it in real life was no comparison.

Because he was so commanding, so alpha, so dominant, knowing exactly how to push my buttons, where to touch, where to caress, playing my body like a violin until I was singing with desire, literally humming, my strings stretched so tight, ready to break.

And they broke only when he said so. Oh yeah, when he said “now,” I jumped, curvy form shattering with orgasm, vision going black and then white, pussy so hungry, mashed against his face as I came, I thought I might suffocate him, he’d die from lack of oxygen.

But no, Pete rode my orgasm like a pro surfer on an amazing wave, skillful, adept, never stopping his tongue, caressing me as each shiver wracked my body, making me scream and shout.

“Oh Mr. Parker!” I gasped. “Oh god!”

And he rumbled approvingly from beneath my folds.

“Keep going baby girl, ride it, ride it,” he commanded, and I did. My boobs heaved and jumped as orgasm tore through me, every single cell alive with sensation, pussy clamping so hard I could hear snapping sounds, wet sucking noises as it heaved desperately.

But that was the problem. Now that my orgasm was done, body flushed and sated, my cunt shivered again reflexively, reminding me that it was still empty. Because I wanted this. I wanted to come down from a high with a dick buried deep in my body, feeling that fullness, feeling that deep stretch, and right now, I only had an empty hole.