And fuck, but I could hold back no longer. The panties and bra were torn off, ripped to shreds, my big body covering hers, those voluptuous curves mashed against my hardness. Holy shit my dick was literally vibrating with arousal I was so turned on, the tip leaking wetly, dripping male lust.
“Baby, that’s music to my ears, I never dreamed you’d be untouched,” I growled against her mouth, loving her lips with mine. “And fuck, it only makes me want you more, makes me want to take you right now. Feel that, honey?” I asked, grinding my hips against her. “Feel that? That’s how much I want that sweet pussy.”
And the girl threw her head back and moaned as I ran my dick up and down her pelvic bone, rubbing up against that swollen cunt with my hard member. Oh shit, oh shit, if I wasn’t careful some cum was gonna find its way into her, I was gonna impregnate a fertile eighteen year-old.
And that’s when Mandy surprised me again. Because she reached between our bodies and took my fuckrod in her hand again, that small palm fisting my cock. Holy shit, the brunette knew exactly how to work me already, using my pole like a lever, the ultimate joystick. I’d do whatever she wanted so long as her fingers were on my shaft, I’d be her fuck slave, her toyboy, anything at all.
“So you’re not angry?” she said shyly, still unable to completely meet my eyes despite the fact that male body parts were pressed against female body parts, not an inch of daylight to be seen.
And I growled.
“Fuck no, this is the best gift you could give me, baby, I fuckin’ love it.”
And she looked at me questioningly once more, big brown eyes melty and warm.
“Well, maybe you could do something for me then,” she said tentatively, licking lightly at her pink lips. I was fast losing patience, but forced myself to listen. This was a virgin and she deserved respect.
“What is it?” I ground out, dick jerking again. “Tell me.”
And Mandy bit her lip before meeting my eyes.
“Mr. Parker, would you go in bare?” she whispered. “I want to feel you in me, just you, nothing separating us.”
And oh god, but a small burst of pre-cum squirted against her lower belly at those words, my dick letting go for a moment. The brunette gasped at the warm wetness, looking down shocked, but I didn’t let her back away. Instead, I pulled her closer, our foreheads almost touching now.
“Baby, are you sure?” I rasped. “Are you on the pill? IUD? Anything?”
And she shook her head slowly.
“No, I never got on anything because I’m a virgin,” she said truthfully. “I didn’t think I needed it.”
And I groaned because shit, was I actually contemplating coming in a fertile eighteen year-old’s sweet cunt? Spewing my sperm into that ripe cavern, letting her feel hot juice deep inside?
And yeah I was, because I wanted it. I’m usually careful as all get out with women, paranoid because you never know when a female is gonna go postal, make you a baby daddy against your will. But all that was irrelevant because the situation was so different. Mandy had looked right with Violet, like a mother goddess taking care of my child, doting on her charge, pulling at my heartstrings. And fuck, but I wanted to see those curves swell with my seed, bloom with my baby.
So I pulled back, looking into her eyes, blue gaze blazing.
“Honey, you gotta be sure,” I ground out roughly. “Because you’re a fertile eighteen year-old and once I start coming, I’m not gonna stop.”
She exhaled, breasts rising, pressed against my chest.
“What do you mean, Mr. Parker?” she whispered. “What do you mean, ‘you’re not gonna stop’? I would never expect you to stop in the middle of … you know,” she said shyly, blushing beautifully again.
And I growled deeply, possessively in my chest. The brunette thought I was referring to pulling out, whipping out my dick when the sperm started to spurt, but naw, I’d never do that to myself, it’s like kicking yourself in the balls, lashing yourself with a whip.
So I was specific.
“What it means is that if I fuck you bare tonight, I’m never gonna stop,” I said roughly. “Every time we fuck, it’s gonna be bareback, I’ll be in you no condom, no diaphragms, none of that shit, never.”
And the brunette gasped then, eyes going wide.
“Never?” she whispered. If I wasn’t wrong, there was a look of titillation, hunger and desire mixed together in those caramel depths.
“Never,” I growled again, confirming my take-no-prisoners stance. “Bareback every single time, every time that sweet pussy is wrapped around my cock.”
And the girl melted then.
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” she murmured against my lips. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
All restraint was lost then, my cock jerking uncontrollably. I turned into a fucking maniac, my ability to think gone, guided only by my sheer want for this girl, the incredible need to take. Because a virgin had just given me permission to own her, to shoot my hot cum into that fertile body, and fuck, oh fuck I wanted to. There was no one more right than Mandy, this giving, gorgeous, fuckable doll.
“Get up,” I commanded, backing away from her.
She blinked at me with confusion.
“Wha-?” she murmured, shivering a little now that my body heat was gone. I guess the brunette thought I was gonna ram it into her just like that, no preparation, no more foreplay. But that was no way to start off our relationship because I like my girls to know who’s boss, and this was the perfect time for some discipline.
“Mr. Parker?” she murmured again, those huge tits swaying. But I backed off, kneeling on the bed.
“You heard me,” I rumbled, eyes burning up that sweet figure, that generous flesh on display. “Up.”
And slowly, Mandy raised herself, kneeling on the bed so that she faced me, sitting with her ass on her heels. I growled approvingly. God those boobs were so lush, such perfect ovoids, it was struggle not to bury my face in them right now, not to suck a huge tit into my mouth while caressing that sweet, hot slit.
But right, discipline. The girl’s silky core had to wait for the moment.
“Spread your knees,” I rasped, eyes focused on her pink center.
And slowly, she did as told, inching her knees apart, each centimeter revealing more of her core, plush labia coming into view.
“That’s right,” I encouraged, voice raspy with lust. “Keep going.”
And the girl took another deep breath, parting her legs until her cunt was totally revealed, lips glistening with desire, shit there was even cream smeared on her thighs. As I watched a small drip formed on those pussy lips, growing bigger until it dropped off her labia, a small rope of goo wetting the bedspread. My cock jumped, pre-cum spurting and I fucking had to take a huge breath then, pinch my dicktip so as not to come. Mandy was so beautiful, so arousing, so fucking desirable that I was losing control much faster than I thought.
“That’s right,” I muttered hoarsely. “Now hands behind your back, push those titties out.”
And obediently, the brunette did as told. She locked her small fists behind her lower back and oh god, those boobs rose like the prow of a ship breaching a tide, rising into the air like giant white orbs surfacing from the water. Oh fuck, oh fuck, my dick jerked again, pre-cum jetting out onto the coverlet, this thing was gonna have to be laundered stat.
And Mandy gasped, eyes fixed on the tell-tale wet spot under my cock, transfixed as my penis trailed male white.
“Mr. Parker,” she murmured. “Is it time? I’m ready,” she breathed.
I snapped back to my senses.
“That’s right baby girl,” I growled. “It’s time because I’m gonna touch you now and you’re not gonna move until I say.”
The brunette gasped again, eyes wide. I could swear her cunt gushed more as well, but it was too late to stop, way past the point of no return.
“Hold still, baby,” I rumbled, coming in close. “Hold still.”
Because with that, I re
ached between those sweet thighs and ran a finger lightly over her wet folds. Oh fuck, she was more than wet, she was fucking drenched. My digit came away coated in white and shit, it was so aromatic, so heady that I wanted more. I reached back into her cunt, this time letting her folds close around two fingers, touching the little hole where my dick would go before pinching her labia, rubbing up and down along that puffy flesh. She squirmed and squealed, eyes shut tight, face lifted to the ceiling, that perfect profile on display.
“Please, Mr. Parker, please,” she begged, breathing ragged, hips trembling a bit, wet flesh quivering.
But I was an alpha and wasn’t giving an inch.
“Don’t move,” I warned roughly, my voice a low growl. “Don’t fucking move,” I hissed.
And the brunette’s eyes snapped open then, breathy gasp crescendoing into a high-pitched whine of pleasure, of desire.
“Mr. Pa-Parker,” she stuttered slightly. “Oh god, oh god!”
Because I was pinching her clit now, rubbing that small pleasure center between the rough pads of my fingers, giving it a good massage. And her hips jerked involuntarily, pussy gushing heavily, a hot gust of female cream spilling into my palm.
“Nuh-uh,” I warned again, my voice a deep growl. “No moving, baby, don’t fucking move,” I rasped.
And her eyes squeezed tight again in concentration, breasts heaving with each labored inhale as the brunette struggled not to budge.
“Ohhhh!” was all she could manage as my fingers slipped within her folds. “Ohhhh!”
And shit, but it was time to double down because I’m a dirty bastard and fucking women is my thing, making them cream and gush, giving them the time of their lives. So pulling my hand away, I got on my back and scooted myself between her thighs, pushing my head until it was right under her cunt, those steamy folds just inches from my mouth.
“Fuck baby,” I growled into her folds. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Because it was true. I’ve seen more than my fair share of cunt and on a scale of one to ten, Mandy was twelve. She was perfectly symmetrical, with none of those gross flapping parts that some chicks have. And her smell, it was the heady scent of a female in heat, tangy, musky, none of that garbage shit that emanates from a woman who doesn’t clean down there. Yeah, like I said, I’ve seen it all, I’ve been with a lot of tramps.
But Mandy was none of that, she was fucking perfect. Her lips were perfectly proportioned, swollen with nary a hair, and oh fuck, but pulled apart I could see straight up that deep pink channel, the walls glistening and pulsing. Fuck, I could see all the way up her insides, female steam blowing onto my face, musky and spicy, totally appetizing.
And I didn’t hesitate. I flattened my tongue and ran it up one labia slowly, and then the other, savoring her vaginal taste.
“Ohhh!” she screamed above me, hips jerking involuntarily. “OH!”
I stopped for a moment.
“Little girl,” I warned. “No moving.”
And although I couldn’t see, I felt her nodding, breasts bobbing.
“Yes Daddy,” she whispered. And I grinned then. Like I said, I’m a sick motherfucker and hearing her say “Daddy” was such a fucking turn-on, and I hadn’t even had to teach her. So as a reward, I licked that sweet pussy again.
“Mmm,” I grunted into her folds, running my tongue over her outer labia, savoring their plush feel. “Hold still because I’m gonna taste something.”
There was no sound except heavy breathing mixed with muted gasps and sighs. So reaching up, I pulled those beautiful lips apart again, and took a deep breath. Because she had something I wanted to taste, something only a virgin could give, and with absolutely zero hesitation, I plunged my tongue up her hole, pushing that muscle deep inside, and fuck, fuck, but I felt it. It was there, what I’d come to find, and oh fuck, it was real. Her hymen. I’d just licked Mandy’s hymen, that quivering, sensitive piece of tissue was mine to taste, to break, to own.
And as she squealed above me, pussy vibrating hard, I pushed my tongue into her again, this time flicking it lightly against the sensitive tissue, tracing circles on it, lapping at it over and over. Warm juices gushed, the most aromatic nectar I’d ever tasted, dripping down my throat like the sweetest honey. And I smiled once more into her folds.
“Feel that baby?” I murmured, going in for another lick. “Feel that virginity? That belongs to me,” I ground out.
Mandy squealed again, her curvy form jiggling with lust, haunches breaking out into a light sheen of sweat as she struggled not to move from the kneeling position, hands locked behind her back still.
“Please Daddy,” she whimpered again. “Please, please, please.”
And I took pity finally.
“Go for it baby,” I husked against her folds, opening my mouth for her nectar. “Come on my face. Come now.”
And with that, the girl let go. She threw her head back and screamed full-on, breasts bouncing up and down as her body was wracked with spasms, each one ripping through her cunt before spreading to her fingers and toes, making her quiver all over. She jerked like a marionette on strings, jolting forward to prop herself on her hands as her pussy ground into my face, mashing up against my nose and lips.
“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.
“Y
ou 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.
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