“Do you?” I growled.
Rosy nodded her head quickly. I could tell she was thirsty for my cock, but I got such a rush seeing her beg for it.
I rubbed her pussy through her pants, feeling her wetness through the thick denim. Shit, this girl was leaking like a faucet. Her legs twitched as my hands grazed over her sweetest spot. My tongue was anxious to taste her sweet cunt. I wanted her sweet, precious juices rushing down my throat.
“I’m so wet,” Rosy whispered. I picked her up and kissed her hard. A soft whimper left her lips as I moved my hand between her legs, rubbing her crotch hard. I pushed her against the wall and lifted up her shirt, grazing her erect nipples with my fingertips.
Her soft lips parted, inviting me in. I stuck my tongue deep in her mouth and squeezed on her huge breasts. I could feel her wetness through her jeans as I kept teasing her.
“Please Steele,” Rosy whimpered. I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed until she gasped for air.
“Please what?” I growled. Her eyes rolled back with pleasure.
“Please, please fuck me again,” she mewled.
“Say it again!” I ordered, now reaching my hands down her pants.
“Please fuck me!” Rosy cried out again. “I need you Steele!” Her legs started to shake and her eyes rolled back. I hesitated for a second, then slid my fingers in her panties and began to stroke her hard clit. As the perfumed musk of Rosy’s arousal filled the room, I grew more and more intoxicated.
“You want it? Tell me how much,” I grunted with my fingers deep inside her.
“Unnnh!” Rosy called out. “So much!”
I quickly took my fingers out of her and licked them, keeping my gaze locked on Rosy’s the whole time.
“Then you better work for it,” I growled before setting her aside to walk out the door. Rosy stayed pinned on the wall with sweat dripping between her breasts, her breath jagged.
She swallowed hard and nodded her head obediently.
“Yes, Mr. Steele,” Rosy said softly. “I’ll work for it.” She was trembling with desire and flushed all over.
I’d never seen her look more beautiful. Grinning, I left Rosy panting in my office.
And strutting out of my office, I felt so alive. Rosy was all mine to control, any which way I wanted. I made my way to the kitchen and sat down with my legs crossed. I waited another minute patiently, smirking when I heard Rosy’s soft footsteps in the hall.
Sure enough, the brunette made her way into the kitchen. Her curls were wild, cheeks flushed. Her breasts heaved still with need, that sweet pout slightly open.
I was satisfied. She did deserve it, after all.
I snapped my fingers to get Rosy’s attention.
“Sweetheart, ake me another cup of coffee, but this time with creamer.”
Rosy nodded her head as she wiped sweat off her brow.
“Coming right up, Mr. Steele,” she breathed.
“Hold on,” was my low command.
Rosy stopped in her tracks as she held the creamer in her hand.
“Yes?”
I scanned her up and down.
“Take off all your clothes and serve me naked.”
At first, shock appeared on that beautiful face. But then a shy smile appeared as she set the creamer down and took her clothes off. She bit her lip as she wriggled out of her jeans, panties, and thin shirt. Seconds later, the scent of her wet pussy floated under my nostrils and my cock twitched in my jeans.
I kept my eyes glued on her body the whole time.
When she was completely naked, she glanced at me for approval. I nodded my head in satisfaction then picked up my newspaper.
It didn’t take long for Rosy to fix up my coffee, and when she brought it over I was mesmerized at the sight of her. The steam from the coffee floated around her bare tits, and her thick thighs jiggled as she walked over to me.
“Here’s your coffee, sir.”
I dropped my newspaper, mesmerized by her beauty.
“Just place it right there,” I said as I licked my lips. Rosy set the coffee down and started to walk away, but I caught her by the hips.
“Sit.”
Rosy obediently sat down on my lap, her ass nice and warm on my crotch.
I reached for her tits, squeezing them gently. Rosy gasped at the sensation and pleasure of my touch.
I picked up my coffee mug and held it to her lips. She reluctantly took a sip, her cheeks deepening in color from the heat of the scalding liquid.
“It’s really sweet,” she said.
“Just how I like it.”
Rosy turned to face me, her tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed her by the hips and looked deep in her eyes.
“Is there anything else you’d like?” she asked softly, trembling as heat waves rolled off her frame.
My cock seemed to answer her question as it twitched anxiously through my jeans. But from the desperate look on her face, I decided to ignore it.
“No, that’s all.”
Rosy sighed and stood up, her plump ass brushing against my cheek. I reached for her again, pulling her back into my arms. She fell back into my lap, but this time I had my hand on her neck. I could feel her pulse beating like crazy against my hand as sweat beads formed in the vee between her tits. I slid my hand to her breasts, circling my fingers around her nipples.
“Please, Mr. Steele,” she cried softly. “I need you.” Rosy’s cheeks were burning with shame and lust from the words, and it was making me so hot – I was one step away from throwing her on the desk and fucking her until she could no longer walk. But I ignored her cries and let my hand fall between her gorgeous thighs. Her head lolled backwards as my warm hands started to tease her aching clit.
I slipped one finger inside of her, growling with appreciation at how swollen her pussy was. I grinned and sucked on her earlobe.
“You’re nice and ready for my cock I see.”
Rosy whimpered and opened her legs wide. I lifted her up and flipped her around because I wanted to see that tight, wet cunt. I had to have that beautiful pink pussy. I stood up and pushed Rosy against the desk, holding her legs open. Her pussy spread open, allowing me to peek inside her secret hole.
“Look how pink and tight you are,” I murmured as I eased a big finger inside of her. “So fucking wet too.”
Rosy moaned loudly as my fingers circled inside her cunt.
“Do you need to get fucked again?”
“Yes,” she moaned, eyes falling closed.
“You want my cock?”
“Yes, God please!”
I smirked and let go of Rosy’s legs. Her knees buckled, weak from the pleasure shooting through her body.
Rosy eyed my huge boner and reached for it, her lips parted and ready to take my cock down her throat. It was so arousing to see how hungry she was for my cock. But I still wanted to make her beg. So I slapped her hands away and went back to my coffee.
“That’s all,” I said as I took a long sip of my coffee. I watched her out of the side of my eye as she slid off the desk and walked with unsteady legs back into the kitchen. Her ass looked so plump and delicious, hips swaying enticingly, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with that sweet ass because she was mine … all mine.
Chapter 10
Rosy
The first week with Steele was amazing.
He started opening my eyes to things I had never known and never even dreamed of. In ever possible direction, I had grown in so many ways.
I should have been ashamed, what with the alpha male ordering me around all the time. And yet, I was loving every minute of it. It seemed that Steele had given me purpose. It was such a contrast to my old life, bouncing between the Pink Flamingo and the ceaseless demands of my dad.
Because before, I was always the invisible girl, the girl who went unnoticed. I ached to be loved and cherished, really wanted by a man.
I was too shy though. I could never muster up enough courage to be bold enough to even go out on a date.
I figured that’s why Steele made me feel so good.
He made me feel beautiful and wanted. Even though I had never even used the word “beautiful” when describing myself, I could slowly begin associating it with myself when I was with him. If a chubby, shy girl like me could make a sex god like Steele feel good, then I knew I had to be doing something right.
Steele was the light to my never ending tunnel of darkness, and I vowed to do everything to keep him happy. Because the alpha male has made me love every moment of our time together. His gorgeous blue eyes, incredible body, and not to mention that no bullshit attitude, turn me on so much. He’s the type of man every woman would lust after and dream of. But I’m the one who’s with him.
My duties of cooking, cleaning and taking care of his every need started to become the light of my days. That was something I never thought possible. Especially after having to constantly pick up after my dad, and the drudgery of working as a full-time housekeeper.
But with Steele it was different. The alpha male made me want to care for him though. I loved watching him look at me appreciatively when I’d bring him his plate of food. And the way he ate – it was like he was a hungry wolf, who had been starved for most of his life.
I’ll admit the whole idea of dominant males scared me when I first learned of them, mainly because I figured they’d be sex crazy men who kicked women around, kind of like my dad. Even though it had been years, I still remembered how it felt to watch him attack my stepmom.
Steele was nothing like that though.
He called the shots while still making me feel like I was important and needed. I felt I was special. And when he took me to bed, there was always a moment when my eyes would close when he was deep inside of me, like we were locked together. Like we were a part of each other. I wanted to feel his pulse beating against me. I wanted him to own and control me, and shield me from harm. My relentless thoughts of Steele often sent me into a frenzy – often, by the time I made dinner, my panties were soaking wet from a day spent fantasizing.
By Sunday, I had adjusted fully to my schedule. I would wake up at eight, prepare Steele’s coffee, cook a hearty breakfast, iron his shirts, and then doll myself up.
I was never the type of girl to wear fancy clothes or makeup, but Steele encouraged me to. He especially loved to see me in red lipstick, despite the fact that we were alone in the woods.
Steele would usually wake up around ten, and by that time I’d be bringing his breakfast to him on the food tray. I loved to see him reading the newspaper with his tousled hair, and his biceps flexing slightly as he turned the page.
Every time he saw me, he’d raise his eyebrows and put his paper down, trying to examine what I had prepared for him.
“Breakfast? What am I having today?” Steele asked.
I peeked down at the tray and cleared my throat.
“French toast, oatmeal, scrambled eggs, and sausage. Oh, and I brought your coffee for you,” I announced as I set the tray down on the bed.
Steele dug into the breakfast, taking a large bite of French toast, then gulping down the coffee. After swallowing, he laid back on the pillows and smiled at me.
“That was good. How did you learn to cook, sweetheart? I have two left feet in the kitchen. Or would you say two left hands?”
I giggled, and sat down at the foot of the bed.
“I googled it,” I admitted. “I could never follow the instructions in cookbooks, so when youtube videos came out, that was a lifesaver.”
“Understandable. I suppose it’s for the best, cookbooks are overrated anyways,” Steele growled as he threw the newspaper to the side of the bed.
“Get enough to eat?” I asked, noticing he only ate the French toast and a few pieces of sausage.
“Yeah, I’m not too hungry this morning,” Steele told me as he got to his feet. He stood up and placed the tray back in my arms. I grinned and started to walk away when he grabbed me by the waist.
My heart pounded in my chest. His touch drove me wild.
“Is there something you need?” I choked out, secretly hoping he’d want to fuck me.
Unfortunately, my secret wish was not to be.
Steele kissed me lightly on the neck. “I want us to go to the pond for a little swim, Rosy.”
I turned around to face him. “Swim? But I don’t know how?”
“That’s why I’m here to teach you, baby girl,” Steele growled as he brushed my chin with his thumb. “I’m a good teacher, I promise.”
“Oh, okay. I guess I can learn. But I don’t have a bathing suit.” My voice trailed off.
“No worries, sweetheart. We won’t need those. We’re going skinny dipping,” Steele said. There was a wicked gleam in his eye. He smacked me on the ass. I squealed and ran off to the kitchen to clean the dishes. When I made my way back into the bedroom, I found Steele already naked, putting suntan lotion on.
“Wow,” I whispered, completely blown away by him. Although I’ve seen him naked multiple times now, every time is absolutely mindblowing. His skin was a deep bronze, that powerful frame bulging with muscle in all the right places. I noticed how toned and firm his ass was, and that his calves were muscular and sculpted. Steele turned around once he noticed me standing in the doorway and winked.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? It’s your turn, by the way,” he said in a low voice that sent a shiver down my spine.
Laughing, I quickly ripped off my shirt and jeans, and jumped into his arms. We were a tangle of limbs, and as our mouths met, for a moment I thought we might not make it to my swim lesson. But then Steele picked me up and hoisted me over his shoulder, carrying me to the pond with effortless ease.
As Steele sauntered outside, I felt a frisson run down my back. I was so nervous to be actually swimming. And once we were there, he put me down at the water’s edge. I hesitated.
“Wait. I’m scared,” I whispered.
I hoped Steele could scare the fear out of me. Maybe then I’d stop being so anxious. But Steele merely reached his arms upwards and stretched, soaking up the warm light of the sun before shooting me a grin.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart. I won’t let anything hurt you,” he promised before splashing noisily into the shallow end. His naked body looked like a Greek god’s as the pond water washed over him. He went underwater for a few seconds, then popped back to the surface, flipping his hair back.
With a boyish smile, Steele held a wet hand out.
“Come on baby girl.” My heart raced in my chest as I stared at the water and his waiting hand. The water looked okay, peaceful and smooth. But still. Why was I so afraid? Steele was right here, and he would never let any harm come to me.
So I swallowed hard and knelt down, tearing my gaze away from Steele.
The man sighed and waded out of the water, sitting next to me. His breathing was rough and jagged as he sat mere inches away.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” he reasoned.
My pulse started to race. I hesitantly peeked at his massive male form. He was soaking wet and a few leaves clung to his dripping hair. I giggled and picked one out, letting it fall to the ground.
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