Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  He released her hand, expecting her to shove him back with it, but she didn’t. Then, he held onto her slim waist and touched her lips with his. The contact sent a shuddering erection to his manhood, supported by the silence of the room.

  He suddenly realized that Amanda had closed the remaining gap between them and was flapping her tongue into the sides of his mouth. Excited, he grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter.

  When she moaned into his throat, Alonso groaned and guided both of them towards her desk. He hadn’t expected to get aroused to the level that he was, but Amanda’s uncontrollable passion was driving him crazy.

  It was as if he was giving her something she had waited a long time for. Her hands searched his neck until it rested on his chest. Afraid that she might push him away, Alonso reached into her dress and pinched one of her thighs. A satisfying smile crossed his mouth as another moan escaped her lips.

  He knew there was no stopping what would happen afterwards. Her hands were already curiously moving downwards to his pelvis and he wanted them to rest on the thickness of his shaft. Forcing himself, he stepped back and looked into her eyes.

  “We shouldn’t continue,” he surprisingly found himself saying.

  Amanda rolled her eyes unconsciously, suddenly aware and unsure of what had just happened. But her hands had rested on her thighs, rubbing them as if her thighs fervently needed touching. When she finally spoke, it was more like a soft whisper.

  “Yeah, we…we really shouldn’t.” She obviously was confused about how she felt. Alonso concluded that he was too. And the funny thing was that he wasn’t prepared to understand why he felt them.

  “We shouldn’t.” He repeated again as he neared her.

  She gazed up at him, biting into her fingers as he held her up against the desk. When his hand fell on her waist again, Alonso concluded that Amanda was the perfect handler he wanted.

  She would handle his art, giving it the perfect touch. Then she would handle his every sexual pleasure too, perhaps giving his dick the best taste of American sex.

  He lifted her and dropped her on the rectangular table. He stared at the visible white flesh of her breast and told her what he would do next.

  Surprisingly, she rested his hand on her thigh and told him, “You should before I get a hold of what is happening to me.”

  Chapter Three

  Amanda honestly wished that things would just slow down a bit. Some minutes ago, all she ever wanted was to get the conversation over with and strike a befitting deal.

  The plan was to get out of the office, chide Perry for using her usual wooing technique and finally have her write a mouthwatering offer for the client.

  But things had gone south since she made her plan. Alonso had held her hand and she ended up on her own desk, expecting him to continue touching her. She was glad that he wasn’t saying anything, as his eyes spoke it all. He is seriously stopping himself from tearing my clothes off!

  The moment Alonso stopped staring at the painting and focused on her, Amanda knew what he was thinking. It would have been awkward any other day, but Amanda secretly wanted to get to know the passion between his legs, and the passion he hid in his art.

  The man was a God that framed perfectly, female beauty. He drew every part of the body as if he knew each part so intimately. Perry printed a copy of his painting of a woman’s nipple, shaped like a flower bud one time, and both women stared at it, awed.

  Awed. This was exactly what Amanda felt as his right hand traced the lines of her cleavage. His left hand was already busy biting into the smooth skin of her warm thighs. Blushing, Amanda imagined what kind of artistic imagination he held as he stared at her breasts.

  Glancing at them herself, Amanda thought about the two responsive parts of her chest. Both were round and peach-shaped. She constantly perfumed them with orange flavor, aware of the confidence it gave her as she walked.

  Amanda didn’t consider herself as an attractive woman, but the way her breast added such beautiful shape to her upper body was a gift that Amanda often adored. And now, he is reaching into your bra!

  Amanda silted backwards as he silently took her left breast into his hand. He wasn’t bringing it out of its sheath, neither was he keeping it unmoving. He simply held it in his hand and circled the tip with one of his fingers.

  Confused and unable to hold her feelings, Amanda held his hand against it and moved it upwards and downwards. She dared him to stop with her eyes and he continued, making her horny as he became her sexual slave.

  Amanda already imagined that he would be the lover that would obey her every command. At every turn, she could feel the thickness at his trousers become bigger. And at the moment, Amanda wanted to satisfy the wetness that poured at her pussy already.

  Alonso sighed and dropped his head. Withdrawing from her, he stepped back and shook his head.

  “I am not agreeing to your terms this way.” He suddenly said, adjusting his tie.

  Amanda was confused. She stared at him, showing just how much his words weren’t making sense to her.

  “We make it sixty percent for my art. And I am not taking you while you are this…this….just this.” He said with his hand forcing the hardness of his dick back in place.

  When that didn’t work, he folded his arms, expecting a retort.

  But Amanda was unable to give him a piece of her mind as a vibration on her desk sent her bouncing from it. It was the desk phone and Perry obviously wanted to know what was happening. Well, in her own way.

  “Perry.” Amanda forced an unaffected voice.

  “Yes A. it’s closing time and Craig and Simon wanted to know if it’s okay to leave.” Perry’s concerned voice brought Amanda back to her senses.

  It was obvious that Perry wanted to know why her meeting was taking so long. It was indeed past official time and Amanda hardly allowed clients to go beyond that time.

  She held the receiver firmly and told Perry that both men could leave.

  Staring straight into Alonso’s eyes, Amanda also said into the receiver, “Draw up a fifty to fifty percent agreement for Mr. Anderson and Perry?” She waited knowing full well that Alonso wasn’t going to approve.

  “Yes?” Perry waited.

  “Do well to include paragraphs for additional clauses. I would like to include a few laws before the agreement is signed.”

  Amanda noticed that the line was quiet for a while. Perry would want to understand what was happening, but she didn’t have time for that. “Just do as I say,” she said as she hung up.

  Getting back to her seat, Amanda flashed Alonso a smile. “I guess you can have one but not both,” she told him.

  “I can still refuse,” He quickly replied.

  “Oh you won’t.” Amanda shot her eyes towards her door and looked back at him. “By this time tomorrow, you would be back in this office.” She added.

  His face was impassive as he heard this. It was as if he suddenly saw something else as he stared right at her.

  “And what about what happened here,” he asked.

  Amanda rested her back on the chair and closed her eyes. Her silence should tell him how much she wasn’t interested. Soon enough, she heard the sound of his shoe as he distanced himself.

  “Get Perry to contact my home number whenever you are ready.” He said, and then she heard the tweak of her glass door.

  Amanda opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Today hadn’t ended like every other one. She wasn’t sure how she had responded that way to Alonso’s touch. He went on touching her as if he was familiar with every inch of her body.

  There was no reasonable explanation for the attraction. She could have easily concluded that she was naïve. But naiveté wasn’t an excuse for the likes of Amanda. She told herself that she was too smart to fall prey to any man, or the simple touch of his hands on her breasts.

  She had met most of them over the years. And she had never been this drawn. Hell, most of my clients are men! Well, Amanda finally concluded, s
he had never allowed any man to touch her so delicately before. The truth was that she had never been with anyone before.

  She always thought that she needed no man to begin with. She mostly had men that she liked, but there was none who made her wet in seconds. None ever looked at her only to make her nipples tickle. Another truth was that Alonso had made her clit uncontrollably active for the first time.

  But Alonso was the kind of man who always wanted to be in charge, Amanda told herself. He went about everything, as if he owned the place. He stated what he wanted, went for it, and drew away to demand for the way he wanted it, precisely. Who does that?

  ‘I am not agreeing to your terms this way’ He made it seem as if she was getting him to sign by seducing him. Who the hell does he think he is? Amanda wanted to tell him to go to hell.

  But the truth was that he was really talented. Talent these days was money. Advertising his art could invite investors and researchers. Sexuality and the human body was a significant part of recent popular interests. Selling his art too could fetch enough to expand.

  Closing her eyes, Amanda decided that she had thought about it enough. He would be back here tomorrow and she would rightfully put him in his place.

  Chapter Four

  “Perry, what do you think?” Amanda asked, first thing the next morning.

  Perry was startled and concerned at the same time. She closed the door and walked in briskly.

  “When did you arrive this morning, A?” She asked after she dropped her bag on her desk.

  Amanda wasn’t in her own office. She had quickly gone through the agreement Perry had typed up on her computer. The result of thirty minutes of editing was on a paper in her hands.

  “What do you think?” She asked again, wanting Perry to go through the words.

  Perry eyed Amanda for a while, wanting to argue. But Amanda quietly warned her by shoving the paper forward again. Giving up, Perry collected the paper and quickly went through it. When she got to the last paragraph, a frown crossed her face.

  “No informal contact?” Perry eyed her again.

  “Yes.” Amanda simply said. She wasn’t ready to give reasons for her actions.

  “Does this mean what I think it does?” Perry raised a brow. Amanda only nodded, raising a brow as well.

  “What happened yesterday, Amanda?” Perry asked. Perry had intentionally called her by her name to show how concerned she was. She was also starting to stare at Amanda strangely.

  Amanda sighed and fell back into the chair. Perry wouldn’t let this go, would she? After Alonso left yesterday, Perry came into her office asking questions.

  “Did you send him off again, A.? We need new clients!” Perry had announced as she came in.

  Amanda had only sighed as a response. Then, she told her only friend and Personal Assistant that Alonso was coming back the next day.

  “Well, it doesn’t seem that way to me.” Perry said, cutting in. “The handsome man stormed out, without even a wave of a hand.”

  “We totally didn’t agree on something.” Amanda said, taken by the sight of the painting that had sparked their passions. She stood and started putting her things into her bag.

  “Something?” Perry asked, wanting more.

  “Yes,” Amanda’s thoughts weren’t really in her office anymore. She wanted out of the building, so she could breathe in the cool natural air. That should get her mind off the distractions of the evening.

  “A.! We really shouldn’t lose him!” Perry said again as Amanda made for the door. Amanda had only nodded and left Perry perplexed at the sudden turn of emotions that evening.

  This morning, Perry still gave the same perplexed face as she questioned yesterday’s occurrence again. Amanda leaned forward and told her friend everything.

  A few minutes of talking with Perry gave Amanda the perfect solution to everything.

  Chapter Five

  Alonso kept looking at her as she silently watched him. He couldn’t believe that she was in his apartment. Amanda Taylor certainly was no ordinary advertising agent. She was adamant and independent. And she was staring at him wickedly.

  When he saw her on his porch a few seconds ago, he was sure there had been a mistake. He had called Perry to explain that he was no longer planning to accept their agency. She wasn’t supposed to come to his home.

  But Amanda allowed herself into his house before he had the chance to ask what she was doing. Then she sat on his sofa and waited for him to sit.

  “I find your behavior yesterday very unacceptable,” She said, a stern expression crossing her face.

  Alonso knew he had gone about everything wrong. Obviously, she wasn’t the type of woman that mixed business with pleasure. So, yesterday had been confusing for her in the same way it was for him.

  “I got caught up too much in the moment…” He tried to explain.

  “Apology accepted,” Amanda interrupted with a wave of her hand. “And this morning?” She asked.

  Alonso stared at Amanda, confused. Had she gone from patient and cool to bossy and arrogant overnight?

  “I thought it would be wise if you don’t handle anything. Besides, I already contacted Antonio’s, a new agency.” Alonso said nonchalantly.

  A smile crossed her lips as she stood and walked towards him. She was wearing a simple light but concealing dress that moved with every soft breeze. The gown extended down to her mid-thigh. Alonso swallowed his spit as she stopped in front of him.

  “What are you doing?” He asked as she took his hand and directed it towards the hem of her dress.

  “I have learned a little from what you showed me yesterday, Alonso.” She told him as she brought his hand finally to the naked flesh of her clit.

  Alonso gasped as his hand met no barrier at her thighs. She nodded to confirm his suspicion that she was entirely naked beneath the dress. She brought him up by a single drag of his chin. At the time, Amanda noticed the puzzled look on his face.

  “You wanted to know if I allowed you to touch me because of your art.” She told him, explaining what she had learned.

  “Well, yes and no.” She told him again as her hand went for the button of his chest. His finger was already pushing its way into her tight pussy. Amanda bit her lip at the unfamiliar feeling.

  “I allowed you to touch me because I couldn’t resist you.” She stated, “and because I was curious. I really imagined how those artistic hands of yours could touch every inch of my body.”

  Amanda guided his second hand to her breast too. Unsatisfied with just his touch, she released one tender nipple and brought his mouth towards it. He sucked on it without question, as if he had wanted to for days.

  Amanda held his mouth against it, wanting more from him. His finger responded by rapidly going in and out of her slit. It was the perfect movement that sent her over edge, and it was over soon enough.

  Amanda slapped his hand away from her thighs and had her breast back in her dress within seconds. She saw him respond by returning back to the sofa, confused. Perfect timing, Amanda told herself, his erected dick largely in view beneath his shorts.

  She walked briskly to her bag and withdrew the only envelope in it.

  “These are the clauses of the agreement you are going to sign with us, Alonso.” She said as she dropped the envelope between his legs. A satisfied smile crossed her lips as he winced.

  “Get them back to us after the weekend.” She started to leave, then stopped to give him her last word. ”Antonio’s Advertising will do you no good. And I know you haven’t called them yet. And Alonso?” She turned her head and fixed her eyes on him for desired effect.

  “This is official business.” She told him as she left him, unsated.

  Before Amanda closed the door, she thought she saw him burry his head in his hands as he shoved the envelope on the table.

  He would have time to check it later, she told herself. He needed to get that aroused dick some rest first.

  The End of Book One

 
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  Book 32: Amanda’s Virgin Voyage 2

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  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  Amanda paced the floors of her office with uncontrollable fury. She was totally frustrated with everything. And to top it all off, she had no idea how to put a stop to the problem.

  When she finally told herself to sit down, she fell into the large chair with a loud thud. Who would have thought that having a stranger in her life would cause her all this trouble?

  Amanda’s frown deepened as she reminded herself that Alonso was the cause of her unrest. It was one thing to be frustrated by the stress of work. But it was totally unacceptable for her to know that she felt stressed, all because a man wasn’t playing by her rules.

  Her simple rules had included that Alonso should keep only formal contact – nothing more. But the stubborn man wasn’t yielding.

  Last week Amanda dropped a document at his apartment. Well, Amanda didn’t only drop the document; she went there to prove to him that she wasn’t just delivering a document. Obviously, the message wasn’t well received.

  Since then, Alonso had refused to pick any call from A’s AA. Amanda knew he hadn’t signed with anyone else, or Craig would have easily found out. Then, where the hell was he?