The Immortal, Volume 1

Likewise, I offered no words, and with a low grunt, turned to start the run. Yet, new questions now dogged me. Why stop hiding her outfit from Charles? What did that mean? For them ... and for me.

Once we’d returned, she was quiet while stripping beside me at the pool’s edge. Again, she caught me inspecting her and must’ve noted my curiosity. Yet, once more, she offered no answers. Instead, after entering the chilly water behind me, her sleek curves slid forward to do laps.

After reaching her limit, she halted, but unlike the previous day, stayed in the pool, hanging from arms stretched along the side. Those eyes tracked me, and that blank expression was nowhere to be seen.

Just as I slowed, drifting to a halt beside her compact figure, my exhale sent bubbles across the surface. Yes, we were playing a complex game. If she wished to stay, I damn sure wanted to keep her. Our time would always be limited, but her absence left me bathed in loneliness.

When I couldn’t resist the temptation, and my hands ran over both sharp-tipped cones, she moaned. Her boobs thrust into my roaming palms.

“Mmm, m-master,” she murmured.

“Come on, sexy lady.” I chuckled before giving those pert mounds a gentle squeeze. “I’ll show you how to lift weights.”

At that, she groaned ... not from pleasure. When I took her hand, she sighed and followed me from the water.

“Slut driver,” she mumbled as we halted on the rubber matting.

Yet, she also reached for a pair of lighter dumbbells, and I flashed her a smile. The minx knew her way around a weight bench. Neither of us spoke as she worked her own routine and I completed mine.

Once the lights flicked on in their house, her husband could be seen moving in the kitchen. With it getting darker every morning, he couldn’t see beyond the windows. Yet, unconcerned about Mandy’s absence, he was texting on his phone and making breakfast.

A sudden hot breath, pulsing across my thigh, drew my glance downward. She was on her knees, smiling up at me. My heartbeat thundered as small hands grasped my rod; slender fingers wandered along fast-engorging flesh. After turning me so she could watch her husband, the sexy imp bent forward, slipping my helmet between soft lips.

“Oh, fuck, Mandy. Mmm, wow,” I mumbled while placing my weights back onto a rack.

Under her gentle tongue, forceful sucking, and the ceaseless stroking of both delicate hands, my cock stiffened in a flash. Those blue eyes, still shadowed in the gloom, twinkled like stars.

Ah, but they weren’t on me. No, they were fixed on Charles, even as she rose on her knees to take my swollen flesh deep into her throat. Although that raised more questions—something had definitely changed—I only grunted while clasping her silken, matted hair.

In good time, she’d explain. Some things I wouldn’t push with her. Especially while she was devouring ever more of my dick.

No sooner had her husband sat at the kitchen table to eat than her mouth raced along my rod. As great trails of thick drool spattered around my feet, she moaned and swirled her speeding head.

In seconds, I was groaning, and my legs trembled. Every muscle pulsed as a fountain of relief bubbled. Only then did her eyes flick up to me ... they were ablaze.

“Such a naughty little slut,” I murmured while stroking her hair.

That set her off. With a muffled groan, she shoved forward, burying her face into my crotch. As her head twisted, her hands found my spinning balls.

Yeah, I was done.

But she wasn’t.

Muscles across my entire body tightened when her distended mouth withdrew until she could once more see her husband. Right as the first pulse of relief raced, her shimmering eyes flicked to me. She tugged my bucking cockhead from her lips.

“What?” is all I managed.

No longer on me, her attention was on Charles as ribbon after thick, spiraling pearlescent ribbon flew from my cock to splatter across her upturned face and swaying cones. Right as I tried to form more words, her fist dragged upward. Gaze still locked on him, she drew a final chunky dollop onto a waiting tongue. Not yet done, she swirled the drooling purple dome around her grin, leaving fat, glossy trails on her skin.

Yeah, after that, those words in my brain refused to meld.

At last, face and chest shiny with cum, she eased the sloppy cockhead into warm lips and sucked ... hard. The universe shuddered, and I moaned while clenching her skull. Only then did her eyes find me. After pulling me from her mouth, she placed her signature kiss on my tip.

All I could do was shake. Hell, the entire world was shaking even more. With her shiny lips moving as she once more stared at the distant man, it took a few seconds to decipher her quiet words.

“ ... your nasty little slut, Jim. Yours.”

Slender fingers scooped gooey strands from gorgeous curves to be slurped into her mouth. Those bright blue eyes burned with an intensity never seen before.

Although she straightened, dropped into the water to clean herself, and returned to squeeze into the skimpy running suit, I stayed motionless and silent. Because while clasping the weight bench, I was torn.