Chapter 42

The next morning, a buzz pulled me from a sound sleep. With a groan, I slapped at the phone out of reflex. It took a second for my brain to realize it was a muted buzz, not the jarring alarm. And with a louder groan, I rolled my head and lifted the device.

“Who? Saturday. Early,” left me in staggering murmurs as I right-sided the screen and brought it to life.

With my brows knitted, I gazed at the image. Yeah, I was really slow that morning. Then I gasped.

Mandy. Dark glossy hair swirling around her shoulders. Outside my front door. The top of the tracksuit unzipped and pulled wide. Shiny black collar firm to her neck. The gleam of those letters.

“Mmm, naughty little slut,” I murmured while inspecting her perky tits. Sharp-tipped, their pale skin gleamed in the chilly air.

With a grunt, I lurched from bed and stumbled downstairs. No sooner had I thrown open the door than she flashed me a grin. An icy gust sent her hair flailing. She’d resealed the top against the chill.

“Good morning, Jim.”

Before I could respond, she lifted a large bag and squeezed past me. Left in an invisible cloud of perfume and flowery shampoo, I stared after her as she kicked off running shoes and climbed the stairs.

By the time I’d shoved the door shut and followed, she was in front of the bureau in my bedroom. The one that had been Debbie’s, it was empty but for her toys in the lowest drawer. Mandy was placing folded clothing in the other ones.

“Uh, good morning,” I muttered while running a hand through my messy hair.

Rather than reply, she finished and turned to face me. With those gleaming blue eyes locked on me, she unzipped and stepped from the track suit. Still silent, she lifted the sheets and slid into my bed. With a sigh, she snuggled into the warm spot where I’d been sleeping.

For a while, I simply stood staring from the doorway. In a constant stagger, my pulse couldn’t decide whether to speed or seize. Yes, she’d slept with me before, but never so ... When she closed her eyelids and sighed, my chest tightened.

“Told Charles we run every day,” she whispered. “Rain or shine. Gotta stay fit.” At my quiet gasp, she opened one eye and that impish grin appeared. “He plays golf with his boss and the other cronies every Saturday. If the weather’s bad, they go to Mr. Rivas’ house and play poker in his basement.”

“How long have you been planning this?” I asked while walking towards her.

“Hmm, let’s see.” She giggled. “Since you first said you loved me, Jim.”

“Well”—After slipping back into bed, I slid into her warm spine and wrapped her tight to me—”sounds like we’ve got a new routine, huh?”

“Um-hmm, master,” she murmured before pressing her supple lips to my arm. “I’m such a naughty slut, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Mandy, you are,” I muttered into her hair. “And I still love you.”

“I know, master,” she snuggled her tight frame backwards into me with a whimper. “Love you, too.”

After a quiet yawn escaped her, she sighed, and I closed my eyes. Soon enough, soft snores left her. And with her compact, heated body in my arms, blackness seeped into my mind again.

Orange murk was just beginning to appear around my curtains when I awoke to languid slurping. And her pelvis easing back and forth. Hard, my shaft was trapped between her velvety thighs. If she was asleep, my swollen flesh would wake her. And she’d been so tired. We had all day to play.

But when I started to slide it from her, a clawed hand shot to my hip.

“Oh, no. Nuh-uh, don’t you dare, Jim.” She gulped and pressed her legs tighter. “Mmm, your naughty little slut has been dreaming of this ride for a long-damned time.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I muttered before chuckling. “Ride away.”

She did. And soon enough, Mandy’s motions became more frenzied. When I lowered my fingers to rub her hot spiky clit, she bucked and cried out. With one hand still gripping my rear, her other tugged and twisted her own nipples. More cries and powerful convulsions followed.

As the room brightened in the rising sunlight, her moans faded. And after I’d taken my fingers away, her trembling body crumpled into my arms once more. Although her sloppy petals continued gentle shuddering around my trapped pole, her breathing slowed. Then grew regular.

With her again asleep, I crept from bed to get the coffee started. Once the first mug was firm in my fingers, I checked the fridge. I hadn’t planned on having a guest. Just as I was scrounging something for breakfast, the water in the bathroom upstairs started. And by the time I was plating scrambled eggs with the last of the bacon, Mandy appeared.

As my jaw dropped, the world ground to a halt. Beneath a translucent and very short nightie, she wore her signature sheer black lingerie.

“Mmm, Jim. That look.” She flashed me a grin as she spun in a slow circle. Like a shimmering curtain, the lace flowed around her svelte figure. “I’d ask if you like it, but it’s, uh, pretty obvious.” With her eyes sparkling, she walked up to me and grasped my rod. “Hmm, I’m such a naughty slut, master.” As she nipped at my chin, her hand slid along my aching flesh. “You’re far too nice to me.”

Even as I was struggling for a reply, she lowered to her knees. A second later and she’d devoured my tip. Eyes twinkling, she shifted to engulf more of my shaft. When they disappeared as her face mashed into my pelvis, I groaned skywards. One hand gripped the nearest chair to steady my shaking body. The other I drove through her silken dark hair.

“Oh, you”—I gulped—”are amazing, my Mandy.”

As she zipped back up my pole, those eyes once again found mine. They blazed.

“Yeah, my Mandy,” I muttered.

And left out anything to do with the man she’d married. Because he no longer mattered. And the sudden forceful suction and the rapid slurping groans said she agreed.

When her spreading soft lips shot along my engorging shaft, the universe flipped. As my entire body bucked, her fingers played in my rolling balls. And I cried out to the Gods while feeding her breakfast. One languid, powerful pulse at a time.

Except that didn’t happen. Oh, the first jet fed her belly. But she rushed her mouth upwards until her eyes met mine once again. Then each following throb filled her cheeks further. At last, once my cock had ceased, she slipped her shiny mouth free. After a quick but firm kiss, she let my shrinking length dangle.

With her head tilted backwards and wearing a slight smile, she eased to her feet. When she lifted a mug to her lips, I groaned. And as they parted, delivering a wave of thick white ooze into her coffee, the room spun and blurred.

“What?” I muttered.

Rather than reply, she took a sip and smiled. “Mmm, much tastier, master.”

With my heartbeat battering my ribs, I stood shaking as she swept her tongue around, chasing errant strands from her glossy chin. When she flashed that impish grin, turned away and pranced over to sit primly and eat, I still couldn’t move.

“How? Where?” I muttered while staring.

“Mmm, sluts have dreams.” She giggled. “Such wicked dreams.”

“God, you’re good,” left me in a shaky whisper as I headed for my chair.

“No, Jim.” She again giggled, then swept the glittery tip of her pink tongue around in the coffee. “I’m naughty. So very, very naughty.”

As she ate, smiling at me, I sat and took slow sips. Her see-through outfit was keeping me distracted. And I was in no rush to finish. As fun as that had been, she’d have to return home soon enough.

But after cleaning her plate and draining her mug, she made no move to leave. Instead, she waited until I was finished eating to gather the dishes.

While I was savoring the last of my coffee, she stood and went into the kitchen to clean. When she returned, she passed her chair to lower her warm frame onto my lap. No sooner had her lips found mine than we both groaned. And as her tongue rushed out to play, our mouths mashed tighter.

It was timeless, fierce, and sensual. The most wondrous sensations filled me. She was mine. In my house. Not forever. Not even for a whole day. But we’d crossed another line. In my book, as well as hers. I wasn’t pushing her; she was pushing me. And I enjoyed it.

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