Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(6)

It was the third time this week I came home to her sashaying her hips. The first night, she’d been in the living room with the vacuum turned on, rocking those lush hips to the music she had coming through her ear buds. I thought I’d blow my load then and there.

Tonight? She’d added the flirty fucking skirt to her teasing. And she’d worn a damn white tank top and I could see her hard nipples peeking through. I could even see they were dark pink. Fuck.

I tried and succeeded in not groaning out loud. I would’ve ravaged her right then and there, but I didn’t think she’d like that. Hell, I’d had to storm out of the house this morning or I would have taken her. She wouldn’t want an older man like me. I’d questioned it for days. But now? Now maybe she would…

She would…if the way she stared at my erection and licked her bottom lip was any indication. If her nipples were like pencil erasers. If her skirt wasn’t practically showing off her pert ass.

“Ashley’s asleep?” I confirmed. If I was going to make Mary mine, I wanted Ashley sound asleep. No interruptions for what I wanted to do to Mary.

“You know it,” she said. “I took her to the country club today and she played for hours in the wading pool. I can see her becoming an Olympic swimmer. She’s a natural.”

At the exact same time, we stared at each other and burst out laughing. Looking at her, I couldn’t help but shake my head. From the way she spoke and moved, she was the perfect combination of youthful and sexy. She wasn’t just a pretty face with a body I’d like to fuck. She had a personality that could light up any room, and it was such a turn-on that the thought of her voice made my erection harder, if that was even still possible.

“Enough about Ashley,” I said, moving closer to her.

I raised my hand up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear before grazing my fingers over her cheek. Her flesh was soft and so smooth against my own, like a woman’s, and I loved women. I loved how they felt so small and little beside me. But none of them had been Mary. The past women I’d dated never failed to mention how they always felt so safe and secure with me, like I would protect them from any harm. It was true. I would never hurt a woman, never see one hurt by someone else. I was a gentleman.

With the way she stared up at me, I could tell Mary felt the same. She liked the feeling of standing beside me and feeling small. She wanted that feeling. She wanted me to protect her. I’d never thought about it before, but thinking now, I realized I didn’t mind. There was just something about her that wanted me to get to know her better, to know her likes and dislikes, what turned her on and what turned her off. I wanted to know how she would be in bed, and when I thought like that, I wasn’t a gentleman at all. I wanted to know everything.

I wanted to know if she blushed everywhere. I wanted to know if she was as wet as I suspected. I wanted to know the sounds she made when I slipped my fingers into her for the first time, put my mouth on her pussy, filled her with my huge dick. I wanted to know what she looked like when she came.

Yeah, that was my dick talking. It could make all my life’s decisions for me; it’d never failed me before. I wouldn’t think it’d fail me now with Mary. Looking at her with her breasts flushed against my chest, her nipples poking me, I could never fathom how she would ever be a wrong decision. She was the whole package – face, body, and brains. That already made her rare amongst the female population, and I knew that population quite well.

She bit her lip, looked up at me through her fringed lashes.

I was the one who took a step back, but my eyes remained on hers. Pinned her in place.

“Come,” I then said, leading her out of the kitchen and to the couch in the great room, and she followed suit. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Mary?”

I saw the way her eyes widened instantly and she froze. I hurriedly opened my mouth and explained, making sure she didn’t get the wrong expression. “The way you’re seducing me, aren’t you?” were the first words that left my mouth. “Being a naughty girl by showing me your ass and thong. Those hard nipples. A bad girl, aren’t you?”

I was shocked when she curved her lips upwards into a knowing smile, then nodded her head.

“Why?”

She was young and gorgeous and could have any guy she wanted. Why was she seducing a thirty-year-old man?

Her pink tongue flicked out and licked her lower lip. “Because I want you to take my virginity.”

Take her virginity? Fuck. My dick went rock hard, as if it wasn’t already.

“I would’ve never guessed…” It was my turn to smirk. “Although Greg did mention a bunch of his students making a pact to lose their virginity before college, like his Jane. You’re one of them, huh?”

“Are we just going to keep talking?” she asked, putting her finger to her lip.

Damn. She never failed to surprise me. Up until she arrived this morning, I could have imagined her a virgin. But today? Her outfit, her hard nipples, her heated gazes said experience. I would never have expected that kind of confidence in an eighteen-year-old, much less one who was a virgin. But I liked this dichotomy. Vixen and virgin in one. Somehow, she was pushing all of the right buttons. I wouldn’t even be surprised if I came in my pants just from her talking. I was so wound up thinking about her pert tits all day.

“You’re an impatient girl, aren’t you?” I said with a teasing grin. “Naughty and impatient…” I said that more to myself than to her. She’d just taken me by surprise with her confidence and boldness. I fucking loved it. And I was going to love fucking her.