“Oh, fuck!” he moaned, filling her hole with his load.
“Oh yes,” she screamed, cumming with him. “Yes, Mr. McKade!”
Carl gripped her ass and shoved his hips into her as his muscles tensed up. His legs were trembling. His cock was exploding. It felt so fucking good to finally fuck someone again.
Nikki’s body fell limp against the sofa, still swallowing every inch of his love muscle. She was dripping with orgasmic juices, trying to catch her breath. Brushing the hair from her face, she looked back at Carl, who was still inside her.
“I’ll have to hand it to you, Mr. McKade,” she giggled. “I’ve had sex before, but I have never been fucked.”
Her smile turned devilish again.
“Until now,” she concluded.
Carl pulled his throbbing cock from her pussy and pulled up his pants. Tucking himself away, he took one last glance at her teenage pussy. Man, he could fuck her again right now. He was starting to swell again just thinking about it.
Nikki pulled up her panties and fastened her jeans. She turned to him, kissed his cheek and made her way to the kitchen.
“I could use that drink now,” she joked, picking up her Jack Daniels and taking a swig.
“I think I should probably get you home now,” Carl told her.
“Is that what you really want?” Nikki asked, arching her brow as she glanced down at his cock. “Because I could stay, Mr. McKade. If you wanted me to.”
Carl thought about it for a moment. He would love to fuck her again. That tight, wet little pussy. Nikki was going to be his weakness and he knew it.
“Uh — “ he fumbled for words. “I — uh — “
Carl took one look at her hot little ass as she turned away from him and caved. He hurried into the kitchen, grabbed Nikki with passion and picked her up.
“Oooh, Mr. McKade,” she squealed, wrapping her arms around him and giggling.
“Ready for round two?” he asked, setting her on the counter.
He yanked his pants back down hastily, clawed at her jeans and guided his fat cock back into her young pussy.
“Oh, Carl,” she laughed, kissing him all over. “I thought you’d never ask!”
V.R. Dunlap
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Maid for Him (Billionaire Boss Romance)
When Nadia needs her best friend to fill in for her at work, Tessa thinks housekeeping for Dr. Daniels will be a great way to make some extra money. But Nadia has left out one minor detail-she cleans in the nude. Soon, Tessa’s clothes are on the floor and she’s the one feeling dirty. Now she’s going to have some fun sucking and fucking the boss to prove she’s got what it takes to do the job.
Cowboy Romp By Sky Ashton
Long summer days on the family ranch tend to slip by so swiftly. It was early June when I joined my family here to tend to the horses and plow the fields and already it is September. How the time flies when you spend your days out here. It’s so tranquil, even when you have to be up at sunrise to help with the animals. But the upside to that is that by mid-day I am relaxing on the front porch, reading a book or taking a stroll around the watering hole on the far end of our property.
In the evening, the summer haze hovers over the fields like a translucent amber blanket waiting to put the crops to bed, tucking them in sweetly before the chill of the night descends over all. The locusts buzz in the distance and the mosquitoes gather around the porch lights as we play cards and sip lemonade. It’s muggy, but a comfortable kind of humid, like natures hug on your sun-kissed skin. One such evening as the sun was setting over the wheat fields just before dinner, a pickup truck came barreling down the gravel drive.
“It’s Carly,” my kid sister screamed, jumping up and running down the steps to the drive.
“Carly’s here,” my father repeated, nodding to my mother to go in a set the table for one more.
I picked up the cards and placed them back in their case, looking out to see who was driving Carly. My father nodded to me to mind my own business and assist my mother. He was a stern man; genuine and hard-working. Knowing my place, I grabbed the half-empty glasses of lemonade and followed my mom indoors to help.
“Better make it for two,” I told my mom.
“Two? Who else is joining us?” she asked, frantically lifting two plates from the cabinet and wiping them off with a cloth. Her excitement was overwhelming. We hadn’t seen Carly in months. She had signed on as a youth counselor for a summer camp with her college roommate in June. We had all hoped she would make it to the ranch before the season was over, but weren’t sure the date of her return.
“Looks like Carly brought a boy home.” I replied, a bit more unenthusiastically than I imagined it sounding.
Carly was my older sister; the tall, brunette, athletic one. Since going away to college, I hadn’t seen much of her, nor heard much from here either. We had been so close growing up, sharing the same room and friends. She was only a year older than me, but she looked like as woman already. She matured faster than me, and although I just celebrated my eighteenth birthday last May, I still look every bit fifteen and and in high school. I’ll probably use that to my advantage when we’re old ladies, but right it now, it’s just plain annoying.
“Oh boy,” my mother joyously exclaimed, “a boy!”
I watched as she tousled her hair and pressed her apron with her hands, smoothing the wrinkles from her waist down. My mom was funny. Although I was quite sure she and my dad still had romantic evenings together, I think she longed for the attention of a man. The thought of a youthful gentleman in the house gave her the opportunity to feel sexy, yet still mature enough to be Mrs. Jennings. It was cute.
“Kendall,” my mom ushered, “take these and set the table.” She handed me the two plates and quickly left to make herself presentable.
As I filled the glasses and set the silverware, I could hear the engine of the truck cease and the doors slam. My kid sister squealed and I heard my father introduce himself to a young man. Carly’s voice echoed in the distance and I could imagine there was a lot of hugging going on between the four of them.
“Kendall!” my dad called. “Come out here and greet your sister!”
I left the table and slowly walked to the front door, peering through the screen to see the commotion. Carly stood with her arms around our little sister and my father stood with his arm over the shoulder of a brawny young man while they inspected under the hood of the truck.
“That’s a nice engine,” my father said. “How much horsepower does this thing get?” Leave it to men to discuss their toys. The door creaked as I opened it and I walked out onto the porch, waving to Carly.
“Kendall!” she called out, trotting up the drive to reach me. “Come, I want you to meet my boyfriend!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the steps. With me in tow, Carly ran up to the truck and tapped her boyfriend on the shoulder. “Andrew,” she started, “this is my sister, Kendall.”
Andrew turned slowly as the setting sun caught his cheeks and eyes just under the brim of his cowboy hat. Its rays shimmered across his green eyes, highlighting the amber flecks sprinkled within his irises. His skin was tan, dusted with a strawberry blonde five o’clock shadow. His square jaw gave his youthful face a mature quality that contradicted the cute dimple in his right cheek as he smiled and held out his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Kendall,” he said with a deep voice as he tipped his hat to me.
“You, too,” I swooned. His looks startled me a bit. I was taken back by his handsome demeanor and charm.
I pulled my hand away coyly, trying not to stare at the way his shirt clung to what I could only image was the body of Adonis. His tee stretched across his chest, revealing the definition of his muscles, and neatly tucked away below his belt buckle. My eyes continued south, below his belt to see a slight bulge hiding behind the zipper of his fitted jeans. The muscles in his thighs pressed tightly against the denim. He was all man.