Chapter 33

Chapter 33
She turned and her watery eyes met mine.

Watching on, Alice, an older neighbour, happened to be in her garden with her Jack Russell.

I waved at her, and Vivianna, noticing my dotty neighbour, gave me a subtle eye-roll.

When we were in my front yard, I said, “Thanks for not making a scene in front of Alice. As it stands, everyone will hear about it tomorrow.”

She shook her head. “It’s becoming difficult to keep a secret.”

I scratched my jaw. “You’re right. Small villages have their charms but also setbacks. People love to gossip.”

I led her inside. “I’ve got pizza.” I tilted my head. A peace offering of sorts.

“I guess I could eat. I am hungry,” she said, with a faint smile.

“That’s better.” I kissed her cool lips.

She sat at the island in the kitchen, and I opened the pizza carton and got her a plate. “Help yourself.”

“Mm… thanks. Yum. Just what I feel like, carbs.” She smiled shyly.

Back to that uncertain girl.

I liked every shade of Theadora. Feisty. Shy. Sexy. Nervy. Sad. All of her.

“About earlier.” I wiped my mouth with a paper napkin. “I didn’t mean to tell you what to wear.”

“That’s okay. It’s understandable. It’s not a nice look. Me getting around in tiny shorts and a tank top.”

“I’d love to see you in tiny shorts and braless.” I smirked.

“That’s because you’re insatiable.” She pulled a face and made me smile. “But hey, I’ll stick to wearing loose clothes. Even if it means shopping at a charity shop for vintage grandma clothes.”

I laughed. “You’d look great in a sack. But hey, wear what you like. But maybe a bra. You’re a big girl.”

My dick stretched as my eyes travelled down to her tight blouse. Her nipples hardened, and I wanted to devour her more than my slice of pizza.

“Talking of clothes, well underclothing.” I felt myself blushing. Ridiculous really, considering how I generally ripped her underwear off with my teeth. “I bought you something.”

I couldn’t resist after walking past a lingerie shop. I had this thing for lacy underwear, and Vivianna wore it well.

Very well.

“Oh really.” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Mm…” She held her chin. “Let me guess. Lacy and skimpy?”

I nodded. “After destroying all of yours, I felt it my duty.”

She giggled.

After we ate, we settled on the sofa.

“How’s the boot camp going?”

“It should be up and running by the end of the month.”

“That’s so soon,” she said. “Will you be running drills too? Or just overseeing it?”

“I’ll just oversee it. Tedd will be in charge. He’s formidable when it comes to getting results. I’m too much of a softy.”

Her head pushed back. “You don’t look like a softy.” She ran her hand over my biceps. “You’re certainly not built like one.”

I rose and grabbed the shopping bag from the bedroom. “Here. For you. Or I should say for me.” I arched an eyebrow. “You don’t mind, do you?”

She shook her head as she held up a white lace crotchless teddy. “Wow, they forgot to sew in a gusset.”

“I thought it would be nice.” I grinned.

“Especially now I’ve had that Brazilian.” She arched her eyebrows.

“Thank you for doing that. You really didn’t have to.” Boy, my cock loved it though. “I like seeing you. All of you.”

“Should I try it on?”

I nodded. Unzipping my jeans to release the ache. Just talking about sex made me hot and bothered.

“Give me a couple of moments. Do you want me in the bedroom?”

“What I want to do to you, yes. It might be more comfortable,” I said.

A few minutes later, she called out, “Ready, Mr. Manson.”

I laughed at her silly reference to me being her boss and her my dirty maid. I liked the game though.

Anything that placed a wedge between us and reality.

She laid on the bed, propped up against pillows. Barely covering her, I’d bought the tiniest garment I could find.

Her nipples spiked through the lace. My tongue salivating.

I pointed. “Open your legs for me.”

Wearing a coy smile which only made me hornier, she parted her legs, and I groaned at how pink and juicy her slit looked.

My cock turned to steel, and I removed my jeans to release it.

“Aren’t you a sexy, dirty little maid.” My voice hoarse with arousal. “Touch yourself.”

She stroked her clit and then entered herself with her finger.

My heart pounded like this was my first time with her.

“Can I have a taste now?” I sat on the edge of the bed and palmed her tits, fondling and squeezing them, getting off on how warm and soft and firm they felt.

I kissed her sweet lips and then trailed kissed down to her nipples. Biting through the lace. I tore at the lace and sucked on her nipples, while running my hands over her small waist.

“Sit on my face,” I said.

“What?” She laughed. “Are you serious?”

“Yep. Very. Just do it.”

“Mm… bossy.”

She enjoyed this game as much as I did.

“Nothing like dancing cheek to cheek,” I quipped.

“I’ll squash you.”

I held her by the hips and positioned her curvy bum on my cheeks, and I proceeded to lick, nibble, and lap up her juicy pussy.

She writhed in my hands. “Oh my god. Please stop.”

I kept sucking at her clit until she spurted cum all over my face while digging her nails into my shoulders.

Pain had never felt so good.

I helped her off. Her eyes half closed and cheeks all red as she panted.

“Holy shit. That was crazy.” She giggled.

“On all fours,” I said.

She turned around and with her arse grinding against my pelvis, I entered in one deep thrust and grunted.

Me grunt? I’d never been vocal when fucking before.

I watched us in the mirror. Her tits spilling onto my hands. I pounded into her like a man drugged on sex.

The image of my red raw cock entering her balls deep, those big tits dangling, me gently tugging on her hair so her head fell back made for a wet dream that would never leave me. I was sure of that.

“Can you see how fucking horny you look?”

“Uh-huh,” she murmured. Moaning as I pounded into her.

The white lace framing her bottom accentuated its delicious curves.

I pumped and pumped into her. Blood gushed through me. I closed my eyes and released an agonised groan.

Her cunt convulsed uncontrollably as she cried out at the same time as I shot deeply into her.

Falling on my back, I puffed and panted, then taking her into my arms I kissed her tenderly.

I felt her silky, soft hair between my fingers while I drew in her sweet feminine smell as I would a rose. I squeezed her tightly, and she giggled. I gazed into her eyes, and my heart soared like a bird in paradise.

She felt so comfortable in my arms. A perfect sleeping potion. I always had sweet dreams, and in the mornings woke with a smile feeling her warm breath on my chest.