My hand stops the pump action, and all I want to do is feast on those sweet breasts, lick and suck, taste and tangle, and then run my cock between them. I’ll need my hands, so I kick off my pants and hook the key ring to my big toe. Picking her up, I carry her to the armchair and place her on my lap with my feet firmly planted on the carpet and far from her grabby fingers.
With my hands free, I cup both delectable breasts and lave the nipples, alternating between them, while caressing them in a way that makes her go spineless.
She moans and holds on to my shoulders. Her thighs straddle my hips, but she still has her shorts on, and I’d much rather have her velvety thighs rubbing against my cock than the frayed denim she’s wearing.
“Let’s move to the bed,” she murmurs hot breath into my ear.
Oh, no. I’m keeping my foot firmly planted over the key fob. Instead of answering, I lift her butt enough to get my fingers between her thighs.
She’s wet and soaking, and I can almost taste her juices. But I have to keep my head, and I’m no fool.
“What would you like me to do to you?” I ask, because these days, I need to make sure she won’t walk back her consent—even if she is literally the one who initiated.
“I want to ride you and rub myself all over you. I want that huge cock burrowed deep inside of me, and I want to watch you cum all over me.” She keeps those sly eyes pinned on mine.
“Why?”
Confusion sweeps her face, and her eyebrows tent in the middle. “What do you mean, why?”
“You want something from me.” I trail the pad of my index finger between her cleavage and trace her left breast, spiraling toward her nipple. “What will you do to get it?”
“I’m not offering my body as a trade.” She tilts her chin up and presses her lips together.
I see. Huffy when called on it.
“Then let’s make a deal.” I pinch her nipple, drawing out a gasp, and her eyes dilate. “How about I give you your wish—a perfect family Christmas in a place that snows. Horses, sleighs, candy canes, a real tree, spiked eggnog, stockings hung at the chimney with care, sugar plums and fruitcake, and mincemeat pies. I’m betting you never had that growing up above a Chinese restaurant.”
She nods, seemingly entranced. “But why? What’s in it for you?”
“Ah, so my sexiness has not clouded your sharp brain.” I dot a kiss on her nose. “Of course, there’s a catch.”
“My body?” She wiggles her breasts at me, and my cock twitches underneath her thighs. Dang. I need to keep my mind on my objective.
My grandfather is dying, and I’m well over thirty, and my proudest accomplishments can’t be talked about. As far as they know, I’m a no-good drifter. They have no clue what I’ve done, and my younger brothers and stepsisters think I’m a failure.
Worst of all, I haven’t spoken to my father since my mother’s death, and he probably hates me.
“It’s taking you forever to answer me,” Sammie says with a pout so cute I want to nip it in the bud.
“Oh, your body’s perfect, but I’m not looking for a relationship, and I’ve a feeling you don’t just do sex as a sport. I’m more interested in your quick wit, youthful looks, and ability to improvise.”
She tugs her tube top, which had fallen to her belly, back over her breasts and sneers. “You’re so arrogant. I don’t want a relationship with you either. In fact, I wouldn’t be here if I had somewhere to go.”
“Thought you said you had places to go. Why don’t you call your mother?”
She shakes her head, and her eyes lower, giving me a glimpse of vulnerability. She’s been hurt, and her mother is the last person she wants to see right now.
I tip her chin up with my finger. “Can’t you see I recognize your good qualities? I’m not going to use you for sex, as much as my wife beater wants to.”
“Why do you call your cock something that disgusting?”
I shrug and flex my hand. “Meet my wife. But seriously, you’re welcome to give it a better nickname.”
“I’ll give it some thought.” A smile returns to her face, and she puts her hands on my shoulders. “What do you need me to do? I’m warning you. It better not be something that’ll put me back in jail.”
“No worries there.” I lift her off my lap since my penis is softening with the serious conversation, and I do have my pride. “Let me get decent.”
“I’m warning you. I don’t come cheap.” She stands aside as I put on my clothes and tuck my key fob safely into my pants pocket. “If it’s some technical job you have for me, or you want me to help you nail Mitch, you’ll have to pay professional rates.”
