Turned out Violet was the giddy type. She laughed and asked, “What kind of pizza do you like?”
“Huh?”
“What toppings do you choose?”
“Um, I guess pepperoni. I’m not that particular. I’ll eat any kind of pizza.”
“Even banana pepper and pineapple pizza?” She asked as she slipped her hand down my open jeans.
That’s when I got completely distracted. “Yeah. I’ll eat any pizza you want, hon. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
The smile on her face could have lit up Times Square. “Good, because I hate anchovy pizza. I don’t want to get saddled with a man who likes anchovies.”
I was completely ambivalent about anchovies, as I was about most foods, but I joked, “I hate anchovies. They should be banned. We’ll never have anchovies inourhouse.”
Then her eyes widened as she slipped her hand into my underwear and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
“You’re so big.”
“Men tend to be big,” I growled as I savored the silky feel of her fingers on me.
She feltsodamn good.
“You’re bigger than my—”
“Bigger than what?” I asked while I encouraged her to keep touching me by pumping myself into her hand.
Violet laughed again. “Bigger than my vibrator.”
“Oh. Yourvibrator. So you’re notcompletelyinnocent.”
“Who said anything about being innocent? I’ve done everything a girl can do with my trusty vibe. I’ve just never done it with aman.”
I almost came right into her hand. All I could imagine right now was Violet with a vibrator stuffed up her pretty pussy calling my name.
“Did you ever think about me when you used it?”
She tightened her grip on me. “Every night for the last six months. I renamed it theBig Beastafter we had that conversation in front of the knitting store.”
Damn, she had me on edge.
“You named your vibrator after me?” I asked as I tugged her pants down. She was right. There wasplentyof time.
Violet nodded, looking like she was unable to form words as I cupped her pussy. She was already wet for me. Soaked, as a matter of fact.
She’s a virgin. Don’t just plunge it in there and hit go.
But she wanted me. Her hips were already squirming against me as she slipped out of her undies.
Fucking, fucking, fuck.
The sight of her thick thighs and chunky belly was enough to heat me up into overdrive.
Violet was one of those big, curvy women. Plenty of love handles on her.
I wanted to tease every inch of her with my lips, then go back for seconds. But all I could feel was our countdown clock.
How long had we spent kissing each other? And how long had we talked? The alarm couldn’t go off just yet. Not untilwewent off.
