“Hi, baby,” she whispers, taking a step and leaping into my waiting arms, her legs circling my hips, her wrists locking behind my neck. That smile is dismantling me. It’s a wrecking ball to my concentration. We were about to argue about something, but I have no idea what it was. “Aunt Peggy is having the best day of her life. Thank you.”
I glide my hands up her smooth thighs, kneading her hips beneath her maid uniform’s skirt. “I see how it is. I can spoil Peggy, but not my girl.”
“You don’t think you’re spoiling me?” she murmurs, twirling some of my hair around her index finger, her eyes soft for me. Adoring. I couldn’t move right now if the resort was on fire. “Panic buttons and security guards?” She licks her tongue into my mouth, and my balls go hard as rocks as she scales me, climbing me higher while she decimates me with a giving kiss. “Is that what you were working on this morning while I slept, baby?”
“Yes,” I say thickly, lust drunk. My God, she’s only been in the room for under a minute.
She’s a phenomenon.
A marvel.
“The maids are so happy today. They feel seen. And important.” She suctions my mouth into a winding kiss, and my knees start to weaken. “You did that.”
“It was nothing,” I rasp.
“It was everything,” she replies fervently. “Then there’s the picture you drew for me. And the way you didn’t turn your nose up at my favorite restaurant. And how patient you were with me while you waited for me to be ready to have sex.”
My cock is a swollen mess now.
Is her praise doing this to me?
I don’t just feel horny, I feel spellbound. Delirious.
“Angel, I need to sit down,” I pant, my dick and balls so heavy with pressure, I feel the pull of weight in my stomach.
“Okay,” she says sweetly, her tongue lapping at my neck. “I need to sit down, too.” She bites my earlobe and pulls. “Can you pull your pants down first?”
“Vida,” I implore her with a shudder. “I don’t know what’s happening. But I’m going to come without warning.”
“Just sit down,” she whispers. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
I’m a dominant man. I love being in charge of Vida. Hell, our first meeting was me acting out my fantasy of chasing down a woman and taking her as she fights me off. That’s still my fantasy—though it will only ever star her now. But this? Having her sweet-talk me? Praise me while she sits perched on top of my cock? Yeah, I love this, too.
I love thisa lot.So does my body.
Never taking my eyes off her, I back across the room until I can sit down on an oversized leather love seat, groaning when that position molds her soft cunt to my shaft, then she rocks ever so slightly, bringing a torrent of air hissing out through my teeth.
“I made you something,” she whispers, reaching into her vest where something appears to be stowed inside her T-shirt pocket. “It’s kind of silly, and I don’t expect you to wear it all the time. Or at all. It’s just a little?—”
“What is it, angel?” I ask, riveted.
She got me a gift?
With a cute wince, she dangles a friendship bracelet between us.
“My floor didn’t have a lot of new vacancies today, so I had some downtime and I used it to make you a friendship bracelet. It’s blue and white, so it’ll match your lacrosse jersey. If you want to wear it, which?—”
“If?” My heart is rocketing in my chest.
“It’s going to look silly next to your Rolex.”
“The hell it is. Youmademe this?” I take it from her and loop the thick, braided strands over my hand, tightening it around my wrist. “I’m never taking this off.”
She bites her lip shyly. “You really like it?”
“No, I love it, Vida. Iloveit.”
How can she look so innocent while she’s riding my johnson through my fucking sweatpants?
