50. Salinger
50
SALINGER
“ I just feel like I should shower and put on something nicer,” Mandy pants as I kiss her while carrying her into the bedroom. I kick off my shoes. She’s pulling at my tie.
“I’m going to get you all filthy, so don’t bother.” I throw my jacket onto a chair. “I want to see you covered in my cum.”
She shivers. She has a little smudge of dirt on her face.
“Besides, I think it’s hot that you’re excited about lawn care.” My teeth catch on my lip. “I want you to ride me like a lawnmower.”
“Oh my gosh.” She pushes away from me. “I’m taking a shower.”
“I want to eat you out after you’ve been doing yard work.” I follow her into the bathroom and wrap my arms around her. “You smell so fucking good.”
She turns on the water, slipping off her clothes. Holding out a hand, she tests the shower temperature.
“You were gardening in a thong?” I loop my finger in the lacy strap and pull the panties down.
She sticks her tongue out at me.
“Now that I have a bonus check, I’m ordering new underwear. Not thongs.”
I shrug and strip off the rest of my clothes, throwing them on the vanity. “I’d hit that no matter what you’re wearing.”
She steps in the water, and it cascades down her skin, falls over her tits, and trickles down to the place between her legs. She yelps in surprise then moans when I wrap my arms around her slippery skin, kissing her as the warm water flows over us.
“Did you miss my cock?”
She moans her answer.
Her cunt is hot and wet when I slide my fingers along the slit. I’m fully hard just from hearing her whimper and moan as I stroke her.
Then I kiss her neck, move down to her tits to knead them and suck on her nipples, then go down lower.
She groans, arching against me as I lick her pussy. She balances her hands on my shoulders and spreads her legs. Her cries echo around the large shower as I lick her clit lightly and slide two fingers in her opening, then I’m finger-fucking her while I suck her clit, working it with my tongue.
She comes with a shriek, her fingers tangled in my wet hair.
“I’m so hard right now,” I tell her. “I want to bend you over and fuck your tight little pussy. ”
“I thought you wanted me to ride you,” she gasps as I kiss her everywhere, my hands all over her body, making her remember that she’s mine.
“You want to ride my cock?”
“I missed your cock in my pussy.” She reaches for me, rubbing the head of my cock against her hot slit.
I fumble to turn off the water, debate briefly whether I want to fuck her right there or if I can make it the ten steps to the huge bed.
I can make it.
We fall on the bed, still wet.
She kisses me once more then crawls down my body to focus on my cock, taking the thick length in her hands, running her tongue along the skin and sucking the head.
I grab her hips, feeling the vibrations on my cock as she shrieks in surprise, then I stick my face in her hot, swollen pussy, licking the slit, tasting her, making her feel every slow long lick. I work her clit until she finally gives up on my cock. Her nipples press against my abs, and she strains against me as I work her clit, taking her higher and higher until she’s screaming out my name when she comes.
“Now.” I grab her ass. “You’re ready to ride my cock.”
She starts to shimmy down.
“No. I want to watch you while you ride my cock. I want to see your face.”
She turns around, balancing on my chest.
I groan as her wet cunt makes contact with my cock. She straddles me, her tits bouncing, and grinds her hips against me.
For a second, I do want to suggest that we take her sister’s advice and get working on a baby .
Probably should at the very least get engaged, though, right?
I reach for the nightstand and grab a condom.
Mandy rips the packet with her teeth then rolls it on my dick. “Yeah, I definitely missed this.” She strokes my shaft.
“Of course you did. No one fucks you like I do.”
“Cocky asshole.”
“I know you like it when I come in your ass, but I’m fucking your pussy right now.” I grab her waist, hauling her up then impaling her on my hard cock.
Her head tips back, and her pussy flexes around me as she moans.
“Ride me.” I give the order.
She eases up on her knees, excruciatingly slow, then sinks back down, the sensation making her eyelashes flutter. She grabs my wrists, eases up again then back down, her hips rolling, burying me inside her.
I groan. “You’re fucking torturing me.”
She moves one of my hands to her clit. “Make me come.”
I stroke her. She’s already half gone as she does that slow ride of pleasure on my hard shaft. Her pussy clenches on my dick then she’s coming all over my hand.
“Come,” she whispers to me. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
“That’s it.” I pull her off, shove her face down on the bed.
“You said I was driving.” She drags herself up to the headboard while I grab her thighs and spread her cheeks, giving her cunt one good lick.
“Did you forget I’m a lying asshole? Now I’m going to fuck your tight little cunt until you scream. ”
Mandy hangs onto the headboard as I jackhammer inside of her, making her mine, making her feel every thick inch of me.
“Fuck me hard,” she begs, the words almost making me come right there. “I missed that big cock in my pussy.”
“You’re never leaving me again.”
“I’ll never leave you. I’ll always be a good girl, begging for your cock. I’m yours whenever you want.”
“Yeah,” I grunt. “You’re going to let me fuck you whenever I want, however I want.”
“Yes,” she whines. She’s close. “I’m yours.”
“Fuck, I love you, Mandy.” I nip her earlobe. “You feel that? I love you.”
She can’t respond because she’s coming with a low moan. I finish moments later, spilling into her.
After a few moments, I withdraw, toss the condom, then gather her into my arms.
She kisses my nose. “I love you so much.” She snuggles in my arms.
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I promise I’ll always make you happy, keep you safe. You’re mine, you understand?”
“Always.”
I doze next to Mandy, tucked safe next to me. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m finally able to relax and feel whole, and it’s all because of her.
She’s mine forever. Almost.
I ease out from under the covers, get dressed, and leave Mandy sleeping there.
I have an important meeting.
Mandy’s father is standing out in the yard, inspecting the dirt, when I drive up. He looks my way.
“Sir, I’d like a word with you, if I may.”
“All right then.” Patrick takes off his gloves and shakes my hand then leans on his rake expectantly.
Great, so I’m asking this in the middle of a dirt patch. I straighten my spine. “I’d like to ask you for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”
His mustache twitches. Is it a good twitch or a bad one? Sure, Mandy’s mom is firmly on my side, but I can’t get a good read on her dad.
“My daughter makes her own decisions, so you might want to ask her first.” His eyes twinkle.
“I have no reason to think I can’t close that deal, sir, but I’d like to have your blessing.”
“My blessing, eh?” He strokes his mustache.
A car pulls up, brakes squealing. Mandy bursts out, Pepper on her heels.
“You asshole!” she yells at me.
“In my defense, I thought you were asleep.”
Her dad looks like he wants to fade into a bush.
Gale and the rest of the female members of her family pour out of the house.
“Salinger!” Granny Evelyn waves. “Are you here for dinner?”
“Mandy,” her mother tuts. “You’re a billionaire’s girlfriend now—can’t you put something else on?”
“He left!” Mandy shrieks.
“I had a good reason,” I say.
“What?”
“None of your business.”
Mandy’s gearing up to let me have it .
Her father clears his throat. “He wanted to ask me for your hand in marriage.”
“You… oh. Oh!” Mandy mutters to herself, “I should have taken a shower before coming over here.”
“Well, what did you say, Patrick?” Gale demands.
“Didn’t answer yet.” Patrick looks at me. Is that a smirk under the mustache? “What’s your best offer?”
“His best offer?” Granny Evelyn is appalled.
“Like money?” I ask slowly. “You want me to pay you for your daughter?”
“We need to be paying him to take Mandy.” Granny Evelyn huffs.
“No barter.” Patrick shakes his head. “You need to take Mandy’s grandmother with you.”
I keep my expression perfectly neutral.
“Honestly, Patrick.” Gale swats her husband.
“She dumps wine on the grass,” Mandy’s dad says mulishly.
“But I don’t want her dumping wine on my grass,” I complain.
“Give her a shack on a rocky outcropping,” Patrick suggests.
“Woo! I’m living on a private island!” Gran throws up her hands. “High life, here I come!”
Mandy’s sisters are giddy. “When’s the wedding?” Lauren asks.
“Do it after I give birth, so I look hotter than you in your photos,” Amy tells Mandy.
“I’m not going to marry Salinger,” Mandy says.
I bare my teeth. “The fuck you aren’t.”
“You don’t even have a ring.” She crosses her arms .
“It doesn’t matter!” her mother yells. “Amy, go get one of those gummy worms you’re always eating. Mandy, the man is trying to save you from a lifetime of being single. Will someone please give my daughter some sense!”
“Even if he did,” Mandy argues, “I haven’t met your family yet, Salinger.”
“Goddamn it.”
“But once I do,” she says, reaching up to kiss me, “the answer will be yes.”
“No,” I grouse. “The answer will be you running away screaming because they’re horrible.”