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And as if reading my mind, Ally turned to me once more.
“Mr. Martin,” she said lightly, “I’m so sorry I messed up your Persian carpet. Even though I tried to clean it as best I could, I know there’s probably some damage, even if it’s just a little. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” she asked innocently.
And at that, I growled, taking in those lips, those cheeks, those delicate hands contrasted with the huge, bountiful breasts outlined in her turtleneck sweater. Because yeah, there was a lot she could do to make it up to me … and I’d have a lot of fun showing her exactly how I liked it done.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ally
Today’s been crazy beyond my wildest dreams. Breakfast had been dipping my pussy in the saucer of cream, and then during lunch, Thanksgiving lunch no less, I sucked Mr. Martin. That’s right, I got on my knees under the table and sucked him off, right there with Jonah blabbing on and on about something or other as I touched his dad privately, stroked that cock and made it erupt.
And it was so good, so hot, so amazing, that was the thing. I’m a virgin and yet I’ve been acting like a whore, doing things straight out of porn movies, things I’d never imagined happened in real life. But with the right man, anything is possible and with Mr. Martin, it felt oddly right, good, and altogether amazing.
And that’s part of the problem. He’s my boyfriend’s dad and decades older than me, literally old enough to be my dad. I should have felt guilty, I should have felt like scum, the equivalent of a chopped earthworm, food for fish. But instead, I just felt light, curiously happy and filled with rays of sunshine. It’s like I was floating on a breeze, not quite absorbing everything that was happening, but at the same time, cruising with a wind beneath my wings.
So I lay in my bed, eyes squeezed shut, dreaming about the big man. Holy shit, today’s events had totally blown me away, completely, absolutely crushed my ideas of how a man and woman can relate and I only wanted more. I giggled slightly to myself, still cuddled up in the sheets. I wanted more, yes, and Rob would give it to me on this trip hopefully. After all, I was still a virgin and he’d do the deed, right? De-virginize me, make me a real woman, whole and complete? I couldn’t wait, I wanted it, it was like I was on a break from my real life, living in a movie for a little while.
Because the events of the day had me so ramped up that I was unable to sleep, tossing and turning restlessly in the guest bed. My pussy tingled still, mind going at a million miles an hour, the sheets twisted and hot around my body. And sitting up with a jolt, I decided to fix it. I was no longer the country bumpkin, I was a daring woman who went for what I wanted, and I wanted Mr. Martin. I wouldn’t do anything bad. Well, not terribly bad. I just wanted to feel his dick in me, somewhere, somehow.
So slowly, I cracked open the bedroom door. The hallway was dark, Jonah going to bed early to sleep off his hangover, and I padded slowly outside, my nightshirt floating breezily against my thighs. Where was Mr. Martin? Was he working in his office again? Quickly I scanned the hallway, but no, the door at the end was shut tight, imposing and darkly silent.
So I padded down the hall and rounded the corner, going up another flight of stairs until a huge set of double doors greeted me. This had to be it. The doors were heavy, ornate, and there was a dim pool of light under the massive oak, beckoning to me. So slowly, oh so slowly, I raised a small fist and knocked softly.
And a masculine voice immediately rang out.
“Come in Ally,” he growled.
Oh god, how did he know it was me? Probably because just like the night before, we were having a midnight rendezvous, illicitly playing in the wee hours. And with a slow hand, I edged the massive door open, the huge slab revealing Mr. Martin sitting in bed, bare-chested, with the sheet pulled up to his hips, a small pool of lamplight illuminating that bronzed chest. Oh god, he looked so good, so manly, his huge form dark, demanding against the crisp white sheets, an alpha male come to life.
And those blue eyes seized mine.
“Come in, little girl,” he said, a soft edge to that deep voice.
And with tentative steps, I went in, shutting the door behind me.
“Hi,” I murmured, looking at him, trembling a bit as I hesitated by the door. God, this was so wrong. The older man and I were clad in nothing but … well, Mr. Martin could be wearing nothing, for all I knew, the sheet was pulled up to his hips and maybe he was commando underneath.
