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Far too soon, I’m deposited at his townhouse on the Upper East Side, and I take a deep breath before climbing the stoop and stopping in front of that massive door. Was I really just here yesterday? Somehow, it feels very different and it’s not just because I’m eighteen now. There’s electricity buzzing in the air, and I can feel the energy crawl over my skin, making the hairs on my arms and neck stand up. I wonder if my blonde hair looks extra-fluffy, or if my curves have become more generous somehow. Then I shake my head. Okay, this is getting out of hand. I’m starting to drift into some weird sci-fi fantasy land where Brad Landry makes me absolutely crazy, and I have to keep my head on straight.
But that’s easier said than done because immediately after I press the bell, the heavy door swings open and Brad pulls me into his arms in the foyer, pressing his mouth to mine as he kicks the door shut with one foot.
“Fuck I’ve been waiting for this,” he rasps, those blue eyes gleaming in the dim light of the entryway. “Goddamn, honey. What are you wearing?”
I choke a bit even as my cheeks flush.
“Do you like it?” I manage in a whisper. “I wore this for you.”
Brad’s azure gaze surveys me from head to toe, stopping to linger on my giant breasts, as well as the flare of my hips and the roundness of my big butt.
“I love it,” he rasps before pressing another kiss to my mouth. “But what am I thinking? It’s your birthday and I got you a cake. Are you ready to see it?”
I gasp with pleasure, my eyes sparkling.
“Really? You thought to get me a cake?”
“I did,” he growls, pulling me towards the kitchen with one hand. “Come on, baby girl. Come and take a look.”
We step into the light of the kitchen, and sure enough, on the massive marble island is a beautiful pink cake adorned with hearts, roses, and the words, “Happy 18thBirthday, Paisley.”
“It’s gorgeous,” I breathe, my eyes filling with tears. “I love it. Thank you, Brad.”
He nods, those blue eyes burning me up.
“I took a stab in the dark guessing that your favorite color is pink, but now that I see you in this get-up, it’s clear I wasn’t wrong. You look incredible, baby girl,” he reiterates, unable to tear his eyes from my curvaceous figure. “Good enough to eat, in fact.”
I giggle again, spinning in my high heels as my blonde locks fly out in a graceful arc.
“But is Tatum here? She might like a slice of cake.”
The handsome man shakes his dark head, those blue eyes gleaming.
“Hell no, sweetheart. Like I said, Tatum’s with her mom this evening, so tonight, you’re going to be the girl of honor. But I do have one rule about big girls eating cake.”
I flush, knowing that this is going to be dirty.
“What is it?” I whisper, my heart beating with anticipation in my chest.
“Big girls eat their cake in lingerie, sweetheart. Nothing but bras and panties will do, so lose the dress, Paisley. I want to see what I’m going to feast on tonight.”
I stare at the handsome man, totally shocked for a moment. Of course, I knew I was coming tonight to have sex, but I had no idea it was going to be raunchy from the very start. I thought maybe we’d eat some snacks and make small talk, but clearly, Brad wants to get down to business now, judging from the way he’s already beginning to unbutton his blue shirt.
Heart pounding, I obey. With trembling fingers, I reach behind myself and unzip the bandage dress, the pink fabric peeling apart to reveal my lush breasts and narrow waist. Then, I pull the material down before stepping out of the outfit, and it becomes obvious that I’m wearing nothing but pasties on my nipples and the tiniest pink thong.
“No bra, baby?” Brad rasps, his bronzed chest now muscular and bare. I want to run my tongue up the ridges of his abs, but I manage to nod and smile at him shyly.
“No because the straps would show. I guess I could have done a strapless bra, but those can get uncomfortable, so I went with the pasties instead,” I say, gently circling one finger around the pale pink plastic covering my right nipple. “Do you like it, Daddy?”
His breath audible hitches at the word “Daddy,” but I can tell it turns him on.
“I love it, but I want those off too then,” he rasps, his eyes never leaving my figure. “Show me your tits, baby girl. What size are they? D’s? E’s?”
I giggle a little while gently pushing the tip of one nail beneath the plastic covering of the nipple cover. Then lightly, I run the edge of my nail along the border, gently peeling the circle loose before pulling it entirely off my big breast. The creamy white flesh bounces as I remove the covering, and I smile teasingly at Brad before doing the other one as well.
“These are Double D’s,” I coo, gently lifting my breasts together as an offering to the handsome man. My tits are huge and white, the areola light pink and my nipples already stiff with need. “Why, do you want a taste?”
Brad’s on me in an instant. The big man kneels before my form on the kitchen floor, his sensuous mouth latching to a pink nub immediately.
