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  I choked again, this time literally huffing up a small piece of steak, coughing and hacking.

  “But if you noticed back then,” I began once I got my breath back, “and I’m eighteen now …”

  Rob nodded, finishing my sentence.

  “That’s right honey,” he ground out. “I’ve been watching you for years, watching that delectable body grow into a woman, watching these huge Double D’s come in, that ass of yours get rounder and juicier. And baby,” he said turning to me, blue eyes piercing, “It was fucking hard. You had no idea what you looked like, acting the little girl even though you had the body of a woman. Do you remember your fourteenth birthday?”

  I blushed because of course I remembered it. I’d been wearing a bikini for the first time, my first two-piece, a red and white polka-dotted number that was girlishly cute yet unknowingly sexy at once. I’d been excited about the ruffled bottoms, the way my breasts thrust out against the material, bulging and yet covered. Because under Linda’s watchful eye, I wasn’t wearing some Brazilian thong that left nothing to the imagination, bisecting my ass cheeks. This was a bikini that had real acreage, suitable for a fourteen year-old, more Minnie Mouse than Frederick’s of Hollywood.

  But evidently the suit had made an impression because Rob groaned, eyes faraway as he pictured it once again in his head.

  “Fuck you were so beautiful honey, so absolutely delectable, I wanted to fuck you that entire day. Shit, I almost cornered you behind the pool house a couple times, I was so desperate to get a kiss, to get a quick feel, some pussy on dick.”

  And I gasped.

  “But I was only fourteen then,” I whispered, brown eyes large. “I was so young.”

  And Rob nodded harshly.

  “Exactly,” he said, turning piercing blue eyes to me. “You were only fourteen and I fought my body the whole day, I made myself laugh and talk like nothing was wrong even though my dick practically erupted a couple times looking at you.”

  And I blushed because there had been a few occasions when I’d looked up to unexpectedly find Rob’s eyes on me, to feel that blue gaze running hotly over my curves. But I’d thought it was my imagination. I’d been so inexperienced back then that I was sure my mind was playing tricks, that the big man’s look was merely a mirage because as soon as I looked back, he’d turn away like nothing was wrong, chatting and laughing coolly with other partygoers.

  So I’d shaken it off, sure I was wrong, that the whole thing was just a dream, my senses gone wild under the blazing sun. But now the big man was telling me that it had absolutely occurred, that he’d been fighting himself for hours, dying to bobble my boobs, to stroke my snatch even though I’d been underage and unaware.

  And I gasped again, because suddenly I realized how difficult the passing years must have been for him.

  “But Mr. Parker,” I said slowly. “That was four years ago, almost five. I’ve been growing more,” I added shyly, nodding to my bust, “I’ve got Double Ds now, I’ve only gotten bigger all around. How, I mean, what …?” My voice trailed off once more, I didn’t know how to ask.

  And the alpha male let out a short bark of laughter, more a desperate cough than a sound of mirth.

  “You’re asking me how I survived being around you for years, watching as you ripened and developed, becoming a beautiful woman?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow although harsh streaks of color danced across his cheekbones now, the steak forgotten.

  And I nodded mutely.

  The big man growled again.

  “The truth is that it’s been fucking hard,” he acknowledged, eyes holding mine. “It’s been fucking painful seeing you all the time, those boobies out to there, that cunt smell so strong, aromatic, always trailing you in a cloud.” I gasped. He could smell my pussy? He could smell the drip that started whenever he was around?

  And Mr. Parker nodded, confirming it.

  “That’s right,” he ground out once more, blue eyes piercing, unbelievably hot. “I’ve been sniffing your cunt for years now honey, there’s never a scent that was so sweet, it was hell taking you to the movies, getting wafts of that delectable heat the entire time we were in the theater,” he rasped. “Good thing it was dark,” he barked, “Because I had a hard-on the entire time. And all those bathroom trips, baby? I was going to jerk-off, I needed you so bad.”

  I gasped once more, cheeks flushing. I had thought it was weird, the way Rob got up to go to the bathroom constantly, but I thought it was because he was texting a date, a woman he was meeting up with later, and didn’t want to be rude in the darkened theater.

  “Oh my god,” I breathed, my food forgotten now. “So these past four years, you’ve been watching me.”

  Rob nodded.

  “Not just watching baby, lusting after, desiring, wanting to take you all for my own,” he admitted, voice harsh. “It’s been fucking hell, and this past year, I stayed away,” he said, blue eyes sharp now. “I knew that if I was around you, I was gonna do something illegal. I was gonna drill a seventeen year-old, make that sweet snatch my own, own you, use you, and end up in jail because of it. And I seriously thought about risking it, baby,” he said contemplatively. “I seriously thought about risking the slammer, jail isn’t so bad if you’ve got the sweet memory of pussy on your dick. But I didn’t,” he continued, eyes hard. “I survived by going away. I avoided you guys like the plague so that I wouldn’t ravage you at the first chance.”

  And my breathing was shallow now, mouth hanging open.

  “So that’s why we haven’t seen you in a year,” I whispered in wonder. “Ray and Linda thought they made you mad for some reason, they couldn’t figure it out.”

  And Rob let out another short bark of laughter then.

  “Naw, they didn’t make me mad. I just didn’t want to accidentally slip my dick into their little girl. Even though you were at school, honey, I decided not to take any chances. I was afraid that if I went over to your parents’ house, you might be there and I’d lose control, taking your virginity in a closet or something, like some kind of burglar. So yeah, I stayed away for my own sanity and for your safety.”

  And I melted then. Because Rob was admitting that he felt something for me, that I meant something to him. Maybe we weren’t going to be long-term lovers, but it sure seemed promising right now. He’d been watching me for almost five years, lusting after my curves, wanting more, exerting iron will over his own reactions so that no lines were crossed. And it touched me to the heart. The big man had pulled a disappearing act, and it was so that I could grow up, become legal before something truly illicit happened.

  But why was he here this weekend? Now that I was eighteen, had he come to the cabin with the specific goal of taking me, owning my body, making me into a woman? The possibility confused me. On the one hand, sensations gushed through my form, pussy going warm and wobbly. It sounded good, the hard, dark man planning this weekend, lying in wait like a jaguar stalking his prey, my nubile eighteen year-old body safely into legal territory. But on the other, it was a little creepy too. Deflowering a teen girl you’ve been watching for years, a family friend? Dirty and illicit, yes, but also very stalkerish and kinda spooky.

  So I bit my lip, unsure whether to ask the next question. But I had to know. I had to know what Mr. Parker was thinking, what he thought was going to happen during this getaway.

  “So why did you come this weekend then?” I asked slowly. “Were you hoping that I’d, I dunno, throw myself at you?”

  Rob shook his head.

  “Yes. No. I don’t know,” he said, dejected, not meeting my eyes. “I was ecstatic to see you, Mandy, so eager after fifteen months of isolation. But that’s the problem,” he continued, shaking his head once more. “I was eager. Too eager. No forty-five year old man should be so desperate to see a teenage girl.”

  Okay, so we were on the same page. Rob definitely recognized that a forty-five year old lusting after an adolescent sounded more like a dirty old man chasing Lolita than a sexy, t
aboo tryst.

  “But did you think we were going to get it on today?” I asked slowly. “Tell me, please. Be honest, Rob … I need to know.”

  And the big man sighed again, resting his head between his hands, still refusing to look at me.

  “No,” he ground out. “I figured that with your parents here, in this small space, there was no way we’d start something. I thought I’d beat it out of myself with a fifteen month absence, that I was in control, that I could hold back and restrain my impulses. But clearly I was wrong,” he ground out, staring at me again now, eyes desperate. “Clearly I was wrong because as soon as my car pulled into the driveway and I saw you changing, oh shit, it all like my body was on fire, every rule I’d set out for myself evaporated.”

  And I took a deep breath, narrow shoulders shaking slightly. Because it meant that Rob had good intentions, he’d fought a long, internal struggle not to touch me until the time was right, until I was ready and mature. And I loved that about him. I loved the fact that he’d been waiting, waiting for me to grow up, waiting for me to be ready, and the only problem was that I was ready now, and he couldn’t see. Mr. Parker couldn’t see that I desperately wanted it, that I wanted a relationship with him, to be with him for real. All the big man could see was this stupid age gap and the wrongness of it all, the taboo aspect.

  “So what do we do now?” I asked slowly, picking at my steak once again. “What do we do?”

  Rob looked miserable, shoulders hunched.

  “The thing is, baby girl,” he growled. “I have no fucking idea. While you were napping, I drove myself nuts trying to figure it out. And after all that, I still have no fucking clue,” he rasped. “No fucking clue.”

  So I decided to take matters into my own hands.

  “We’ll figure it out,” I said soothingly, trailing a small hand along those broad shoulders. “We’ll figure it out.”

  And he looked up at me then, blue eyes yearning, searching deep within mine.

  “Will we really?” he rasped. “This seems like a pretty impossible, fucked-up situation.”

  I nodded once again, stroking that bronze throat reassuringly.

  “We will, I promise,” I breathed. “I know you can do it Robert Parker, I know you,” and with that, I kissed him for real then. The kiss was different from the ones we’d shared in the past. Before, our lip locks had been pure lust, the mating of animals, mouths meeting with fervor as our bodies slid together below. But this time, the kiss was imbued with feeling, I could sense Rob loosening, the burden on his shoulders lightening as I touched his mouth with mine, as I pulled him forward to bring us closer.

  “We’ll figure it out,” I murmured against his lips, letting my warm breath trail over him. “We’ll figure it out.”

  And this time, as we made love, there was an element of true caring in our movements. Somehow, the air had been cleared between us. He and I had revealed our longing for one another, the fact that for years, we’d been watching each other, Rob slowly biding his time, clamping down on his reactions so as to not overstep.

  And me, I’d been lusting after him, flat out. After trailing him for years like a puppy, suddenly I was a woman grown, one with assets, a mind of my own, and a body with needs. And it was time to sate those needs, even if we only had a short while.

  “Mr. Parker,” I murmured into his mouth. “My parents are coming tomorrow morning. Let’s make the most of the time we have left, okay? Please,” I said, on the edge of begging. “Please Rob.”

  The big man groaned deep in his throat, those big hands moving up and down my back.

  “Baby,” he rasped. “We’ve already gone so far, and yeah, I’m more than happy to make you feel good. I love you Amanda,” he groaned. “I fucking love you honey, these curves, this smile,” he said touching my lips, “and that big, sexy brain of yours.”

  I knew he was saying words he’d had pent up for years, but the thing is I couldn’t take them at face value. The big man was so conflicted right now, shit I was so confused, that emotions were bubbling up from nowhere and we were both saying things that we’d regret in the stark light of day. But now, under the cover of darkness, cocooned in the cabin with no one around for miles, it was like we were living in a dream world where anything could happen, the mystical, magical feel of night making anything possible. So I said it too.

  “Mr. Parker,” I breathed against his mouth. “I love you too. I want you so bad, and I’m so happy that we’re here,” I murmured. “Feel how happy I am,” I whispered, taking that big hand in mine. And without waiting, I dragged his hand between my thighs, pushing those big fingers up against my crotch. Oh yeah, the booty shorts didn’t do much and his digits grazed my bare twat, the folds leaky and wet already. “Feel,” I breathed again.

  The alpha groaned under his breath, stroking my puffy flesh, making me moan and toss my head to the sky.

  “Oh fuck,” was all he could say. “Oh fuck fuck fuck. Baby, I have to see it.”

  I knew what he wanted. Standing up, I shimmied out of the tee and shorts in two seconds flat, nude before him in the kitchen, nips perky and proud, breasts dangling as my cunt dripped wildly.

  “Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked sweetly, cupping my tits, lifting the huge creamy orbs to my mouth for a taste. “Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked again, lightly nipping at the pink buds.

  And Mr. Parker groaned, eyes on fire, glued to my form.

  “Shit baby I love how your boobs are so huge you can lick them yourself,” he ground out, popping his dick from his pants. It was so huge that I almost fell on my knees right there, ready to worship, my mouth filling with saliva he looked so appetizing. But Mr. Parker shook his head again.

  “Naw baby, that’s not for right now, you can pleasure me later,” he ground out. “Right now, I want to see that little vag pulse with pleasure. I want to see you contract hard, honey, I want to see those two holes open and close with ecstasy.”

  I gasped.

  “What do you mean?” I stammered. I was a virgin until hours ago, and once again, Mr. Parker had me in the dark. “You want to see my pussy spasm? But which two holes?” I murmured, embarrassed, cheeks flushing. “What do you mean?”

  And the big man just grunted, eyes on fire.

  “Baby,” he said gently. “When a woman comes, her pussy pulses hard. The contractions of your orgasm are there to pull a man’s semen deeper, to draw the good stuff into your body to seed that fertile form. It’s a beautiful sight honey, a woman’s sweet hole giving it up, opening and closing with delight when she’s horny.”

  And I blushed. Holy cow, of course I knew my pussy jerked when I came, it felt good and I’ve fingered myself, I’ve made myself come. I just didn’t know you could actually see it.

  “But isn’t it all internal?” I asked, confused. “I don’t get it, I thought it was mostly inside.”

  Rob threw me a dirty grin then.

  “Some of it is internal, yeah,” he confirmed. “But honey, some of it is right here, at your opening,” he ground out, grazing one big finger over my honey hole, dipping into the ambrosia. “And I’ll be able to see it because I’m gonna hold you open.”

  My mouth dropped open as I gasped.

  “Hold me open?” I asked, stupefied. “You’re gonna hold my pussy lips open?”

  Rob nodded, another sly grin creeping over his face.

  “That’s right, baby,” he said roughly. “I’m gonna spread those pussy lips wide to look deep into you, to get a front row seat as this horny cunt gives it up, clenching and spasming. I’m gonna watch all of it baby, watch as you drip and jerk, screaming and shrieking with pleasure.”

  And I moaned throatily then, tantalized and so hungry, so desperate for him, to go into this unknown.

  “Oh my god,” was all I could manage. “Oh my god.”

  But Rob wasn’t done yet.

  “And not just that honey, but a woman’s ass pulses when she orgasms. Did you know that? While your pussy’s
jerking, your ass is contracting too, winking and blinking with spasms.”

  I literally stopped breathing then. This, I hadn’t known. This, I had no idea. My ass was giving it up as well? Oh god. And the big man just confirmed it, grinning lasciviously at me once again.

  “That’s right honey, that’s part of the reason why anal feels so good. Because when I drill you in back, your ass will pump me. It’ll milk me, it’ll clench and jerk, breaking off my dick if I’m not careful.”

  And I moaned again, turned on, snatch leaking like a well now, I was so hungry and desperate.

  “Please Mr. Parker,” I panted. “I want it, please show me. I want to try.”

  And Rob chuckled deeply in his throat.

  “Of course baby,” he ground out. “Let’s just get you somewhere comfortable,” and with a sweep of his arms, I was cuddled up against that broad chest as he took the stairs two at a time, depositing me onto the guest bed, my curves bouncing as he dropped me onto the quilted coverlet.

  “Now baby,” he grunted against my lips. “Just feel.”

  Because the alpha nudged my knees apart with his body, placing himself squarely between my thighs and slowly, took a deep lick of my cunt, all the way from asshole to clit.

  “Unnnh!” I cried out, throwing my head back. “Oh god!”

  Mr. Parker rumbled knowingly in his chest.

  “Tweak your nips honey,” he ground out. “Play with yourself as I munch this rug.”

  And obediently, my small hands found their way to my tits, squeezing and massaging the flesh before pinching my nipples, the hard tips going from light pink to a flushed, deep red, pebbled, jutting out, desperate for more. And so I spat on my breasts for more lube, areola glistening under the light, and began to give myself a boob job then, pulling firmly before massaging my nipples, squeezing them and rolling them up to my mouth to suckle on myself as Mr. Parker pleasured me below.