Page 13 of Massive Size Mountain Man
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I shift a bit on the stool, my pussy utterly ravaged. After all, Liam was insatiable. After the “CPR” session in the living room, he picked me up bridal style, and moved to the bedroom where we continued our naughty coupling.
“Baby, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped, staring down at my form. By now, I was nude except for my sparkly g-string, wet with fluids, and my tiny ruffled socks and sneakers.
I giggle a bit.
“I forgot to wear a bra today,” I respond in a coy tone while sucking at the tip of one finger. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Liam’s on me in an instant, his big body hot and heavy on my nude form.
“You didn’t forget,” he rasped. “My dirty little babysitter is a fucking slut, and that’s how I like it.”
Then, he pounded my pussy hard. He had me screaming and wailing the entire night, bouncing up and down on his hard cock and I loved every second of it. I loved riding it forwards, backwards, and we even did side to side, which seems almost impossible anatomically, but believe me, when you have an inventive lover like Liam, anything is possible. He came in me multiple times, and now, I’m leaking with his seed.
“I don’t think I should sit on any of your furniture today,” I smile at him from the kitchen stool. “At least not any furniture that has fabric or stuffing because you’ve filled me up with so much cream that I’m leaking non-stop!”
Liam turns from the stove, where he’s been scrambling eggs, and shoots me a devilish look. The man is insanely handsome with penetrating blue eyes, chiseled features, and charcoal hair that’s tousled rakishly at the moment. Even sexier, he’s shirtless, that bronzed back on display and I can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and muscled torso.
“Sweetheart, sit anywhere you like,” he smirks. “I can get a cleaning lady in, and besides, I’m going to fill you over and over again so there’s no sense in trying to hold back. Sit anywhere you like.”
I giggle.
“Oh, you have a cleaning lady?” I ask. “When is she coming?”
He grins.
“She comes when I’m not here. So after I leave, she’ll come and straighten stuff up. But don’t worry, these folks have seen everything, so there’s no point in being worried about semen stains on furniture. They have industrial-strength cleaning agents to deal with all sorts of body fluids.”
“Hopefully not blood,” I shudder dramatically.
“Yeah, hopefully not, but you never know. Children get cuts and scrapes all the time, so anything is possible. Speaking of which,” he drawls with another smirk my way. “My daughters aren’t here. Not Ellie nor Madison, so I’m afraid you won’t be doing any babysitting this weekend.”
Oh my god, he has two daughters? Oooh, this is the perfect opportunity to come clean about the true purpose of my presence at the cabin, and I clear my throat.
“Right, so about the babysitting,” I begin.
Liam smirks again while plating the eggs.
“Sweetheart, I already know. I talked to Rick Purdy and he told me everything.”
I stare at the handsome man as he slides the fried eggs before me as the toaster dings.
“You talked to your friend? When?”
Liam grins again.
“Right after you arrived. Remember how I said I needed to finish a call in my office? Well, I wasn’t finishing a call. I got Rick on the line and he fessed up. He said he hired you as a “gift” through Sweet Lies, and that the babysitter thing was a ruse.”
My cheeks go red.
“So you’ve known all along?”
Liam smirks while plating the toast, and handing me a crisp, golden slice.
“Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but most babysitters don’t look like you. They don’t have long, blonde hair, kissable lips, and a curvy body made for fucking. They’re more along the lines of a mousy, colorless woman who’s fifty-five with grandkids already.”
I stare at him.
