Alpha Billionaire Series

GRANT

“Where's Vivian?” I teased, looking for Mandy's constant companion.

“Vivica,” Mandy corrected. “She's gone home.”

I wiped my hands and stepped off the dock, walking up the lawn to meet Mandy. I slid my hands around her waist and stepped in close.

“I get you all to myself?”

She rested her hands on my chest and lifted up her toes to kiss me.

I growled deep in my throat. The taste of her was perfection. I lifted my hand to cup her face and deepen the kiss. I didn't have to stop kissing her, I didn't have to pause and look up to make sure we weren't being watched. It was the first time in days that I was able to properly kiss her.

“Hmm, how long before you have to leave?” I asked.

“Sometime after breakfast,” she purred.

I eased back and stared at her. I couldn't believe my luck. I was going to have this beautiful woman in my arms all night long “How did you manage that?” I asked.

Mandy slipped her hand into mine, and I followed as she headed toward the house. Once we were on the patio she let go and dropped into one of the deck chairs. I followed suit. Inwardly I groaned, and my balls complained. I wanted to be heade upstairs and playing hide and seek with my dick and her clit, not sitting around talking.

“Mom thinks I'm spending the night in Pewaukee. She didn't want me driving home late.”

I looked out at the clear blue sky. It wasn't anywhere near late or getting dark. When I returned my gaze to Mandy's face, she laughed.

“Yeah, I know. Mom is being hyper nervous these days. She treats me like I'm sixteen, not twenty-six. I'd never be allowed to spend the night with you any other way." She held up a finger stopping me from saying anything. “nd you'd never be allowed to spend the night at our house. She's really old fashioned that way."Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“S0, you're sneaking out?”

She shrugged. “It was Vivica's idea.’

“I underestimated her.”

Mandy shook her head. “Never underestimate my best friend again. She's wicked smart, and mama-bear protective. And spending the night here was her idea. She also told me to get to know you."

I reached out and stroked my finger over the scar on her knee. “You know me, Mandy."

She shook her head. “I know nothing about you, Grant. And you know nothing about me.”

“Bullshit,” I stood and began pacing. I knew everything I needed to know about her, the rest was minutia I could learn along the way. I stood in front of her. “You recently graduated with an MBA from Chapel Hill. You had knee surgery when you were nineteen, permanently placing you on the side-lines of all the sports you loved to play as a kid. Your mom has been sick, cancer, and," I took a deep breath, “your father recently passed.”

“Okay, that's not creepy or anything, Grant. How do you know all that?”

“Gracie likes to talk. I asked about you. I got your life history as she knows it. I know you Mandy, and you know me. I like my woman with extra curves, and you make the most amazing noises when you come. And your smile gives me blue balls. I'm thirty-six, 'm too old to be dreaming about some pretty girl I met at a picnic, and yet, here we are.”

She leaned forward and did something with her arms so that her breasts smashed together and bounced.

I gulped.

She let out a soft giggle, and I knew she was playing me.

“Blue balls huh? I don't think a boy has used that as a ploy to get me to give him a blow job since high school”

She looked up at me through her lashes. She dropped her eyes to my crotch and licked her lips before lifting her eyes back to mine.

“That's not," I started. I stopped when her hand slid into the front of my waistband and tugged me even closer. “Mandy, you don't.”

I swallowed down anything else I was planning on saying as her soft hand found me and freed my growing erection from the confines of my shorts. Her mouth was so damned hot and wet. I closed my eyes and braced myself with a hand on her head, lost all ability to focus as her tongue worked its way around my head.

“Mandy” Her name was more a guttural plea than anything else. I tightened my hand into a fist, grabbing her hair. Her head moved back and forth as she took me into her mouth, and into the top of her throat.

“Oh, f**k. If you keep that up, 'm gonna..."

Her mouth was fucking magic. She sucked and pulled at my cock. My balls clenched hard against my body. I thrust into her. Her nails bit into my ass and she grabbed hold. I spilled down her throat, and she sucked me in like a milkshake.

She released me and pulled the front of my shorts back into position. She looked up at me with a wicked pleased grin. She wiped the side of her mouth with a single finger, and then licked the tip.

“No more blue balls to distract you from the conversation.” And she beamed. “You now need recovery time, so you have to entertain me.’

“I don't sing, and I don't dance,” I lied. I had a decent enough crooning voice, and I could do a few basic couples dances like the two-step and the waltz.

“Feed me?" She pushed up to her feet and sashayed into the house.

Slack-jawed, I followed her. She had me wrapped around her pretty little finger, and she knew it. If she said heel I would be on the ground at her feet.

“You don't want a heavy meal’ I said. I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter as she began looking through the refrigerator.

“Why not?” She pulled out half a head of lettuce and a plastic-covered package of steaks.

“Do you really want me pounding your brains out on a full stomach? Might get a little uncomfortable,” I smirked.

She looked up at me with wide-open eyes. I couldn't help but laugh, she had just sucked my soul out through my dick on the patio in broad daylight and was looking positively shocked that I suggested that she might be too full if she ate and I was balls deep into her.

“We can marinate the steaks for later,” I suggested. “You want to put a salad together?”

She continued to riffle through my cupboards. “Do you have any pasta in here?” she asked.

I pointed to the tall cabinet doors on the other side of the fridge.

“Oh,” she let out an appreciative gasp as she opened the pantry. It was large and mostly empty. “My mom would love a pantry like this," she talked to herself as she rummaged through the food I had.

“Ah-ha” She held up a box of dried noodles. “I can make a pasta salad, too. Does this fancy kitchen have pots and pans?”

I pointed her to the correct cupboards. I found a bottle of red wine and pulled spices from the magnetic rack next to the stove. I prepped a marinade for the meat while she boiled water and began chopping vegetables.

I enjoyed watching her move around in my kitchen, in my space. I wanted her to be comfortable. She belonged here. I stepped in and placed the noodles into the boiling water since she was busy with a sharp knife. As we worked, she filled me in on the specific details. She was one of those late in life surprise babies. Her father should have retired years ago but worked himself to death. Her mother was in recovery but seemed so fragile. She was at the lake to be with her mother but felt like she was spending every spare moment working on her laptop, even when Vivica had been visiting, Mandy had spent most of her time working.

Mandy finished the pasta salad and placed the bowl back in the fridge. She wiped her hands on a towel and tossed it onto the counter. She sighed. It lifted her breasts and reminded me that I had plans for her tonight.

“You must be feeling recovered,” she said, catching me staring at her breasts.

“With some encouragement, I think it's safe to say, 'm fully recovered” My cock throbbed excited with the prospect of more intimate playtime.

Mandy surprised me as she pulled the shirt she wore over her head and left it on the floor as she climbed the stairs.

Thad her in my arms and in my bed with preternatural speed. If she was going to be naked, I wanted to be naked with her. And I wanted to be touching all of her nakedness. My hands itched to hold handfuls of her breasts. My tongue longed to taste her. My c**k pulled all blood flow from my brain so that it could sink into her warmth again.

I pulled her between my legs as I sat on the bed, and she stood before me. She giggled and her fingers played across my shoulders and in my hair as I sucked on a n****e and kneaded my hands into her flesh. I rolled back and pulled her on top o me. She pressed me to the mattress.

I hooked my leg over hers, holding her in place. I wanted to feel the length of her body against mine. I didn’t want her to think that I expected her to straddle my hips, not with her knee, not unless she was the one to initiate that position. “Grant, I'm going to suffocate you."

I was a grown man; I wanted her breasts to cut off my air. Better yet, I wanted her on my face. I rolled positioning Mandy under me. I lifted back and sucked in the air her bountiful b****t had temporarily deprived me of.

“Suffocate me. If I die, I die happy."

I5lid down her body and pressed her thighs apart.

“My turn,” I said as I descended and placed my mouth on her.

She was sweet, all warm and wet. The sounds she made as I licked between her folds and sucked on her clit made me even harder. I kneaded the soft skin of her thighs as I feasted on the glory between her legs.

Mandy thrust up against my mouth. She pulled my hair as she pressed me to her. I slid my fingers between her folds, coating them in her moisture. Her pussy was perfect and tight as I slid my fingers into her depths.

I could have happily stayed where I was, but Mandy pulled my hair, hard.

I lifted away from her sweetness.

“I need you," she was practically crying with desperation.