Really? I turned to look at her, keeping a firm hand on the wheel. “How do you feel about that?” I asked.
She shook her head, pausing again, eyes contemplative.
“I don’t know to be honest. I guess it’s a little like you. I want to know, but I also don’t want to because what if it’s bad? All I know is that this guy ran out on my mom when she was pregnant, leaving her with some bills and some unpaid rent. She’s never heard from him since.”
Shit. That was really fucked up. Running out on a pregnant woman? This guy had no morals whatsoever.
“What a dick,” I said.
“I know. Who does that, right? How could my dad do that, knowing that a woman was expecting his child? So, yeah, maybe it’s better not to know him,” she said with a sad laugh.
We were both silent for a moment, letting the revelation sink in.
“Do you know his name?” I asked, trying not to push.
Mia swallowed. “I do. Raymond Turner.”
“Have you ever tried to look him up?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “I did. Once in middle school, but I couldn’t find anything.” She paused and then said with a laugh, “But I didn’t look too hard, you know what I mean?”
I nodded. “Sure, totally get it. I mean, I have two parents and I’ve never really looked for who they are or where I’m from before now. So I understand.”
But there was an angry lump in my throat because this Raymond Turner person was missing out on his brilliant daughter. What the fuck? This guy was so clueless and shitty, it was unbelievable.
Soon enough, the Ferrari pulled into my circular driveway and I helped the gorgeous girl out of the car. Shit, one glimpse of that plump thigh and I was hard.
“Ready for a horror movie?” I quipped. “Something to make you scream?”
Mia laughed. “Only if there’s a lot of popcorn.”
With our arms around one another, we stepped into the mansion. Of course, I had an ulterior motive. I love horror movies on dates because hopefully, the woman will scream and jump right into your arms, burying her face against your neck. And sure enough, that’s what happened once the killer made his appearance. Well, that and more.
Sure enough, each time her breasts jiggled with a scream, I grew hungrier and pretty soon, I’d whipped that gown right off, leaving the girl nude in my private theater. Shit, she was unstoppable, all heaving, creamy flesh with a slick wet slit between her legs. I pulled the emerald out of her.
“Oh god, I’m wet,” Mia moaned. “You’re so bad, Theo.”
“You are wet,” I confirmed, easing two fingers into her soaked pussy. “I love how drenched your pussy gets for me.”
Mia mewled helplessly, arching her back so that I could get in deeper. She looked like a goddess with those brown curls tumbling around her shoulders and a sweet pout on her lips.
“Hold on baby,” I groaned. “There’s more.”
And pulling my fingers out of her, I stuck them into my mouth. Oh shit, her pussy was so juicy and tangy with just a hint of citrus. Reading my mind, Mia leaned backwards with her legs wide open and pulled her knees up, baring everything. The position was obscene and yet an absolute turn on. I knelt before her on the floor, dick dripping with cum.
But Mia couldn’t wait. She traced a finger down my chest to my abs.
“You’re amazing, Theo. Absolutely irresistible,” she whispered.
And words like that only get you a prize because with a slow moan, I pushed my fat, veiny cock into her wet cunt. She arched her back and cried out as I thrust deep.
“Mmmm. That’s so good.”
With my thumb, I rubbed her clit and watched her squirm. She rubbed her breasts with her hands. When she moaned again loudly squeezing her eyes tight, I could feel her pussy contracting and gushing down on my cock.
I loved making Mia come. She looked so good when she did and her pussy got so insanely wet.
But my girl is a good one and her eyes flickered open then. “Fuck me in my ass, big guy,” she begged, pulling her knees up even further so that that brown hole below was revealed. “I’m ready.”