THE MOMENT I SAW HER , I knew my cock was going to end up balls deep inside her tight virgin pussy.
Her long blonde hair was up in a messy bun on her head, and her ass looked fucking sinful in those tight pink yoga pants she was wearing. Her shirt was tied in a knot right above her bellybutton, exposing the tanned, toned skin of her navel. The girl’s feet were bare as she worked the marble beneath her, and she was on her knees already.
“I’m happy to see someone working their position,” I growled as I watched her, and her eyes shot up as if she’d been slapped. “Don’t mind me, girl. Keep fucking scrubbing.”
“Mr. Goldwyn!”
I didn’t even look in the direction of the scolding voice, my eyes too focused on the blonde beauty that was taking care of my floors with such great attention. She was lucky I didn’t make her lick them clean for my own amusement.
“Mr. Goldwyn,” the voice repeated, the tone colder this time around. “I’d like you to meet my daughter.”
This time, I actually tried to tear my eyes off her, but it was also the moment she chose to sit back on her heels with her palms on her knees, and her eyes looking up at me with utter obedience. And just like that, I was a fucking goner. My eyes stayed glued to the girl.
“Miss Monroe,” I said, never taking my gaze off her once. “I wasn’t aware you had a family.”
She mumbled something under her breath and if I knew my housekeeper at all, she was cussing me out. I grinned at the girl, and her eyes widened at the sight of me. She was perfectly silent, in the exact position I wanted her in. The girl couldn’t have been any more perfect if she tried.
“We talked about this,” Miss Monroe reminded me patiently. “You asked for me to bring in another member of staff to help around the house, and I suggested I bring in my daughter who was free for the summer holidays.”
That’s right, she did.
My house was getting unmanageable for poor old Martha. She’d been working for me for the better part of a decade, but I barely remembered her talking about a daughter.
“What’s her name?” I asked Martha, staring straight at the girl.
This bothered her. She got up furiously, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear and glaring at me like I’d just committed the worst faux-pas she’d ever heard.
Little did this little girl know, I was going to have her on her knees eating my cum off a pussy-juice covered cock the first chance I fucking got.
“My name is Ella,” the girl said fiercely, sticking her hand out for me to shake.
I grinned at her, grabbed that dainty little palm and pulled her against me. She let out a gasp so timid it made my cock twitch, and I didn’t stop until she was an inch away. Then, I raised her hand to my lips and kissed the top of it, my beard brushing against her soft skin.
“Ella,” I repeated with a wicked grin. “What a pretty name.”
She straightened up, and her tits were in my face like she was begging me to suck those nipples peeking through her shirt. The girl was a walking felony, and I already knew I was in trouble. I could only hope her sexy little ass was legal, because I was going to fill it to the brim, and she was going to beg for more with each thrust of my powerful hips.
“And you are Mr. Goldwyn, I presume,” the little princess said with a meaningful look.
I fought the urge to lift her up into my arms and leaned closer to speak instead.
“Rafe,” I said against her cheek, watching the skin on her neck prickle as she listened to me.
“Mr. Goldwyn!” her mother snapped.
Finally, I fucking forced myself to look away from her hot piece of ass daughter, and focused my attention back on my housekeeper.
“Thank you, Miss Monroe,” I said with a grin. “That will be all.”
Her mouth set in a thin line and she nodded, then looked at her daughter and motioned for the girl to follow her down the hallway. Just as the younger Miss Monroe was about to follow, I called out for her.
“Wait!”
She froze on the spot like a good girl should. I could see her shoulders hunching up as she awaited further instructions, and her mother tapped her foot against the floor, obviously impatient.
“Mr. Goldwyn, really,” she said in an exasperated tone. “We have work to do.”
“I’ll send her after you,” I replied in a syrupy sweet voice, without so much as glancing in Martha’s direction. “That will be all.”
I could sense her hesitating, but in the end, she merely swallowed a snarky reply and left the room, shaking her head—that much I could see out of my peripheral vision. But now my attention was solely focused on the luscious blonde in front of me. She crossed one arm in front of her body protectively, as if she was trying to shield her sexy little body from my eyes. I should’ve bent her over my knee and spanked that bubble butt raw for that.