The Wrong Type: A Short Story Collection

12. The Trophy Wife - Part 3

For my romance lovers... this is more sweet than smutty I think ❤️

Propping my foot in Mick's lap I stared up at him from under my lashes.

"Dirty thoughts?" He asked, squeezing my foot. His wolfish grin making me feel all sorts of giddy. Suddenly I was yanked up and sat astride his lap, my pussy soft against his growing bulge in his swim shorts.

"Is Daddy horny again?" I whispered in his ear, trailing a line of kisses down his neck, my lips lingering on his strong pulse.

"Daddy's always horny, baby," he muttered against my nape, his large, hairy hands squeezing my naked bottom. "What did I say about wearing a goddamn thong, huh?"

"It's a bikini, grandpa," I replied, his growl at the name making me giggle. 

"You're lucky nobody's around."

"Or what?" A moment later I felt the sting of his huge hand on my bottom. I jerked back, shoving him but he kept me pressed against him, his arm like a steel bar around my waist.

"Or you'll get your spoiled little ass beat. Again."

I looked around the yacht, hoping nobody was around. "Don't say things like that in public, Mick. What if somebody heard you?"

I could see he was holding back laughter.

"Mick, this isn't funny."

In answer, he smacked me on the bum again, even harder. I held my breath, unable to decide whether I was upset or turned on. Then he got up off the the chair, holding me like a child as he made way to the cabins downstairs.

It was hard to stay mad when we were on St Barts, aboard some multi gazillionaire's yacht and I was about to be laid down and used for pleasure. Dropping me on the bed, he took off his polo shirt, kicked off his swim shorts and came on the bed, his weight making the bed springs groan.

Sucking in both of my nipples, he moved lower, trailing wet kisses down to my hip bone. I put my hands on his shoulders, urging him even lower. He took the hint, spreading my thighs wide, his dark head bent over my pussy and I felt his thick, fat tongue licking me from asshole to pussy and all between my lips, thrusting deep in my pussy then twiddling my clit with the tip of his tongue.

"You're so good at this, Mick," I moaned, massaging his scalp, pulling on his thick salt and pepper hair. He upped the ante, the motion of his tongue quick, quick before he sucked in my clit between his lips, the feel of his stubble stinging me, his hot breath making my belly do a full flip. Closing my eyes I gripped his hair, grinding my pussy to his perfect mouth as I came thrashing on the bed like some possessed witch.

I lay back as he pushed my legs up and slid in through my fresh mouthed pussy. Hanging his head back he groaned and I watched him from below, the sight of his round gut and those huge pecs, the way he held my thighs in his strong grip. I felt stirrings of another orgasm as he fucked me, slow and steady and deep.

Then he opened his eyes, looking down at me with that hard, impenetrating glance, the one I didn't know what to make of, and a sight of his severe look coupled with his hard lips glossy from my own jizz was just so lewd the second orgasm hit me instantly, and I convulsed, palming my pussy, feeling my own pleasure pour through my fingers. Yes, yes, yes...

...

"Who's this little sugar bum. She yours, Mick?"

I stopped in my steps, holding my peach lemonade from the bar as I watched Mick's face turn hard. Suddenly I was pulled to his side, his hand hard on my elbow like I'd done something wrong.