PR-3327 The Gardener Got Her by Nick Eastwood


Chapter 1


Lucy Benton felt like the luckiest ex-secretary in the whole world.
Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, she just couldn't believe so
many wonderful things were happening to her.

A petite brunette in her late teens, Lucy was wearing a very expensive
white satin nightgown, cut low to show off the cleavage of her luscious
high-riding tits. As she whirled around before the mirror, her sleek
young body was outlined. She knew she looked great.

"Lucy, honey, you ever coming out of there?" her brand-new husband
called.

"I'll be right out, Howard," Lucy said.

She felt both excited and nervous. Just a few hours ago, she'd been
married, and this was her wedding night. Most girls feel a little
nervous on their wedding nights, but Lucy had extra reasons. For one,
she was a virgin. And for another, she'd just married Howard Benton, one
of the most famous and popular men in America.

She was crazy about Howard but scared that losing her cherry would hurt
like hell. But she couldn't put the big event off any longer, so she
took a deep breath and marched into the bedroom. Howard was lounging on
the king-size bed, wearing silk pajamas and sipping a martini.

"Sugar, you look good enough to eat," he said, leering at her.

Lucy blushed hard. She'd been raised a lady, and that meant keeping her
virginity intact till the wedding night. It also meant not letting a man
know if she was hot for him. She was very hot for Howard, and it was
hard for her to act cool as they prepared to make love.

Howard Benton was in his late thirties and still a terrifically handsome
guy. Tall, dark and lean, he was mobbed by adoring women wherever he
went. Lucy still couldn't believe she'd been lucky enough to become his
wife. But here they were alone together in the master bedroom of his
mansion.

"You're shy and nervous, aren't you?" Howard asked. "I like that. I get
so tired of liberated women."

He reached out, caught her arm, and drew her gently down on the bed. Her
heart was hammering. From what she'd heard about men and sex, she
expected him to rip her nightgown off, roll on top of her, and hurt her
with his cock. Instead he kissed her face and neck, then kissed her
right on the mouth and slid his tongue between her lips.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Lucy murmured.

She loved it when Howard kissed her that way. She wasn't sure how he did
it, but every time he slipped that hot wet tongue into her mouth, she
creamed helplessly. She felt like a real slut, her blood boiling for the
man. She slipped her arms around his neck.


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