Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 9
Joel
I’ve always been a sane and logical individual.
But the longer I’m around Haylo, the more my sanity betrays me.
I’m being pushed over a line I’ve never faced before, let alone crossed.
I’ve widened my stance beneath the surface of the pool, in order to bring her lush backside level with my lap, need vibrating through me when I tuck my cock between those juicy cheeks, roving my hands freely under the water, where no one can see what I’m doing, although I’m not sure if an audience would even stop me at this point.
My drive to touch Haylo is too great. Too urgent. The tan slopes of her shoulders are so hot and smooth, I’m restraining myself from biting her.
The second round of noisy chicken fights kicks off in the center of the pool, but my fingers are down the front of Haylo’s bikini bottoms, massaging her untried pussy, while she breathes faster against me, her bottom shifting around in my lap, like she doesn’t know what to do, how to be turned on so blatantly in public. I know the feeling. My dick could function as a fucking coatrack, thanks to her angelic mouth and devilish curves.
God, the need to fuck her is overpowering.
I’m seeing double. My balls are being twisted in a vise.
The cheers around me grow muffled, distorted, when I part her flesh and slowly drive my middle finger into her tight cunt, growling into the crown of her head, because even in waist-deep water, she’s creamy as hell. Ready to give me that first ride of her forbidden, young body. How the hell am I going to make it to the end of this party without dragging her off into a hidden corner of the backyard and screwing her silly?
The lust is annihilating me, yes, but there’s also a need to impress upon her that there’s never been anyone like her. There will never be anyone like her. Fate has taken a hand in what’s going on between us. It has given me my soul mate. Haylo is doubtful of men, but I can distract her from that with pleasure until she knows she can trust me. Until she knows what I know. That I’ll never look at another woman again as long as I live.
I draw my finger out slowly, replacing it with two, earning me a whimper that almost gets swallowed up by the chicken fight racket. “Daddy is going to put his cock here so often, young lady, you’ll feel empty without his balls shoved up against your asshole.”
She sucks in a breath, her cunt pulsing around my fingers.
Oh fuck. This could become an addiction.
No. It already is.
Divining how she feels about something by feeling her pussy’s response.
“I think you’re excited to be my constant fuck toy,” I rasp against her ear.
The tendons between her legs twist and strangle my plunging fingers.
“Want to know how I know that?” I push deep and tickle that coarse spot deep inside of her, her body jolting and shaking against me in the water. “Because you were dripping wet when I finished fucking your throat last night. You were born to be my horny plaything, same way you were born to be treated like a spoiled princess, angel. You get both with me. I’ll put diamonds around your throat and watch them sparkle while I rail you like a tramp.”
“S-s-stop. Stop, I’m going to…”
“Oh, I know. I feel how close you are. I’ll always know.”
“But I’m going to s-scream.”
Looking around the pool for the first time in long minutes, I notice a few of the fathers are watching me covertly, but none of the mothers or daughters seem to be aware that I’m fingering Haylo to an orgasm while the competition rages on. It occurs to me that we could be the next to compete and I have no idea how I’m going to do that, considering I’m stiff to bursting in my trunks, her thong tangled in the strings of my shorts, on account of her writhing there. Writhing. Working me up so good.
A body crashes down into the water several feet away.
“Good effort, Kaylie!” A pause. “Next up is Ford versus…Haylo and her fill-in—”
A horn honks on the other side of the sorority house and everyone’s head turns in the direction of the sound. Except for mine. My face is buried in the curve of Haylo’s neck, my fingers fucking between her thighs, listening to her breath coming in shallow pants.
“The food truck is here early,” announces the girl that announces everything. “We could only afford it for half an hour, so I guess we better put the next round of chicken fights on hold for a while. We’ll resume after we eat.”
Everyone leaves the pool at once, a lot of the parents noticeably drunker than before. Haylo and I remain where we are as, one by one, daughters and their parents wrap themselves in towels and vanish out of sight to the driveway where the food truck is waiting.