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)
“Daddy…” Haylo moans where we’re alone. “I need you.”
My cock throbs angrily. “Need my fuck?”
“Uh-huh,” she hiccups.
God help me, this is going to happen right here, right now. In her sorority house pool. With limited time. But I can’t think of another option when hunger is suffocating me and she’s asking for it out loud. Quickly, I turn Haylo around to face me and suction our mouths together, crushing her up against the concrete wall of the pool. I untie the laces of my shorts with a frantic hand, setting loose my starving cock, jerk aside the flimsy white material of her thong bottoms, and pump home.
She cries out into our kiss, but I double the suction of my mouth, placating her, keeping her as quiet as possible while I thrust gently, letting her acclimate, stretching her innocent flesh while I reel from the impact of it. Of her. How well she takes me, even though she’s tighter than a fucking whip. Her eyes are on mine, dutiful, curious, slowly growing smokier. Needy. And I don’t need any more encouragement than that to start a slow but thorough plunder of her depths, her lithe thighs locked around me in the pool, her arms wrapped around my neck, my hips starting to rock harder, more insistently, her breath escaping in a trembling hiss, telling me she’s ready for rough.
“Does it hurt, angel?”
“No, it feels so good,” she whines, her head falling back.
Those shiny, wet tits pop free of their triangles and I ram my cock into her all the harder for it, watching them pucker and bounce, though I’m keeping one eye on the side yard, thoroughly aware that we don’t have long before everyone returns with their food.
“Jesus Christ, they don’t make cunts any tighter than this,” I groan into her neck. “Built to tease everyone’s pricks, weren’t you? Twitching that high ass around in a little thong, letting men know you’ve got a death clamp between your legs. Not anymore.” I sink my teeth into her neck with a rumbling growl. “You’ll spread them open when I tell you to, young lady. Enough teasing, start pleasing.”
She whimpers and works her hips, taking me in and out.
Eager to give pleasure.
But so am I.
I put my thumb on her clit and stroke, feeling it swell, along with the walls of her mind-blowing pussy, telling me she’s on the verge of coming. Thank God. At the pace I’m banging her, water sloshing in every direction, I’m going to be done soon, too. She’s so supple and so snug, I want to stay here for hours, but my balls are screaming for release.
The water keeps me from hitting full speed, though. Need more friction.
More gravity.
More, more, more.
Delirious with lust, I walk us to the steps of the pool and climb out, Haylo still bouncing like a dream on my dick, her ass gripped in two hands. My loins are straining, telling me it’s time for both of us to finish and with that in mind, I drop to my knees in the grass beside the pool and fuck her for broke, our flesh slapping loudly in the sunlight, my grunts merging with her whimpers. I glance up to find one of the fathers watching us from behind a tree, his hand jerking furiously in his pants, but I’m too lost in her heat to stop.
“You like that? You like making me an animal?” I spit on her tits. One, two. The walls of her sex jerk tighter in response to my saliva rolling down her nipples and I know, I know she’s going to keep me in sexual pain until the day I die. She’s going to keep me begging. Holding myself deep, deep, deep, I swat her tits sharply, making her back arch with excitement. Bliss. Damn, she’s hot to trot. Every man’s dream, but I’m the first and last one who’ll nail her down. “No college boy punks for this high-quality pussy. You’re a man’s job.”
She opens her knees wider at that pronouncement, as if to agree with me like a good little girl, and my come refuses to stay put for another second. “Daddy’s coming,” I slur, falling onto her, shoving my face into the crook of her neck and humping like a maniac, losing awareness of reality. There’s nothing but her squeals of ecstasy as she peaks, followed by my heavy dick giving in and blowing into her tightness, her knees wide open in the grass where I’ve pinned them with my hands, and lord, my hips keep jerking, more semen than I’ve ever released fountaining into her, filling and overflowing, seeping onto our skin, into the grass, splashing onto her belly and mine.
Absently, I hear a male groan in the distance, too, but I can’t focus on that now. I fix Haylo’s bathing suit and shove my still half-erect cock back into my shorts, carrying her to the pool and getting back inside, cradling her against me while she comes down, her breathing slowly restoring to even.