Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“I can’t touch the bottom here,” she gasps.
“I can,” I say, reaching for her. “Come here.”
She loops her arms around my neck and breathes a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“Put your legs around me, too,” I say, pressing my open mouth to the pulse at the base of her neck. “We have to be careful, don’t we?”
“Yes…” Hesitantly, she settles her inner thighs on my hips, her pussy brushing my erection and she sucks in a breath. “Shouldn’t we go back to the shallow end?”
“Why don’t we stay here awhile. I’ve got you.”
She nods, but she’s frowning. “I feel funny.”
“Funny how?”
“Kind of sleepy.” She giggles and lays her head on my shoulder. “You’re so warm.”
“Mmmm.” I drag my palms up the outsides of her thighs, circling around to take tight hold of her ass, urging her closer to my hard cock. “So are you. Warm and tight, I bet.”
“Daddy,” she whispers, lifting her head quickly, trying to wiggle free of my hold. “What are you doing? What is that—”
I shhh against her lips. “Anything that happens underneath the water isn’t real, little girl. It’s just pretend.”
She chews on her lip. “Like…play time?”
“Exactly.” Aroused beyond my wildest dreams, I back her slowly to the edge of the pool, pinning her between me and the concrete wall, tilting my hips crudely against her little cunt, rubbing myself shamelessly as her gaze begins to lose focus. “You just close your eyes and let me do what I have to do.”
“Have to…?”
“Oh yes. Have to.” I snare her mouth in a lewd kiss and she kisses me back, confused, whimpering every time I hump her—and I get rough about it. So rough that her neck starts to lose power, her eyelids beginning to droop. I heft her a little higher against me and her tits slap up and down on the surface of the water. “Good girl,” I grit out into her neck. “Such a good girl for Daddy. I know you’re sleepy, but keep your legs up for me.”
“Uh-huh,” she murmurs, head lolling. “Tired…”
This started as a game, almost a flirtation with the darker side of our lust, but there’s nothing funny about it. Not now. If I don’t get inside of her, I won’t live to see the next minute. I’m grappling with the waistband of my suit, pushing it down just enough to extricate my dick and then I’m shoving it up into her snug fuck hole, ramming it deep and banging her without mercy against the side of the pool, my grunts echoing off the surface of the water. Slowly, she kind of melts forward, resting her cheek on my shoulder, as if passed out, but I can feel her accelerated breaths against my neck and know she’s horny, loving it, lost in the terrible/wonderful act. The telltale clench of her cunt tells me exactly how much she enjoys being a little girl, wronged by the man she should trust.
And if that’s wrong, so be it. I’ll get her off however she needs me to.
“Hurts,” she whines into my neck.
“Poor baby. Just a few seconds longer,” I pant, fingering her asshole. Raking my middle finger up and down the back entrance and slipping in the tip, pressing hard. Making her jolt and moan. And then her littlest muscles seize up, catching her off guard, and she grinds on me desperately, side to side, whining, digging her claws into my shoulders. “Ahhhh fuck,” I growl. “Even tighter now. Goddamn it. Here comes Daddy,” I grunt, bucking her hard against the pool wall and gritting my teeth, releasing a muffled shout as my come begins to flow, filling up that off-limits pussy to the brim, the rest of it getting lost in the water, but still I hump and hump, my jaw unhinged, the perfection of her sex keeping me hot, teasing me into one more thrust. One more. One more. Until my balls are finally depleted and I slump against her, my body shaking against her smaller one. I’m shaken, period.
When she lifts her head and smiles at me, perfectly lucid and bright eyed with satisfaction, it’s very obvious that I’m shaken by a lot more than the monstrous need she inspires in me. It’s love. It’s obsession. It’s tangled and irresistible and forever. So help me God.
Now if Charlotte would only agree to that and make me the happiest man alive, I might be able to rest. Until then, I’m going to be a man possessed.
Six
Charlotte
I’m sitting at my desk at work, inhaling the scent of my freshly delivered roses.
Old Charlotte would have sent these back to the florist without a second thought.
New Charlotte? Not so much.
The sight of them on my desk makes me think of Dean. Everything makes me think of Dean. It has been a week since I met him for the lunch break of the century at the rooftop pool. And if I thought the intimacy between us was running wild before, I now know it was only on the brink.