surprise and a face full of water, he started to return the watery attack, but she jumped on him and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t you do it.” She laughed. “If you get my hair wet, I’m out.”
There were already tendrils of wet hair stuck to her neck. Making out like lusty savages created a lot of splashing. But he knew she was serious about ending up with a soaked head.
“Unfair advantage,” he drawled in a half snarl. “Flag on the play. I call a penalty?”
“Penalty?” She scoffed. “You’re making that up.”
“So?” He grinned.
She shrugged. “Okay.”
Before she had time to make another sound, he stood in the churning water, reached out, put a hand on the naked nymph’s neck, and pulled her against him with an arm around her waist.
He kissed her with rising urgency. She squirmed in his embrace and gave in to his oral demands. Carnal urgency gripped him by the balls, but he maintained control because kissing Summer was a treasure of delights. No joke—he could probably keep this up for hours, and he might have tested his theory if not for her desperate whimpers and questing fingers.
So completely lost in their passionate kissing, he jumped a mile when her small hand moved between them and gripped his erection. The sensation of her small, delicate hand wrapping around his hard shaft almost pushed him over the edge.
In a less than smooth way, he lurched backward and took her down with him. Water sloshed around them when his ass landed on the spa bench. The awkward re-positioning caught her off guard. She was pliable and cooperative when he pushed her knees open and brought her onto his lap in a suggestive straddle.
They made out frantically. She wiggled and did her utmost to capture his cock with her body, but he had a different scenario in mind.
But first, he intended to feast on her hard nipples. It wasn’t long at all before she quivered beautifully and clutched his head. Her desperate, mewling whispers and sighs demanded more.
“Up on your knees, baby,” he growled into her ear. “Straddle me and hold on.”
“Like this?” she asked breathlessly.
Arnie swept his hands up and down her sides and hips. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer.
“Hands on the deck,” he told her. “Knees wide. Eyes on me.”
Their faces were close when she placed both hands on the edge of the pool. Her tits swayed, and every now and then, her hips bucked slightly, begging for his attention.
It was time to turn on the filth controls and take his golden girl on an erotic thrill ride.
With a knowing smirk, he teased her mound with barely there touches, paid a compliment, and asked a question.
“You have a gorgeous pussy.”
Her eyes flared, and she bit her lip.
“Tell me what you want, Summer.”
His fingers brushed along the seam of her lips but didn’t go further. She groaned and slid her thighs wider. The invitation was clear, but he wanted her to beg and do it like a goddess slut.
“I want you,” she answered breathlessly.
Teasing her hard, hidden nub, he held her eyes and gave her a leering smile. “Want me how?”
The flare in her eyes burned brighter, and then her seductive blues turned smoky again. Her sly smile told him she knew what he wanted to hear. His heart thumped wildly when she didn’t hesitate to answer.
She leaned over. Their eyes were locked. She bit her bottom lip and grunted.
“I want your big, fat, beautiful cock inside me. Deep. Deeper than you’ve ever been.”
He grinned. “And then what?”
Her reaction to the question was a husky laugh. “And then you fuck me. Hard. No holding back because believe me, I can take whatever you’ve got.”
“You want it bad?” He laughed. “Cock-hungry, are you?”
“Only for you.”
The moment of honesty changed the dynamic. She might not understand what was happening yet, but he sure did. He couldn’t claim her soon enough. He needed her to be his in every way.
His with her lips crying his name in the throes of passion.
His with a wedding ring.
His with a baby in her belly.
For the first time in his entire life, he felt whole. Felt like the future had possibility. Like the past would no longer hold him back.
“Well,” he growled. “We can forego the begging this time, although I have to tell you that I find filthy words coming out of your sweet, innocent mouth to be fucking hot.”
She leaned her head back but held his eyes. “My mouth is not that