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Game over.

“Fuck, yeah,” I whisper as I start unbuttoning my shirt.

She slides her panties down her legs and steps out of them seductively.

“I’m going for a swim. Well behaved, boring boys aren’t allowed in the pool.”

I smirk as I rip my shirt over my shoulders and throw it onto the ground. I jump on one foot as I take off one shoe, and then the other, tearing my pants down.

She wants a bad boy? She’s going to fucking get it.

She laughs and dives into the pool and I dive in after her. I pin her aggressively up against the wall and kiss her violently.

Her legs wrap around my waist. My hands are on her behind and I rub her up and down over my hard cock. God, she’s so fucking hot and tight.

The heat she is omitting is burning me alive.

“Give it to me,” she pleads. “Give me the crazy I need.”

I put my hands over the back of her shoulders for leverage and drive home in one hard pump. Her head falls back and she cries out in both pleasure and pain.

“Ahh,” She whimpers.

I grab a handful of her hair and drag her head back so that her eyes meet mine. With one hand on her shoulder slamming her down onto my cock and a handful of her hair in the other, I’m going out of my brain.

So good.

So fucking good.

I grab her legs and bring them over my shoulders and hold her in a vice-like grip.

Tearing her up and down as she groans in pleasure, I watch her eyes close as she deals with the pleasure.

This is when she is at her best, when she is helpless.

Owned.

Owned by me.

When I have her in a grip and I can fuck her as hard as I want.

And fuck… do I want it hard.

With her back against the tiled pool wall and her two legs over my shoulders I have complete control, and I drive home hard with piston pace.

I feel her insides quiver and I know she’s close. I go harder, deeper, and she throws her head back and screams out loud as she comes in a rush, which sets me off, my cry matching hers.

I keep lifting her to empty myself completely. I don’t want it to end. I want more.

So much more.

Our violent kiss turns gentle and loving and she cups my face in her two hands. Our cheeks rest against one another and she smiles softly against my face.

We both pant as we try to catch our breath and she giggles into my shoulder and waves up at the wall.

I frown. “What are you doing?”

She laughs out loud. “Wave to the camera.”