Shit. I’m doing this.
Me: Five minutes.
Drew: I’m in the pool house.
Five minutes. What was I thinking? What the fuck am I going to do with my truck? With all the energy surging in my veins, I could run to her house, but the semi in my pants makes it difficult. Instead, I drive quickly and park around the corner in what I hope is a discreet location.
Dagwood made me pretty sure the entire town will be whispering about us tomorrow, but it won’t stop me. I’m too focused to worry about small minds.
The back door to the cottage behind the pool is unlocked. It’s dim-lit as I pick my way through it. It’s not a big place, and a small lamp sitting on an end table seems bright in the darkness.
“Drew?” My voice is quiet. My eyes strain for her.
Her soft voice tightens my stomach. “I think that was more than five minutes.”
“Where are you?”
“Behind the sofa.”
I walk around to where the shadows are longer. The light doesn’t quite reach this part of the room. There, in front of the windows facing the pool, I see her in silhouette. It stops me in my tracks.
The ripples on the water create wavy lights in the blackness, but I can see her, sitting in profile on what looks like a fluffy white palette on the floor. Her back is arched and the lace bra she’s wearing pushes her perfect breasts into swells that catch the light.
I can just see the tops of her dark areolas teasing me from inside the cups, and my dick hardens to a steel rod in my pants.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.
“You like what you see?” It’s a sexy purr.
“Very much.”
She pushes a lock of her long hair over her shoulder. She lifts her chin, and traces a finger down to her bra strap helping it to fall off her smooth shoulder.
“Will you help me?” With a sigh, she dives forward on the blankets, arching her back, so the light from outside casts her round ass in silver.
My shirt is over my head in a blink, and I’m unfastening my jeans, heeling off my boots, and shoving them down fast. Her eyes are fixed on my cock, and when it springs free, they widen. Her lips curl into a hungry smile. Fuck me.
I reach down and grasp my shaft, giving it a stroke. It’s already weeping for her, but I give it a little wag. I can tease, too.
“What do you want, princess?”
She pulls her full bottom lip between her teeth and pushes up on her elbows. “I want you to take me hard.”
“You want it hard?” I walk slowly to where she’s lying, back arched, her beautiful breasts in full view.
My cock aches. I can’t get any harder until she blows my mind.
Her voice is a velvet whisper. “I want your thick, fat, cock slamming into my soft, warm cunt over and over until I beg for more.”
With that, I kneel behind her, catching her by the hips. “Get ready.”
I slide my tip along the seam of her pussy, and she whimpers a yes.
“You’re dripping.” My voice is strained. I can’t wait another breath.
She pushes up to meet me, and with one hard thrust, I sink, balls deep into her core.
“Fuck…” I groan, my voice broken.