The Pool Boy

He groans, and his hand slides slickly down over my ass and pushes between my legs. His thick fingers slide right between my lips, and I cry out in pure pleasure when he touches me. He rubs a finger in slow circles around my throbbing clit, and then I moan when I feel him push a thick finger easily into my slick pussy. He curls it deep inside, and when he starts to stroke my g-spot, and I cry out and moan loudly.

He sits up and starts to use both hands to rub my pussy. He teases my clit and pushes two thick fingers into me, and my eyes roll back in forbidden pleasure when his thumb brushes over my asshole.

“Oh fuck, Mason…” I groan.

His fingers toy with me, and I feel him press against me. I can feel something hot throb against the back of my leg, and I gasp when I realize it’s his cock—bare, hot, and right against my skin. He growls and slides up, keeping his fingers of one hand right where they are. The other hand grips my hip, and when he pushes against me, I moan as I feel that bare head of his cock against me. I gasp and glance back, and I moan when I see it. His cock is so hard that the head is poking out the leg of his swimsuit.

I drop my head back down to the towel, moaning as his fingers plunge in and out of my eager pussy and tease my clit. He groans and pushes his hips against me, and I gasp when I feel his cock throb against my ass.

“Fuck this,” he grunts. He stands, and I whimper when his hands pull away. But suddenly, I see his suit hit the patio, and I moan. Mason settles back over me, and this time, I can feel every single inch of his fat cock throbbing against my ass. His fingers push between my thighs, rubbing my clit, and he starts to rock his hips. I’m covered and dripping with warm suntan lotion, and his fat cock glides sensually over my skin. He pushes it between the cheeks of my ass, and I whimper as he pumps against me, stroking my clit.

His hand grips my hip, and he grunts as he glides his slippery cock over me. He pushes the head down between the valley of my ass, and my breath catches. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s so big, and that swollen head feels so, so fucking good. He teases it over my ass, and I whimper eagerly. He slips it lower, until that fat crown glides over my pussy lips, and I moan wildly.

“It’d be so easy,” he growls lowly. “I could just push right in, right here,” he hisses.

He drags his cock back up and rubs the head over my oiled ass until I’m trembling beneath him. He grunts and slips the head lower again, and I gasp as he centers it right against my opening. He adds the slightest pressure, and I whimper as I feel my slick lips part around him, kissing his swollen head. His fingers roll over my clit, and his hand tightens on my hip, and slowly, he pushes a little more.

“Oh fuck!” I gasp loudly as his fat cock head slips into me.

Mason groans, and I moan eagerly as he drizzles more hot lotion over my back. He rubs it up and down my skin, and his hips rock, slowly and shallowly giving me just his head in and out. His big hand glides over my ass, and his slippery thumb teases my tight little hole as he rocks his head into my pussy.

He pushes in a little more, and my eyes roll back. He’s so fucking big, but he’s going so slow, and I’m so fucking wet that I’m taking him. He grunts, and another inch pushes inside. I moan and arch my ass back, and even more of that thick young cock sinks into my eager pussy.

“Shit, Layla,” he hisses. “Fuck, baby, your little pussy is so fucking good.”

“You like it?” I purr, feeling wild and insane.

“I fucking love it,” he snarls. “You want more?”

“I want it all,” I gasp.

Mason chuckles darkly. “You sure?”

“I mean if it’s too much for—oh fuck!” I gasp as he thrusts into me, pauses, and then somehow sinks deeper into my tight little pussy. I can feel his muscled abs against my ass, and my jaw drops at the sheer size of him filling me.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” I gasp, mewling in pleasure I’ve never known before. I feel like I could come just from him being inside me, and we’re not even moving yet. His fingers tease my clit, and I gasp as he slowly begins to slide out. He rolls his hips, teasing me with just the head before he suddenly slides deep inside again, and I scream in pleasure.

“Fuck, Layla,” he grunts, thrusting into me harder as I moan eagerly. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Fuck, your pussy looks so fucking hot wrapped tight around my cock like this.”

I moan, clawing at the lounger as the pleasure roll through me. “You—oh shit, Mason, you’re so big.”

“Take that big cock, baby,” he hisses, sliding out and then pushing deep inside. “Take every inch of that big, fat cock.”

I start to lose. My. Fucking. Mind. He leans over me, and when his hand grips the back of my neck, I swear I’m about to come. His other hand grips my ass and hip, and then Mason starts to fuck me—and I do mean fuck the hell out of me. It’s primal, and savage—it’s like he’s been holding back for forever, and now, the brakes are off. And I’ve never once had sex anywhere close to as hot, and unbridled, and raw as this is.

I’m a rag doll for him, writhing in pure pleasure as he pins me to the lounger and fucks me hard. His muscles coil against me, and his hand comes down again and again to spank my ass. His other hand grips my neck, and he twists my head to crush his lips to mine. I moan eagerly into his kiss, our tongues swirling together passionately as he pounds my little pussy.

I explode, and the orgasm shatters through me. I reach back and cling to him, my nails digging into his thigh and urging him on as he just keeps thrusting. His heavy balls slap my clit, and his hand spanks my ass. His teeth rake down my neck, making me squeal in pleasure. And that huge, thick cock of his fucks me into a dripping, whimpering, blubbering, begging, orgasming puddle. I come again, and then again, and I’m sure I’m going to fucking pass out from pure overkill when I feel him throb and swell inside of me. He growls against my neck, and I can feel myself about to explode one more time.

“Come with me, Layla,” he groans. “Shit, baby, I’m going to fill this little pussy up with some much fucking cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, baby, and I want you to fucking come with me. Come with me, Layla. Let me feel that hot little cunt come one more time.”

He thrusts into me, utterly claiming me and dominating me, and it’s more than I can take. I cry out and let go, and I feel myself spasm around him as the climax explodes through my core. Mason roars and thrusts deep, and I feel his muscles clench and tighten as his cock begins to throb. Hot, pulsing ropes of his sticky cum blast into me, filling me up to the brim. He grunts and keeps thrusting, and I can feel his cum pouring out of me and making a puddle beneath us. He hisses and twists my head again to kiss me once more, and he slides his fat cock so deep inside, and just keeps it there pulsing out the last of his cum.

He slides himself free and strokes his slick cock, and my jaw drops when somehow even more cum pulses from his head to splatter down over my ass, my thighs, and my pussy. Finally, with a deep growl, he rolls off the chair and onto his ass on the patio right next to me. He turns to look at me, and I grin like a drunk idiot.

A cum-drunk, cock-drunk, fucked-silly mess.

“What. The. Fuck…” I mumble, grinning at him.