Crave Her Curves

Standing back up, I hold her hand, and she has no choice but to stop covering up her body.

“See, I don’t see a problem with the way you are. You’re stunning, Ava. Beautiful. You’ve got nothing to hide.”

She has nice, rounded thighs and stomach, and a curvy ass that I can’t wait to get my hands on, to spread those sexy curves so I can see her for myself. Just looking at her is enough to make my mouth water. I’d give anything to spread her out on the chaise lounge, and take her pussy, licking her all over, and hearing her scream my name.

All in good time.

My dick is starting to harden, and I’m not exactly wearing trunks that will hide the evidence of my arousal.

“Care to join me in a swim?”

“I’d love to.”

I turn my dick so she doesn’t see just how hard she makes me. I’ve got to give her time to get used to being close to me. I have to keep repeating those words in my mind, to remind myself not to rush this kind of pleasure. It’s going to be so good when I can finally sink balls deep inside her tight cunt.

The first time will be tight and she will experience pain, but after that, she’s going to be thrown into such nonstop pleasure she won’t be able to think.

Once we’re in the pool, I release her hand and begin to swim to the opposite side of the pool, allowing her some space.

As I watch her, she slowly does a couple of laps, going through the width of the pool, before taking the length. She’s a good swimmer, strong, confident. After she’s done a couple of laps, she comes to my side.

“I can’t believe you have a pool here,” she says.

I listened to every single word she’d said about how she wanted there to be a pool to swim. She hated going to the public bathrooms, and with how she’s affecting my dick, I wouldn’t want her going there either.

I’m not very good at sharing what I want.

Ava’s mine, plain and simple.

“You can enjoy it every time you come here.”

“Thank you.”

She’s silent for a long time until she finally lets go of the wall, and moves to float on her back. I watch her tits. Her thighs are pressed together so I don’t get the pleasure of watching her pussy.

Get it together. She’s yours now.

As per my agreement with her father, David cannot interfere or in any way manipulate Ava to his own needs. If he tries to destroy the relationship I’ve got with Ava, I’ll call in the debt, and he’ll be homeless and without any means of ever being able to have a comfortable life. In a way, he sold his daughter for comfort. I’m not going to complain.

She’s mine now, and I have no intention of ever returning her.

****

Ava

Did I make a fool of myself?

I’m so nervous.

Climbing out of the pool, I go in search of a towel to attempt to dry off. My skin is so warm, and my body doesn’t even feel like my own; it’s like I’m someone else, not part of this life.

I want him so much, and it scares me. He’s older than I am. Old enough to be my dad, but I don’t see him as a dad. I see him as a man, a man I want so desperately.

When I walk back out to the pool, my book is waiting for me. Mitch is doing laps in the pool, and I can’t help but watch him. I admire the sheer strength in his body as he commands the water. This is his domain, and I want him.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I take a deep breath, and quickly sit down, pressing my thighs together. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to have a guy like Mitch. I’ve heard the way some of the women from our neighborhood have spoken about him.

Even married women.

They want to bed him.

To fuck him.

To do every dirty, disgusting thing with him, and yes, I’m so jealous of them. They have a chance with him. Me? I don’t.

Staring at the same page of my book for nearly ten minutes, I have to hold in my frustration. Life is so unfair. I’ve never been the kind of girl to have a temper tantrum, but right now, it sounds like a pretty awesome idea. Would it be so bad to scream and shout and cuss?

I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s so unfair, and I pout.

“Bad book?”

I nearly jump out of my skin because he’s right there. His dick is so close to my face. Quickly avoiding looking at him directly, I force a smile to my lips.

“It’s okay.”

He chuckles. “I see the kind of books you like. Do you want me to?”