Property of Pops

9

Coco

Iwatch Walt’s thick, tattooed arms and back streak through the water, his lead over the three younger men almost embarrassing. If I were them, I would go straight past the buoy and keep swimming. They’ve barely left shore and he’s already touched it, begun his return to the beach. And the closer he gets to me, the more intensely my womb begins to tingle and throb. I’m breathing hard, my fingers itching to play with my nipples. I’m going to burst into flames right here on this Hamptons beach, aren’t I?

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely setting up Granddad Walt with Mrs. Linden,” Wanda says beside me with a laugh. “That should earn me an easy A.”

Jealousy pours into me like fire.

I’ve never been angry with Wanda. Not once during our entire friendship. But right now, I would like to pull her hair as hard as I can. “Are you sure she’s his t-type?”

“I mean…yeah. Look at him kicking the asses of three younger men. He’s honorable. Successful. Good looking. What’s not to like?”

I desperately search for an answer. Anything to stop Wanda from trying to hook up our professor with the man of my dreams, but I can’t locate a single flaw. That’s how I know I’m in love with him. I’m blinded by the euphoria of the feeling. I’m down so bad, it’s painful. With a mounting sense of dread, I watch Walt return to shore at a fast clip. I can feel several men looking at me on the beach, my butt specifically, and I no longer feel safe and secure without Walt nearby. Maybe I’ve never felt safe without him.

He's almost to shore now, his pace never slowing. I try to school my features to not appear so affected when he climbs out of the water like a secret agent, the Atlantic Ocean sluicing down his wall of muscle—and wait…he’s coming toward me.

Like, straight toward me.

I have no time to prepare before he stoops down, tosses me over his shoulder and continues to stride right off the beach. My breath freezes in my lungs, but every inch of my body blazes hot. I have a perfect view of everyone on the beach and they are all watching this scene play out with undiluted shock, including Wanda and her father. “Walt?” I stammer. “Wh-what are you doing?”

He slaps my ass hard, making me gasp. “You’ll call me Daddy from now on.” He grips that same butt cheek hard, squeezing until I cry out. “Is that clear?”

Wetness like I’ve never experienced before rushes to my core. “Yes, Daddy.”

* * *

We’re onlyin Walt’s room for a split second before I’m thrown up against the door with my thighs wrapped around his waist. “What do you want to learn first, baby? How to fuck or how to behave now that you’re mine?”

I begin to shake uncontrollably. The ocean is cold but the swim had no effect on his size. His arousal is monstrous and thick and pressing hungrily against the pink nylon strip between my legs. I’m so overcome by the suddenness of Walt’s public claiming, I can barely form words. “Um. Um.” I’m hot and dizzy, brain in a lusty fog. “Wait…I’m yours. They all saw…”

“Yeah, that’s right. They all know. If that bothers you, maybe you should have left on your shorts.” He turns my head to the left and licks up the side of my neck, all the way to my ear. “They know I’m turning you into a woman right now. They might think it’s wrong, they might judge me for fucking someone who wasn’t even born yet when I turned forty, but staying away from you is a lot more wrong. It’s torture. So what’s it going to be?”

I’m rubbing against him without shame, my thighs vibrating with excitement. He’s everything I ever secretly wanted. This is everything I secretly needed. “B-behave,” I stutter breathlessly. “Teach me to behave.”

“Done.” He rams his hardness up between my legs roughly, making me scream behind clenched teeth. “Starting now, this is time out. When you’re bad, you sit on my lap without moving until your punishment time is over. My cock will be in deep and I don’t care if your pussy is dripping onto the floor and tears are running down your cheeks, you will sit still until time is up. That should stop you from misbehaving fast, huh? Like wearing a bathing suit with no back on it so everyone can see and comment on what belongs to me.” He thrusts me up against the door again, hard enough to rattle the hinges. “This is my fucking property now, Coco. Understand?”

“Yes,” I gasp through my teeth. “I kept it for you. I waited for you.”

“That’s right. Now I own it.” He pulls me off the door and walks us to the bed, laying me back on the mattress and pressing his weight down on top of me, the sensation of being conquered making me breathe harder, faster. “No punk-ass kids for my girl. They might beat off while daydreaming about being in all this virgin silk, but I’m the only one who licks, fucks and unloads in it. You will never know another cock but mine. Is that clear, Coco?”

I’m overcome by a wave of fulfilled yearning that brings tears to my eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”

He nods, grunts, possessiveness in every line of his face. Then he reaches down and yanks aside the strip of pink fabric between my legs, leans down and bites my nipples gently through the front of my bathing suit. “I’d rip this fucking thing down the middle, but I’m going to make you wear it when we get home. You’re going to prance around in it until I’m hard as nails, then you’re going to blow me.”

My thighs jerk in anticipation of everything to come. If he’s talking about the future, home, me belonging to him…this is the real deal, right? He wouldn’t just say these things if he didn’t mean them. “You own my mouth, my heart, I’ll do whatever you want…” I’m so awed and happy, my words are almost faint. “Anything.”

That vow brings about a look in his eyes I haven’t seen before. It’s adoration. And wow, I didn’t know I was craving that depth of affection from him. It’s not simply about lust and an exchange of power. It’s so much more.

He licks my right nipple through the nylon, laving me there until my bathing suit is damp.

“Every morning at breakfast, you’re going to sit on my lap and tell me what I can do to make you happy. What chore I can take off your plate.” His tongue travels across to the other nipple and he licks it once, bites gently. “I’m convinced the universe knew you were coming. I’m convinced I retired just in time to meet you. Make you my full-time job.” His open mouth skims down my body, his hand tugging my suit further sideways, his tongue wiggling between my slit, dropping my thighs open automatically, my hands fisting the comforter on a cry. “I’ll never retire from this, angel baby.”

And then the world starts to spin. His mouth is warm, wet. Sometimes his lips are stiff and others, they’re soft, gentle. He seems to know exactly what my sex needs, craves, a split second before I do—and he gives it to me. Targeting my clit while he rubs the pad of his thumb against my opening, muttering thickly about how small I am. How I was sent to earth to absorb his sperm. How he’s going to fuck me in ways I’ve never heard of.

By the time my orgasm crests, my nails are buried in his brawny shoulders, my vision tripled, jumbled promises falling from my lips.

“These last two days, I promised myself I wouldn’t burst your cherry with my tongue or a couple of fingers.” He plunges his tongue inside me, scooping a hand beneath my bottom to grind me up while he bears down, his tongue traveling so deep, I tumble headlong into a bone-rattling climax. “Well fuck that. No way I’m leaving it for anyone else. Don’t give a shit if I’m old enough to be your grandfather. The seal is mine to break.”