The Pool Boy
With a groan though, I pull her up, and she grins wickedly.
“Aww, too much for you?” she teases
I growl, my eyes flashing. “Nope, I just can’t wait another fuckins second to be back deep inside that pretty little pussy.”
She blushes, and her eyes spark. My hands grip her tight and I manhandle her on top of me, and she coos softly with her knees to either side of my muscled hips.
“You want more, huh?”
“Layla, I’ve wanted every bit of you since the second I saw you. So yeah, baby,” I groan, leaning up and sliding my hand into her hair. I crush my lips to hers, and she moans eagerly into me as I center my swollen head against her lips. She whimpers into my kiss, and I pull her down just enough to squeeze the head inside her tight cunt.
“Yeah,” I hiss. “Hell yeah, I want fucking more.”
I grab her ass and slide her down every goddamn inch of me. Layla moans wildly, and her little pussy ripples and clenches so damn tight around my shaft. She cups my jaw and kisses me deeply as she slides up and then drops back down. Her ass flexes in my hands, and my cock throbs so fucking hard inside of her.
She starts to ride me, just like I’ve dreamed of a million times. Her impossibly tight, silky little cunt slips up and down, up and down, squeezing the cum from my balls. My hand slides up into her hair, and I tug her head back enough to make her gasp and whimper. My teeth rake over her neck, and my lips leave marks, branding her as mine.
Layla starts to fucking ride my cock. She bounces up and down, and when she shoves my chest, I lay back with a snarl to watch this angel take control. Her hips roll, and her nails rake over my chest. My abs clench, my balls swell with cum, and I pound up into her. We’re racing for a fucking cliff’s edge, and there’s no brakes, and I can’t fucking wait to crash over the side with her.
Our bodies slam together, her pussy clenches so tight around me, and her head falls back in ecstasy. I bounce her up and down, thrusting deep into her before suddenly, a broken cry tumbles from her lips.
“Mason! Oh FUCK!”
“Come for me,” I snarl. “Let me feel this hot little cunt come all over my fucking cock, baby.”
She clenches, and suddenly, she’s exploding on top of me. The feel of her silky walls rippling up and down my length, and the feel of her sticky cum flooding my balls is too much. I roar, and my entire body clenches with the force of my orgasm. Cum pours out of my cock, flooding her little pussy until it drips out around where we join. I roll us, and I hiss as I just keep fucking her, pounding her into one more orgasm and making a goddamn mess of her cum-filled pussy.
We slow, and I gently pull out of her. I roll onto my back, my chest heaving, and I pull her into me. Layla’s half laughing, half panting for air, and she buries that gorgeous smile in my chest, kissing my skin.
“Fuck. Me,” she giggles.
“Again?”
She groans. “Jesus, I’ve creative a monster.”
“Yeah, but I’m your monster,” I chuckle.
She looks up at me, beaming. “All mine, huh? Lucky me. Except I think I’m going to have to start doing cardio to keep up with you.” She sighs. “You know, cause I’m old.”
“Oh, right, yeah. Ancient,” I tease with a grin.
She makes a face and flips me off, and I roar with laughter and pull her closer to kiss her pouting lips.
A pounding noise brings us jerking apart. I frown and sit up in the bed, and then I hear it again. This time, I look at Layla, and we both know what it is.
“Is that your front door?”
She nods, looking confused. “Yeah, but who the fuck is pounding on it?”
I slide out of her bed and walk to the window. I can’t see the front door, but I can get just enough of a glimpse to see a pair of men’s shoes and jeans. The guy pounds again, and then he steps back off the front porch to glare up at the house. He can’t see me, but I sure as fuck can see him.
It’s Jeremy, her fucking ex.
My lips curl in a snarl as the fucker cups his hands and starts yelling.
“Layla! Layla, you bitch! Open the fucking door!”
She gasps behind me.