Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Don’t stop, Daddy.”
A slow grin spreads across his ruggedly handsome face, and I watch over my shoulder as he grips my hips and starts to move within me. Every stroke of his cock touches off explosions of sensation inside of me and I cry out, calling his name. I grip the edge of the pool so hard, I feel like I’m going to break the concrete.
Myles moves slowly at first, his strokes long and deliberate. But he grunts and I feel his cock swell and he starts to speed up.
“You’re so bloody tight, baby girl,” he mutters.
“Just for you, Daddy,” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”
My words seem to inspire him as he pounds me harder from behind. Reaching behind me, I take his hand and move it up to my throat. He grips it nice and tight as he fucks me. I throw my head back, gasping in pleasure as the pressure of his hand on my throat blends with his cock sliding so deep into my sex.
He leans forward, the feel of his lips brushing my ear making me shiver. “You feel so bloody good, baby girl,” he moans. “I’ve been thinking about being inside of you all fucking night.”
I turn my head and give him a devilish smile. “I’ve been thinking about having you inside of me for a lot longer than that, Daddy.”
Myles grabs me roughly and spins me around, picking me up and pinning me against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist as he slips his cock back into my eager pussy. He presses his mouth to mine, his kiss so intense and deep, I feel weightless. He rolls his hips, thrusting himself into me harder and faster. Racked by a slight pinch of pain that highlights the pleasure coursing through me, I dig my nails into his shoulders. Myles hisses but smiles.
“Yes, baby girl. Just like that.”
I grip his shoulders harder as the veins in the side of his neck stand out. He pounds me hard, the water from the pool splashing all around us. The pressure inside of me builds and I can’t hold back any longer. Throwing my head back I cry out.
“I’m coming, Daddy,” I gasp. “I’m coming for you. Don’t stop fucking me.”
He moans as his dick swells inside of me and he presses me harder against the wall. But he keeps pumping into me, prolonging the pleasure as I shake and writhe against him, my orgasm making me dizzy. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. Getting myself off has never felt half this good and I don’t want the sensation to stop.
But Myles grunts. “Fuck,” he says, his voice quivering. “I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, Dadddy,” I whisper in his ear. “Fill me up with your come. I want to feel it.”
Myles groans as his rod twitches and then he explodes. I feel him throbbing within me as he shoots his thick, milky seed deep inside of me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I cling to him, moaning his name softly. Every nerve ending on my body feels like it’s on fire and my pussy pulses around him, in time with his throbbing, milking every last drop of him into me.
It feels like it goes on forever but it’s still not long enough when I feel him soften and that golden glow begin to ebb. He stares into my eyes, a crooked smile on his lips.
“That was bloody amazing,” he whispers then kisses me.
“Better than I ever dreamed of,” I reply and mean it.
6
MYLES
What the fuck did I just do? What the fuck did we just do? I fucked my best friend’s daughter. That’s just wrong on so many fucking levels. I pace my room, my hand pressed to my forehead, my mind spinning wildly.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
After our little tryst in the pool, the regrets immediately began to set in and I excused myself to shower. I’d hoped a soak in water hot enough to melt my skin off my bones would ease my conscience. She came on to me. She wanted it. She started it.
“You sound like a fucking child with your bloody excuses,” I mutter to myself. “You’re the bloody adult here. You let it happen. And you let it happen because you wanted it to happen.”
I pace the length of my room—back and forth, back and forth I go. Guilt is a heavy weight pressing down on me. If Howie ever found out I fucked Maeve, it would be the end of our friendship. He’s my oldest and closest friend. How in the fuck did I let this happen?
“Fuck!”
My throat is dry, so I slip out of my room, moving on quiet feet down the hall and dash to the kitchen, fully intending to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator then barricade myself in my room until Howie comes home. And what then? Do I confess what happened? If he finds out any other way, the man might actually murder me. Of course, if I tell him myself, he might murder me anyway.