His cock sprang free, thick and long and already glistening at the tip.
My brain short-circuited.
He was bigger than any of the boys I’d fooled around with.
Way bigger.
And the way he wrapped his hand around the base and gave one slow stroke while he stepped into the pool—Jesus.
The water rose up his powerful thighs, over his hips, and he kept coming.
Straight toward me.
Water sluicing down his chest, his abs, the V-lines that pointed straight to that gorgeous cock.
I was breathing so fast I was almost panting.
“Mr.
Daniels… we shouldn’t—”
He reached me in three long strides.
One big hand slid under the water and closed around my waist, pulling me against him so my bare breasts pressed to his chest.
His cock nudged hot and heavy against my stomach.
“Call me Daddy,” he growled against my ear, voice so low it vibrated through my bones.
“And don’t you dare stop what you were doing when I walked in.”
My whole body shuddered.
I was gone.
Completely, helplessly gone.
“Yes… Daddy.”
The words left my mouth before my brain could catch up, soft and breathy and dripping with the same need that was pulsing between my legs.
The second I said it, something shifted in his eyes—dark, hungry, possessive.
His grip on my waist tightened, fingers digging into my wet skin just hard enough to make me gasp.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
His free hand came up to cup the back of my neck, holding me steady while his mouth hovered inches from mine.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
Water lapped around us as he pulled me closer, until there was nothing between us but the slick heat of skin on skin.
His cock pressed insistently against my belly, thick and heavy, the head nudging just below my navel.
It made my thighs tremble even though the water was holding me up.
He didn’t kiss me.
Not yet.
Instead, he just looked at me—really looked—his gaze dragging over my flushed face, my parted lips, the way my breasts were squished against his chest, nipples aching from the friction.
Then lower, where the water made everything hazy and intimate.
“Keep touching yourself,” he ordered quietly.
“Show Daddy what you were doing when I caught you.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but I didn’t hesitate.
My hand, still between my thighs, started moving again—slow circles over my swollen clit.
A soft moan slipped out before I could stop it.
The combination of the cool water and my own fingers, plus the way he was watching me so intently, made everything feel ten times more intense.
Mr.
Daniels—Daddy—groaned low in his throat.
“Fuck, look at you.
So pretty playing with that little pussy in my pool.
You do this a lot when you’re over here, baby girl?
Sneak into the backyard and finger yourself thinking about me?”
I nodded before I could think better of it, hips rocking subtly against my hand.
“Y-yes… sometimes.”
His thumb stroked along my jaw, tilting my face up so I had to meet his eyes.
“Naughty little thing.
And what do you imagine when you’re touching yourself?
Do you think about Daddy bending you over and fucking you raw?
Or do you picture yourself on your knees, choking on this cock while I call you my good girl?”
Every filthy word sent another jolt straight to my core.
My fingers moved faster, slipping through my folds, dipping just inside my entrance before circling my clit again.
I was so wet that even in the pool I could feel how slick I was.
“Both,” I whispered, voice breaking on a whimper.
“I think about both… Daddy.”
A low, satisfied sound rumbled from his chest. This story is hosted at g.com.
He finally leaned in and kissed me—slow at first, almost teasing, his lips firm and commanding against mine.
Then deeper, tongue sliding in to claim my mouth while his hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, squeezing possessively.
I moaned into the kiss, melting against him, my free hand coming up to clutch at his shoulder.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing harder.
His forehead rested against mine for a second.
“Out of the pool,” he said.
“Now.”
He didn’t wait for me to obey on my own.
One arm banded around my waist and he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me through the water toward the shallow end.
My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, and his cock nestled right against my pussy—hot, thick, sliding between my folds without entering me.
Every step he took rubbed the head of his dick over my clit, making me whimper and grind against him like I couldn’t help it.
By the time we reached the steps, I was trembling.
He set me on my feet on the cool tile, water streaming down both our bodies.
The night air felt cooler now against my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten even more.
I stood there naked and dripping, suddenly shy again under the full glow of the pool lights while he looked his fill.
“Turn around,” he told me, voice rough.
“Hands on the lounge chair.”
There were several wide, cushioned lounge chairs arranged near the edge of the pool.
The closest one was angled perfectly, like it had been waiting for this.
My heart raced as I obeyed, turning and placing my palms flat on the thick cushion.
I bent slightly at the waist, ass pushed out toward him, legs parted just enough to feel the air kiss my exposed pussy.
Behind me, I heard him step out of the pool completely, water splashing softly.
Then his hands were on me—big, warm, calloused from years of whatever rich men did to stay in shape.
He ran them up the backs of my thighs, over my ass, spreading me open so he could see everything.
“Jesus Christ, Emma,” he breathed.
“Look at this perfect little cunt.
So pink and wet for Daddy already.
You’ve been dripping for me since I walked out here, haven’t you?”