Page 6 of Daddy's Little 1

I move quickly, saving her from doing the splits, but her momentum sends us both tumbling into the pool.

She comes up spluttering, her hair plastered to her face, my hand still on her bare waist. Then she snorts adorably and bursts out laughing.

God. So. Fucking. Cute.

“I’m sorry,” she says in between the titters. “I can't. Help it.” She grabs her belly as she laughs, and her breast brushes my arm. The heat between us grows, and her laughter stops abruptly.

I let go of her like I’ve been burned but don’t stop looking at her when I tell her, “Nothing to be sorry for.”

She looks down, cheeks flushed as I press play on the movie. Needless to say, the tension is palpable as we watch the movie together.

Two people stiff as a board in the pool. How stupid. It’s not until the last thirty minutes that we find our groove again.

Brenna breaks the silence, splashing me. “You’re such a grump! Do you hate chick flicks that much?”

“Not all of them.” I shrug, waving my arm across the water to make an entire wave that hits her in the side of the head.

She glares at me. “Oh, it’s on!”

And we stay like that, me escaping her touch at every turn until the credits play, and we’re nothing but prunes.

It’s nearly ten when we leave the pool, and I head for the shower. Ineeda shower.

I slide my swim shorts off and let them fall on the floor. I don’t even bother closing the door. I’m playing a dangerous game, but if she sees me, it’s because she wants to. Because she comes into my bedroom and peeks around the corner.

I shut the shower door and slam the cold water on, letting it soothe my burning skin. Skin that came in contact with her supple curves.

I pour soap into my hand, the kind that women claim makes you smell like a man. I have to cover up her sweet scent. Could be my addled brain from her presence, but I swear it’s all over me.

I scrub my body twice and lean against the wall behind the shower head, turning the water hot and letting it loosen my muscles. But as they loosen, I remember my hands on her body, wrapped around her waist. Her heat. How she posed with her rounded arse cheeks exposed on either side of that tantalizing pink thong.

It was like she was trying to drive me mad.

But was she?

She was nervous around me as a young teen, but I thought that was her age. The awkwardness of it all.

If she’s trying to flirt with me now, trying to seduce me, it’s going to be the hardest battle I’ve ever fought with myself not to give her what she wants.

I close my eyes, but all I see is her. That damn bikini. Her pink party dress saturated in champagne and clinging to her tits. Her nipples hard points, begging for my mouth.

As the hot water hits my shoulders, I think of her. Steam fills the bathroom, but her beautiful face remains imprinted in the back of my mind. I press my hands against the tiles, breathing deeper, but it’s useless. My body yearns for her in a way I can’t quite comprehend.

My breath quickens as I picture her on her knees before me, ready to take my cock in her mouth, and a thrill courses through my veins. I must be goddamn crazy, but I’m helpless to stop the forbidden images spilling through my mind.

It wouldn’t have taken much to rip that flimsy bikini off her in the pool, leaving nothing but bare skin between us and nobody to tell us it was wrong. Pinning her against the pool wall and bouncing her up and down on my cock. Claiming her with my seed right there.

Has she done that with someone else? If she has, I’ll be her last.

Wrapping my hand around my stiff cock, I move it up and down, slow at first, warming myself up at the thought of Brenna’s mouth sucking the tip. I grunt and slap the slick wall with my free hand as I stroke harder.

My balls tighten as I immerse myself in my intoxicating hallucination.

“Oh, Roman,” Brenna moans.

I grasp her hips as I slide inside her tight cunt. We move together in perfect unison, each thrust pushing me deeper until my release bubbles in my bollocks. She gasps and grinds against me, my sac slapping her sweet arse as I pound into her. The heat between us intensifies until it’s almost too much to bear.

“Just like that, Daddy! Fuck me hard,” she mewls, digging her fingernails into my shoulders.