Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Hmm. What did he do to our little Ruby?” Without warning, I heft her higher, bringing her perky little breasts on level with my mouth, the water splashing around us. I let myself enjoy their bounce for a moment, my balls throbbing over the barely there bathing suit top, how her hot tits are one good thrust from popping free of their scant coverings. Need to see them. Touch them. Using my teeth, I drag aside the silver triangles, one then the other, beginning to circle her pointed nipples with my tongue, groaning over the supple texture of her. “Did he take off your bra and suck on your tits?”
“N-no.”
“Tell me what you did with him, Ruby,” I beg, crossing to her other nipple. Taking as much of her breast in my mouth as I can, suctioning, wanting to fucking maul her.
“We…we parked for a while and I sat on his lap,” she says, breathing hard.
“Were you facing him?”
“Uh-huh.”
A sound stutters out of him. “I bet that made him hard, didn’t it? Our fantasy girl sitting on his dick, kissing him in her innocent pleated skirt.”
A breathy moan escapes her. “Y-yes, he was hard.”
“Did you like making him hard?”
An audible swallow. “Yes.”
I drop my right hand to the surface of the water where it laps against her hips, dragging my knuckle down the silver string of her bikini. “What about you, angel? Was your pussy wet and eager for a ride?”
She nods, her tits rising and falling faster.
“Did you want him to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“But he didn’t.”
“No.”
“What did he do?” I trace my knuckle down to her slit and work the soft flesh open, rubbing the silver string on top of her clit, her body beginning to tremble against mine. “He had some fun with this tight, waxed cunt, didn’t he? Even if he didn’t fuck it.”
She can barely answer, she’s breathing so hard. “Yes.”
“Did he finger you, Ruby?” I yank aside the bikini string, pressing my knuckle to her entrance and twisting. “Did he stuff his wedding band up this single girl pussy?”
That part of her constricts, her back arching, as if involuntary. “C-Cameron…”
Dear God, I didn’t expect this to get her off, too, but it is. She’s almost hyperventilating, she’s so turned on by my sensual interrogation. Her incredible body, slick with pool water and moonlight, twists in front of me, her nipples erect, red from being sucked, and every time I rotate my knuckle, it brings her closer to the edge. There’s nothing but Ruby. She’s taking up my entire world, just like I always dreamed she would.
But there’s a movement past her shoulder, inside the house.
On the other side of the sliding glass door.
Dean takes an irritated swig from a beer bottle, watching me suckle her delicious nipples, my fingers between her splayed thighs. Rubbing. Teasing.
He’s pacing. Pissed off.
This is no longer about him, though. It’s about me and Ruby.
How her restless movements communicate to me that she needs filling up—and goddamn, I need that, too. My balls are heavy with unspent come, my thoughts and my breathing ragged. Listening to details about Ruby and Dean’s date might have stoked my fire to an inferno, but visions of her beneath me—and me, only—dominate my brain now. And with that desperate throb between my thighs, I drag her out of the pool, carrying her a few yards and throwing her down onto one of the lounge chairs, my fingers fumbling with the ties of my board shorts.
“Spread your legs if you want it.” She drops her knees, the silver string pulled tight across that pink slit—Christ—and I shove down my wet trunks with a shudder, cock in hand. Jacking, jacking, as her eyes widen over the length of me. “I’d tell you I’ll be gentle, but I’d be lying. I’m about to break this motherfucking chair railing you, angel.”
I plant my knees on the lounge chair, my balls already verging on eruption just knowing I’m allowed to bang this beauty with no condom. The tip of my cock has barely touched down in her wetness when Dean speaks up behind me.
“Stop. Now.”
“Fuck off, Dean.”
“She’s still a virgin.”
“You’re lying.” I’m two seconds from getting up and swinging on this bastard for interrupting us. With a lie, nonetheless. “You just want inside of her first.”
“Tell him, Ruby.”
Her knees cinch together and she sits up, chewing her lip. “I…I am. I haven’t been with anyone like this.” She crosses an arm over her tits. “I guess I j-just got carried away.”
“Fuck,” I exhale shakily, in pure disbelief, my body still on fire. “How?”
“I asked her the same question,” Dean says, dryly. “I had to stop you, man. You were about to fuck her silly.”
“I’m still about to,” I wince, wrapping a fist around my cock, no idea how the hell I’m going to come down from this sexual high without Ruby beneath me. She’s the only thing that’s going to satisfy me. Maybe she has always been that—my only outlet for satisfaction. And I never got to have her. I need her now. “I’ll try and go slow,” I force out through the pain, reaching for Ruby’s ankle and pulling her down into a prone position, prowling on top of her, those big, blue eyes blinking up at me. Nervous but excited.