Watching as she tested his appraisal by inspecting her breasts was danger-zone hot.
He slid forward on the spa bench, spread his legs, and pulled her hips until she was almost between his thighs. The warm churning water made his cock dance. It was an amazing feeling.
Just to fuck with her, he kept a serious expression and spoke as if he was a tittie technician offering an analysis.
Grasping, he squeezed slightly and then cupped one beautiful globe. “See? This one is bottom-heavy.”
Her outraged squawk made his dancing cock do the tango. Having a blast, he continued by critiquing the other one.
“Now this one,” he told her, “has amazing symmetry. Fits perfectly in my hand.” He fondled, squeezed, tweaked, and massaged while performing the mock examination.
Summer, however, was outraged. She stopped him with a raised hand and stepped back in the water to put some distance between them. He found her reaction amusing. Nudity didn’t seem to bother her, but his snarky appraisal of her boobs touched a nerve.
Arnie assumed she’d call him out for being a pig. He felt his critique performance would end with a custom opportunity to gallantly sweep the golden girl off her innocent feet.
But as he sat straighter and enjoyed the show, she lit into him and made him realize how wrong he was.
Summer on an outraged tear was something to behold—and remember.
“I will have you know that there is not a goddamn thing wonky about my boobs.” Her affronted snort was accompanied by narrowing eyes and a fierce scowl. “And I know this for a fact because I spent two hundred bucks to have them professionally evaluated and measured.”
His eyes widened. What? He started to ask for clarification, but the outraged female he’d been seducing wasn’t having it.
Cupping her bountiful boobage, she spat a reply that more or less answered all his questions.
“They match. Not only that but the line of my nipples is also exactly level. Anyone bigger than an A cup needs professional measuring. I’ve always struggled with bras—either too tight or not enough support—so I used the services of a bra mistress. An expert in matching boobs with the right bra.”
He blinked. “A what? A bra mistress? Are you for real?”
“Yes, it’s for real,” she snarled. “And it’s not bullshit. There are precise measurements and a sophisticated computer program producing a 3D image. Boobs change, considering where a woman is in her cycle, but for the most part, boobs are like feet. You measure your feet before buying shoes, so the same would be true for a bra. Tight shoes hurt. Loose shoes are annoying.”
With a better picture of what the hell she was going on about, he relaxed and tried to grab her hips. She yelped and pushed his hands away.
“No way, blondie.” Her eyes were fiery. “You apologize to the girls.” She slapped her hands at her waist, pulled her shoulders back, and stood before him with a proud expression and her stupendous tits on full display.
Placing a hand over his heart, Arnie snicker-coughed, earned a scowl, and then grew serious.
“My apologies to your, um, girls. They are magnificent, and I’m grateful to you for letting me play with them.”
A smile quivered at the corners of her mouth, but she maintained her posture and proud bearing.
“With you standing straight, I see how wrong I was,” he offered with a bit of amused laughter. Putting his thumbs together and fingers straight like a cameraman finding the perfect shot, he ogled her without shame and grinned. “Forgiven?” he asked.
“Okay.” Summer giggled.
“I just have one question.”
She arched a brow. “And that would be what?”
“This titty expert you speak of. What are the qualifications, and do you know if they’re hiring?”
For a handful of seconds, she gawked at him in confusion and disbelief. Then a wave came straight at his startled face as she sent a deluge of water his way with a sweeping hand movement.
Sputtering from surprise and a face full of water, he started to return the watery attack, but she jumped on him and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t you do it.” She laughed. “If you get my hair wet, I’m out.”
There were already tendrils of wet hair stuck to her neck. Making out like lusty savages created a lot of splashing. But he knew she was serious about ending up with a soaked head.
“Unfair advantage,” he drawled in a half snarl. “Flag on the play. I call a penalty?”
“Penalty?” She scoffed. “You’re making that up.”
“So?” He grinned.
She shrugged. “Okay.”
Before she had time to make another sound, he stood in the churning water, reached out, put a hand on the naked nymph’s neck, and pulled her against him with an arm around her waist.
He kissed her with rising urgency. She squirmed in his embrace and gave in to his oral demands. Carnal urgency gripped him by the balls, but he maintained control because kissing Summer was a treasure of delights. No joke—he could probably keep this up for hours, and he might have tested his theory if not for her desperate whimpers and questing fingers.
So completely lost in their passionate kissing, he jumped a mile when her small hand moved between them and gripped his erection. The sensation of her small, delicate hand wrapping around his hard shaft almost pushed him over the edge.
In a less than smooth way, he lurched backward and took her down with him. Water sloshed around them when his ass landed on the spa bench. The awkward re-positioning caught her off guard. She was pliable and cooperative when he pushed her knees open and brought her onto his lap in a suggestive straddle.
They made out frantically. She wiggled and did her utmost to capture his cock with her body, but he had a different scenario in mind.
But first, he intended to feast on her hard nipples. It wasn’t long at all before she quivered beautifully and clutched his head. Her desperate, mewling whispers and sighs demanded more.
“Up on your knees, baby,” he growled into her ear. “Straddle me and hold on.”
“Like this?” she asked breathlessly.
Arnie swept his hands up and down her sides and hips. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer.
“Hands on the deck,” he told her. “Knees wide. Eyes on me.”
Their faces were close when she placed both hands on the edge of the pool. Her tits swayed, and every now and then, her hips bucked slightly, begging for his attention.
It was time to turn on the filth controls and take his golden girl on an erotic thrill ride.
With a knowing smirk, he teased her mound with barely there touches, paid a compliment, and asked a question.
“You have a gorgeous pussy.”
Her eyes flared, and she bit her lip.
“Tell me what you want, Summer.”
His fingers brushed along the seam of her lips but didn’t go further. She groaned and slid her thighs wider. The invitation was clear, but he wanted her to beg and do it like a goddess slut.
“I want you,” she answered breathlessly.
Teasing her hard, hidden nub, he held her eyes and gave her a leering smile. “Want me how?”
The flare in her eyes burned brighter, and then her seductive blues turned smoky again. Her sly smile told him she knew what he wanted to hear. His heart thumped wildly when she didn’t hesitate to answer.
She leaned over. Their eyes were locked. She bit her bottom lip and grunted.
“I want your big, fat, beautiful cock inside me. Deep. Deeper than you’ve ever been.”
He grinned. “And then what?”
Her reaction to the question was a husky laugh. “And then you fuck me. Hard. No holding back because believe me, I can take whatever you’ve got.”
“You want it bad?” He laughed. “Cock-hungry, are you?”
“Only for you.”
The moment of honesty changed the dynamic. She might not understand what was happening yet, but he sure did. He couldn’t claim her soon enough. H
e needed her to be his in every way.
His with her lips crying his name in the throes of passion.
His with a wedding ring.
His with a baby in her belly.
For the first time in his entire life, he felt whole. Felt like the future had possibility. Like the past would no longer hold him back.
“Well,” he growled. “We can forego the begging this time, although I have to tell you that I find filthy words coming out of your sweet, innocent mouth to be fucking hot.”
She leaned her head back but held his eyes. “My mouth is not that innocent.” She chuckled.
He laughed. “Yeah. I remember. The Blessed Order of Saint Shutthefuckup.”
Her reaction was deliciously droll. The halo around her head twinkled like it was giggling.
“Exactly, and ten points to Ravenclaw for the correct reference.”
He gasped. “You think I’m a Ravenclaw?”
“Intelligence, creativity, and wit. Yes. You’re Ravenclaw.”
She knew her Potter trivia. “And which house are you?”
“Hufflepuff. Our traits are hard work, patience, and loyalty. Our element is earth.”
Without a doubt, this was the strangest exchange at the weirdest of times. Leave it to sexy Summer to steer them back to the matter at hand.
“My mouth is exempt from categories. Sort of like your cock.”
He laughed so hard his body shook.
“But when it comes to dirty, sexy talk, this is all new so …” She shrugged and giggled. “Would this be a good time to admit I like it? When it gets dirty, your eyes sparkle, and well, the damn sparkle makes me wet.”
Thank you to whatever god handed him this perfect segue.
Holding her hips, Arnie looked Summer deeply in the eyes. “Care to prove it?”
“Prove what?”
His hands moved to part her pussy lips. She was on her knees, looming over him, with her mound placed perfectly in the churning bubbles. When he opened her to the watery sensation, she shuddered.
When her eyes closed, he leaned in and bit a nipple. “Eyes on me.”
“You’re a wicked man,” she moaned as her eyes opened. The arousal in her gaze made his breath catch. Her demand was clear and straightforward. “Touch me. Now.”
His fingers moved. He went unerringly to her swollen clit and plucked at it.
“Oh, oh,” she moaned. Her hips shook, and she tilted her pelvis to give him access.
He flicked the hard nub and let the churning water enhance her pleasure.
“Arnie, ohh,” she groaned.
“Does my golden girl’s virgin clit like that?”
Her response was a deep shudder. He didn’t wait and penetrated her with two fingers. The heat and silken wetness of her body rendered him senseless with lust.
Fingering her sweet pussy and rubbing her clit with his thumb, he urged her to ride his fingers and go for it. Watching her get off was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. She bucked her hips and fucked his fingers. He never stopped teasing her clit.
When she hit the summit and her climax exploded, he felt triumph and pleasure.
Before she finished, he withdrew his hand, stood, waited for her to wrap her legs around him, then grabbed her ass and moved her into position. Pulling her onto his throbbing cock, he thrust forward with a grunt. Arnie nearly blacked out when her tight pussy clenched around him.
She cried out, and he froze.
“Fuck. Did I hurt you, Summer?”
Shaking her head, she panted heavily and melted against him. “Fuck me, Arnie. Fuck me hard.”
He was conflicted. The way her pussy throbbed wasn’t helping him think clearly, but he couldn’t let go of his control, not if it meant hurting her.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She plastered her body to his, clutched his neck, and bit his ear.
“Make it hurt if you have to but don’t hold back.”
It was her whimpered, “Please,” that sealed her fate.
Fucking her like a madman, he let his primal instincts take over. She was so light he had no trouble impaling her sweet body on his cock, again and again. She cried out on every deep thrust.
Feeling strong and powerful, Arnie experienced such overwhelming pleasure that hanging on was no problem.
But she was melting pretty fast.
Gripping her bottom, he walked them out of the water and placed her on a lounge chair where he could fuck her properly. The second her back hit the cushion, she surged up and cried out.
Startled by her fast orgasm, he cried out with her as his cock absorbed the strong pulsing contractions. She gushed when she came. The flood took him by surprise and spurred him on.
“Yes, my goddess slut,” he shouted. “Fuck me, Summer.”
Her hips went wild. He lifted her bottom to sink deeper. She gasped and trembled. Her pussy gushed anew.
He lost it. Grunting like an animal, he pounded his cock into her. He’d withdrew all the way and then plunged hard and deep, over and over. Filth poured out of his mouth. He praised her cunt, shouted his pleasure each time her pussy clenched, and told her in crude, direct words how much he enjoyed fucking her.
When he shifted angle, and she gasped, Arnie knew he found her sweet spot and unleashed the full measure of his power.
Her small hands found his bucking ass and grabbed on tight. He reared back, grunted, and sank balls deep.
On each stroke, she moaned louder. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted over and over.
His orgasm gathered incredible power. He shook with the knowledge that this would be a completion like no other.
“Summer,” he groaned into her neck. He needed her to say it, but lust scrambled his ability to speak.
Maybe she read his mind, or maybe she was the perfect female. He didn’t know, but she covered his face, chin, and neck with kisses and urged him on.
“Your cock feels so good. I love the way you fuck me. Please come, Arnie. Inside me. I need to feel it,” she whimpered.
He reared back, put his hands in the crook of her knees, and pushed until she was open and at the mercy of his thrusting cock.
Pleasure engulfed his senses, and he grunted and gasped. His cock swelled unbearably, and at the end of a fierce plunge, he exploded. Summer gasped and arched. Unless he was hallucinating, her unbelievable pussy climaxed again and milked his cock as he bathed her insides with his essence.
7
Summer couldn’t move. When her powerful lover finally climaxed, she was pinned beneath Arnie’s big, solid body with her knees up by her ears. When an unexpected orgasm ripped through her, she surrendered to the moment and experienced unimaginable pleasure.
In the aftermath, she tried to catch her breath and thought about what they just did. Their wicked interlude was shockingly accurate to a fantasy she had.
Did her fantasy include doing it without protection? She cringed. What the hell was she thinking?
He moved, and a second later, she felt him leave her body. A warm flood leaked out of her quivering pussy. Evidence of the passion they shared. She searched her feelings and couldn’t find anything to be ashamed of. He did as she asked. When he lost it and claimed her with ferocious passion, Summer wanted him to find his climax inside her. She begged for it. Remembering the way his beautiful fat cock throbbed was immensely satisfying despite the act being mind-bogglingly stupid.
Wrapped in a post-coital bubble of sexy warmth, they cuddled and cooed on the doublewide lounge. She basked in the pleasure of his praise. He loved fucking her. Loved how she fucked him back. Nothing was more satisfying than hearing she was sexy and hot. He couldn’t get enough of her pussy and wanted to do it again as soon as she could take more.
Take more? Was he kidding? What they just did was so erotically primitive and powerful that she couldn’t wait to do it again. And again. But first, there was one little problem. It was January, they were naked, and while Arnie’s big body was a source of warmth, it was
n’t enough.
Squirming just enough to shift her torso, Summer curled both arms against her chest and huddled against him. She shivered, and his embrace tightened. Placing a soft kiss on his neck, she whispered, “I’m cold.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before she yelped with surprise as her golden Adonis scooped her up and marched inside the bungalow. He went straight to the bathroom and lowered her onto the tile floor.
“Not enough room in the tub, so a shower it is. Grab a pile of towels, would you, babe? I’ll get the water started. Do you like it hot and steamy?”
With expressions like hot and steamy having a new meaning, Summer fought the urge to light a match and restart their sex bonfire. As it was, she snorted inelegantly, winced when the sound bounced off the tile walls, and tried covering her mouth, but it was too late. Arnie’s wicked smirk let her know they were thinking the same thing.
“I like it hot,” she said with a possessive glance at his naked body. The powerful set of his wide shoulders and his broad, muscular chest tempted her beyond belief, but she knew if she touched him, they’d be on each other in a heartbeat. The very real possibility of ending up on the cool tile floor with her legs over his incredible shoulders might sound like a good idea, but each time Summer moved, she was reminded of her inexperience. There was some truth to the stories she heard from her gal friends about how a good old-fashioned slam fuck made it hard to walk.
Hard. There was another word with a new meaning. Her eyes drifted south and admired Arnie’s manhood. He had a bit of Viking going on with big sturdy legs and a set of abs, but good lord, there was no denying his cock was aesthetically amazing.
He snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Earth to Summer.”
She jumped and blushed to the roots of her hair. “Sorry, um, what? Towels? Right, right,” she stammered before hurrying to an arched niche containing stacks of bath towels.
His husky laughter gave her goose bumps.
He was in the shower, adjusting the angle of the spray when she finished gathering the towels. “Fixed it so you won’t end up with water pouring onto your head.”
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