“What the fuck, Thea? No,” I hiss, and an uncontrollable anger surges from deep inside. “You’re perfect how you are.”
“I don’t think I need them either.” Thank fuck. My shoulders relax on her words.
“What’d you get instead?” I ask, suddenly intrigued.
“I didn’t get anything; it was my punishment for not having them done.” She rolls her eyes, but I can see the hurt behind them, the emotion she masks where her mother is concerned.
I hate that she feels this way, and the insatiable need to make her feel better burns inside me, itching my skin. Anger pumps through my veins, but I try to remain calm while her words replay in my mind. I shift until I’m behind her, her back to my chest, then kneel in the water and slowly roam my hand up her stomach to her perfect tits.
There’s no chance of anyone seeing a damn thing with how we’re positioned, not that I’d care, though her mother would have something to say about it.
“These tits…” I use the tip of my finger to glide over her peaked nipple, and she whimpers, a soft mewling sound she’s been doing more often when I play with her nipples. I make a mental note of her sensitivity. “They’re so fucking perfect, Little Brat.” A vision of her becoming fuller has arousal seeping frommy cock. “I’m going to feed from them when you produce milk for our babies.” Jesus, I need to come so fucking bad. Her body trembles, and I can only imagine how much her little pussy is weeping, begging for me to fill her.
I slide my hand back down over her stomach and rest it there. “Do you think our baby is in there now? Growing inside mama?”
“Massio?” The gentle yearning in her voice has my hold on her tightening. She needs me. I push farther, gliding my hand beneath her bikini panties.
“You’re all wet from my cum, Little Brat,” I rasp.
I slip a finger inside her, loving the way her warmth holds me in so tightly. Then I pump in and out of her while my free hand toys with the weight of her tit.
“I’m imagining myself milking your tit while my cock is inside you, baby.” I squeeze her tit and follow it up with a pinch of her nipple. “You’d spray your warm milk in my mouth. I’d drink it down like the hungry daddy I am, eager for my milk.”
“Oh god.”
“Theodora!” The whine of her mother’s voice causes me to freeze.
“Come on.” I slip my finger from her pussy and take hold of her hand, then guide her through the water and beneath the waterfall into the cave. I growl at a punk blocking the entrance, and he has the intelligence to make a quick exit.
“She’s going to come looking for me,” she says as I spin her to face me.
I lift her out of the water and tuck her drenched pink locks behind her ear. “Let her. I’ll be ready,” I say with utter confidence.
My need for Thea has taken over. I’m utterly consumed by my little brat. Let my ex-wife see what her little girl does to me.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
THEA
My heart pounds in my chest. I shouldn’t be doing this. This is not a good idea.
Though when Massio’s cock springs free of his shorts, all common sense floats out of my brain, and in its place is the need to please him and chase my pleasure.
He lies beside the pool, propped up on his elbows, and watches me through his hooded eyes. His huge cock is slick with pre-cum, strings of it stick to his abs and slide down his shaft, and my mouth waters to taste him.
“I want to taste you, Daddy.”
He groans. “Yeah, Daddy wants his little brat to take his big cock in her little mouth.” Pressing on my bottom lip, he pushes my mouth open. “In here.” He pumps his thumb in and out of my mouth.
I scoot forward between his thighs, and he holds his cock up, aiming at my mouth. “Come, lick Daddy.”
Resting my hands on his quads, I bend, then he guides his cock into my mouth, using one hand at the back of my head tolower me. I gag instantly, but he doesn’t let up; he’s rougher than usual, and there’s an urgency behind the way he pumps in and out of me, lifting his ass to meet with the way he pushes my head back and forth. “Take it,” he demands. “Taste my cock in your mouth, Little Brat.”
He hits the back of my throat relentlessly, but I remain steadfast, and the desperation behind his assault on me increases my need to please him.
My head hurts from his rough grasp, tears flow down my face, spittle coats my chin, and the choking sound that I make around his cock is obscene. “Fuck, like that, Little Brat. Nobody has taken me as good as you before. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
MASSIO
