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Well, at least I can still get it up,I think dryly. But it’s purely a physical reaction. Before, I wouldn’t still be sitting on this lounge chair. I’d have already headed inside, looking for the nearest bed to fling her on top of for an afternoon quickie before coming back out to the pool to see who I’d want to fuck next, once my cock had a chance to recover. And it’s never taken all that long when there are this many gorgeous women available for the choosing.
Or I’d be in the pool, with her discreetly on my lap while I slid her bikini aside and pushed myself inside of her, letting her squirm atop me for a long, pleasurable session of teasing until I pushed her underwater to swallow my cum. As it gets darker, the guys will be doing exactly that—we’ve never had a full-on orgy in front of each other. Still, we’re not averse to getting some discreet head while the others pretend not to know what’s going on. I’m not sure that Berto isn’t starting already, with the dark-skinned beauty he has straddling him in the pool.
But even though those brief fantasies make my cock thicken even more, pulsing against the blonde’s warm pussy through the thin material of her bikini as she grinds down on my lap a little more, they seem like just that. Fantasies. Nothing that I’m actually going to follow through on—even though I’ve done it a hundred times before.
No matter how I try to force myself to feel otherwise, the woman I want squirming against me right now, practically begging for my cock, is Sofia.
Quite simply, after seeing her panting and writhing on the bed while I buried my fingers inside of her, after tasting how sweet she was and feeling her pulse against the head of my cock while I rubbed her to the edge of an orgasm, a woman paid to pretend that she wants me isn’t going to cut it. And neither, I think, is some woman picked up from a bar who only wants me because of my status and wealth.
Sofia wants, more than anything, tonotdesire me. And yet, a week ago, she was in my bed, frantically fingering herself to an orgasm in front of me, grinding against her bound hands even as she flushed with embarrassment.
She’d do anything to not feel the way she does about me. She doesn’t want my money or my power. She barely even wants my protection.
But she can’t help herself.
And as I sit out in the Dominican sunshine, watching Berto climb out of the pool and head inside with the woman he’s undoubtedly about to fuck, Franco two lounge chairs away with three models surrounding him and one horny blonde on my lap, I’m pretty sure that I’m no better off than Sofia is.
For better or for worse, we seem to be addicted to driving each other insane.
And I have no fucking idea what to do about it.
