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“Fuck.” Oliver’s mouth is on mine before I can utter another word, his tongue invading, his hand gripping my chin and cheeks so he can angle my face exactly the way he wants to. His body presses me hard against the wall of the pool, his lean thigh shoving up against my clit. His arousal, all ten inches of it, is a bar of intent against my belly.
He pulls back, breathing hard. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
“Allie.” My name is a strangled whisper on his lips. His fingers play with the top of my bikini, sliding the fabric over my skin a little at a time until it snags on my nipple. He pauses, his eyes feasting on the roundness of my breast. "Just a little more and..." It’s like he’s giving himself instructions, forcing himself to go further than he ever thought he would. He tugs and my nipple pops out.
"That's it," I say, breathless.
“Fuck.” When his hot mouth latches on and sucks hard, I throw my head back, relishing the tug between my legs. His hand skims the surface of the water and slides beneath. The loss of contact is enough to make me cry out, but then his hand is between my legs.
"Oh." I spread them a little more.
"Do it," someone calls.
"Make her yours."
Oliver's mouth finds mine, capturing it in a kiss. His tongue slips inside, and I suck on it, tasting him, wanting him. For a man so restrained in life, he’s the opposite when it comes to sex. I wrap my hands around his neck, holding him in place as his fingers stroke the outer lips of my pussy, spreading them open. He's teasing me and it's driving me insane.
"Please."
"Daddy's got you." He thrusts two fingers inside, the suddenness making me moan against his mouth. He curls them forward, hitting that sweet spot, and then he thrusts again, and again. The sound of my moans are muffled by his kisses.
"Yes," Jonas says. "You got her. Take her. Make her yours."
"Oh, God."
"Come for me, Allie."
His fingers slide deeper and harder, fucking me, filling me. His mouth moves to my ear, whispering words of encouragement and desire, telling me what a good girl I am, how tight and wet and perfect. He tells me he loves to hear the sounds of my pleasure and how I should let go and come for him.
For him.Those words are a whisper of dominance and control that trips a switch in my brain.
"You can't resist me," he whispers, kissing the soft skin beneath my ear, leaving his hesitancy far behind. "You don't have the strength to deny your desires."
"No."
"And when you come, you'll call my name. Say it."
"Oliver. Yes. Yes!"
He thrusts hard and deep, and I shatter, coming all over his hand, moaning his name, limp and replete. My head falls back, my eyes rolling closed, and Oliver’s lips capture my throat, kissing and sucking as I ride the waves of pleasure.
When I finally open my eyes, Oliver's are wild with lust and his chest is heaving. When I drop my eyes to the rippled outline of his cock through the water, it’s huge inside the clingy material of his swimmers.
"Please."
He turns me until I'm facing the pool edge, knocking my ankles with his demanding foot until my legs are spread.
Oliver yanks at the bottom of my bikini, pulling it aside.
He pushes his shorts down, freeing his cock. I reach behind me, wrapping my fingers around his length, squeezing it and pumping it a few times.
So many eyes rest on me. So many men are playing witness to this, but I’m used to being watched by now. I’m used to imagining they want to be the one between my legs.
"Fuck," Oliver groans. The same word is on the tip of my tongue, but I trap it between my teeth. When I release his cock, he wraps his arms around me, crushing my body against his. Then he's lifting me, guiding me down onto his waiting cock. The pressure is incredible. His size stretches me to the point of pain, but I can't get enough. When he's fully sheathed inside, I feel so full, so totally complete. He's still for a moment, allowing my pussy to get used to his girth.
“Condom,” Jonas yells and Oliver goes to pull out, but I reach around and hold his hip, keeping him deep inside me.
