Page 10 of Family Ties


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Realizing we’re both watching her, Abby’s eyes fixate on Garrison as she slowly undoes the wrap around her waist. Letting it fall to the ground, she flips him off before turning her attention away from us both.

“She’s everything you said she was and more.” I leave the window and make my way to the chair at my desk. “She’s stunning. Smart. Funny. And apparently doesn’t feel like she needs to put up with your shit. What did you do to piss her off anyway?”

“I told her not to wear the bikini.” His tone is miffed as he takes a seat across from me. “I’d rather you didn’t look at her the way you are.”

“Is that so?” I snidely question.

“I want to discuss our arrangement.” His gaze fixes on the floor as he continues, “I love her.”

“You fucking love her?” My question is drenched in sarcasm, “Like you loved that woman you knocked up a month ago? While you were dating Abigail?”

“That was a mistake,” he grumbles, “Are you going to hold that over my head?”

“I’m not holding anything over your head but our arrangement. But I can tell you with certainty that you don’t fucking love her,” I snarl.

He jumps from his chair, preparing to argue, and I yell, “Sit the fuck down. You love the fucking idea of her, but I can guarantee you love the fat fucking check I put in your account every month more.”

Standing, I round the desk, walk to the door, and pull it open before lowering my voice. “If you love her more than my money, I’ll see you at breakfast. If not, I expect you gone by the morning.”

He crosses the room and stops when he reaches me. I wait for him to say something, but he cowers as usual and sulks out the door.

He might be a good boy, but he sure as fuck doesn’t stick up for himself like a man.

Closing the door, I take a seat at my desk and spin the chair until I am facing the window overlooking the pool. Abigail has tired of sunbathing and is currently swimming leisurely laps in the pool.

Her long, lean legs flutter as she slides through the water. The tiny suit barely covering her now, I can’t get enough of her round ass. It would look fucking gorgeous with my ropes wrapped around it.

Fuck…

My cock hardens at the thought and immediately tents my pants. Undoing my belt and zipper, I free it from its confines and stroke it slowly as I watch her below me in the pool.

Spitting in my hand, I tighten my grip as she pushes herself up on the edge of the pool and exits it. Beads of water roll down her body. Over the tight nipples protruding against the top of her suit, and down the bare flesh of her pert ass.

What I would give to shove her back in that pool and have my way with her.

Pulling the strings of her suit top until it falls from her body and into my hands. Wrapping the wet polyester around her wrists, binding them behind her back. The position puts her round, perky tits on full display. Defenseless as I pull the strings of her bottoms and let them fall between her feet.

Stroking faster as I continue to watch her through my fantasy.

Carrying her into the pool, her legs wrap around my waist as I claim every inch of her mouth with my tongue. Preparing it to be claimed by my cock. Taking us both to the deep end, I hold the ledge with one hand as I unwrap her legs from me.

“Deep breath, kitten.” I grip her shoulder and firmly shove her under the water, not stopping until her mouth is wrapped tightly around my cock. She swallows every inch of me, trying desperately to make me come before…

“Fuck,” I groan as warm cum splatters over my hand, way earlier than I had intended.

Kitten?

Interesting.

Suits her.

As I tuck my cock back into my pants, I watch Abigail walk back into the house. Holding the sarong in her hand, her ass jiggles with each pad of her feet. It’s nearly enough to make me hard again.

Soon enough, kitten.

Garrison is nothing if not predictable.

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