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I grasp both her breasts in my hands and pluck her nipples as she leans back into me. God, I could worship these all day,they’re so round and perfect. I reach one hand down and slide it into her bikini bottoms as she parts her knees wider, allowing me access.

“I love how ready for me you always are,” I whisper in her ear. “Ever done it in a pool?”

She shakes her head. Of course not.

Ariana is much younger than me, yet she hasn’t really lived carelessly, or at all, if I’m the first man to truly own her body.

I feel a surge of protectiveness over her that I shouldn’t. I can’t help it. She’s a strong, capable woman, yet she seems to take issue with expressing how she feels. Maybe it’s just me and it’s because of our situation, but I wish she’d just enjoy it. Let herself get swept away in pleasure. There’s nothing like it.

I tease her clit with my fingers as she grinds against me, and my cock swells. Jesus, she feels so good.

She relaxes against my chest, and I want to give her everything, make her feel everything, and I intend to. I pinch her nipple, and she groans as I nibble her neck, telling her dirty, dirty words as her cheeks burn and she begins to climax. I ride her through it as she slides back and forth over my hand, murmuring my name.

“You come beautifully, Ariana,” I whisper.

“You feel so fucking good, Mr. Bentley,” she whispers back, out of breath.

“I want to fuck you here.”

She has no choice in the matter. My cock’s so hard it’s about to explode.

I exit the pool, leaving her panting, and return kicking my shorts off as I roll a rubber on, sheathing myself as I walk toward her in the water.

Her eyes drop to my cock, and the way she looks at it makes me want to lose my shit. She’s so drop-dead gorgeous when she’s at my mercy.

I reach for her bikini bottoms, pull the ties at the sides, letting them slide away.

The great thing about the top floor is that nobody can see you, and that means I can do whatever the fuck I want.

I slide my hands down her body, and she shivers. Even though it’s humid outside, I see goosebumps rise on her flesh. I smirk as I bite down gently on her shoulder, then I run my hands over her ass and cup both cheeks.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I tell her. “So beautiful, Ariana. I want you to say my name next time you come. What’s my name when I make you come?”

I slide my hands around her torso and up to cup her tits again. I want them so badly in my mouth.

“Mr. Bentley,” she breathes.

“Gonna take you hard and fast because I need to come too. Then I’m going to take you to my bed and then the shower, and wherever the hell else I want to fuck you slowly.” It’s not a question, it’s a fact.

“Oh God,” she whispers.

I grin into her neck, plucking her nipples as she grinds back against me.

I slide my hand down to my cock, and she sticks her ass out, leaning farther onto the edge of the pool as I find her entrance and enter at full tilt, without warning.

She cries out as I move and ram into her again, then I repeat. Each time I slam back in, the breath leaves her lungs with force.

“Hold onto the side and don’t let go,” I tell her as I grip her hips, and she rests her forearms on the edge.

I hold her hips in place and lift her so she’s almost horizontal, and I’m standing behind her. I run one hand up her back, marveling at her beautiful skin, at how sexy her body is. I glance down to where we’re joined, and it only makes my control slip all that bit more.

“Oh God,” she cries out, but it sounds more like a wail.

“Let go, Ariana,” I command. “Show me how much you like it. Tell me.”

She comes hard as I pump her harder, faster, as she calls out my name over and over.

Mr. Bentley, Mr. Bentley, oh fuck, Mr. Bentley.

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