Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I swiped through the screens, my jaw tightening as my eyes glanced across feed after feed, until finally, I found her.
Oh fuck yes.
Jesus, there she was — my forbidden temptation, my totally off-limits fantasy. She was strutting out to the pool in this tiny little bikini that barely contained her body in any real way, showing so much skin that I wasn’t sure if I was furious or if I wanted to pin her to the ground and fuck the shit out of her.
My cock ached and throbbed, my eyes following her as she sauntered out to the pool.
Part of me wanted to drive home right then, and claim her, damn the consequences. But, I had one more meeting. One more meeting and then I could get back and see this with my own eyes.
Fucking Lincoln, you lucky bastard.
On my screen, Kenzie found a lounge chair by the pool and draped a towel across it. She lay back in it, not realizing she was facing right at one of my cameras. She slipped a pair of sunglasses on, and as she lay out, her legs fell apart, and even through the small phone screen, I could see it.
Her bottoms had pulled tight as she sat, and there, facing the camera like that with her long, soft legs spread wide, I could see her bikini bottoms pulled tight across her pussy lips.
…My resolved crumbled.
I lurched to my feet, drawing the blinds in the conference room and then locking the door before I sank back down. My muscles twitched as I went for my zipper, tugging it down as I reached in and wrapped my hand around my thick cock. Slowly, I pulled myself free, feeling my balls twitch with need as my eyes went back to the screen.
My hand slid into my suit pants pocket, and slowly, I pulled them out.
…The panties. The ones from the night before. I’d fucking kept them.
My cock lurched as I wrapped Kenzie’s sticky, messy panties around my shaft. I watched her stretch out by the pool, her legs spread and her little tits pressed up against the fabric. My balls ached for release as my eyes followed the soft lines of her belly and her lips, up to those juicy little tits with her rock-hard nipples poking through the thin material of her bikini.
I growled, stroking my cock faster and faster as I imagined her pulling the little pieces of fabric to the side and showing me everything.
…I wondered if her pussy was as pink, and tight, and slippery wet, and glistening as I imagined it was. Fuck, I wondered if it tasted as sweet as I thought it would. I groaned, imagining how sweet and sexy and perfect she’d taste as I ran my tongue from her clit to her asshole and then back again.
I groaned, feeling my balls tightening as I watched the little nymph on the screen in my hand. I stroked faster and faster, rubbing her messy panties up and down my shaft until suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a grunt, I came, hard. My hot, sticky cum splashed against her panties, soaking them all over again as I sank back in the chair and gripped the arm-rest so hard I thought I’d break it right off.
Slowly, panting, I came back down to earth.
Fuck, this was a problem.
Kenzie was a problem.
But then, the more I dwelled on it, tucking my cock back into my suit pants, something switched inside my head. And slowly, one thing became very, very clear to me.
Kenzie wasn’t the problem. The fucking problem was that I was here, and she was there.
That only happened after I got home, daddy.
The wet spot on her panties.
My blood ran hot like fire, searing through my veins as I stormed off for my last meeting.
Naughty little Kenzie had gotten wet when she’d gotten home…
…As soon as I could get the fuck out of there, we were going to see how wet that little pussy would get when daddy got home…
8
Mackenzie
The sun blazed down onto my bare skin, but it was nothing like the heat pulsing between my legs. Filthy, naughty daydreams swirled through my head, mostly involving some porn-movie version of Lincoln coming out to the pool and just taking me any way he wanted to. Or then, my fantasies would switch to one where Wilder didn’t stop at just spanking me. Instead, in my head, he pinned me against the couch, pulled my panties to the side, and fucked me hard.
My skin buzzed with electric heat, and I could feel my nipples straining against the thin fabric of the bikini top. Between my legs, I could feel the slippery heat soaking into my bikini bottoms, wetting them and making them cling to my pussy.
I squeezed my thighs together, panting quietly at the sensations as I gripped the arm rests of the pool chair. The dirty sensations teased through me, made all the hotter by being right outside in the open, where anyone could see me. Something tingled down my back at the thought and I slowly opened my eyes under the sunglasses, as if to glance around and see if anyone was somehow watching, despite the walls and lands around Wilder’s house.