Massio
I was about ready to wreak carnage, but the moment Veronica gave me the perfect excuse to touch my girl, I grabbed it with both hands—literally.
Fuck me, she’s incredible. Every glide of my hand elicits a moan from her innocent mouth. I spread the sunscreen over the top of her thighs, then after glancing around the pool to see if anyone’s looking our way, I delve my fingers into the crook of her bikini bottoms.
It should be illegal to wear something this flimsy, especially on a body as edible as Thea’s, yet the best part is, she’s completely unaware of how utterly gorgeous she is.
I slide my fingers to her pussy while my other hand massages her thigh. Jesus, she’s soaked, or is it my cum leaking out of her?
Unable to help myself, I withdraw my fingers and slide them into my mouth, just to be sure.
She tastes like me, and my cock leaks against my swim shorts. I wonder if I’ve come deep enough inside her to fill her with my baby yet?
I throw a leg over the sun lounger then kneel on either side with my cock positioned between her cute ass cheeks.
“Massio? What are you …” She looks around frantically.
“Shhh, lay back down and act innocent.” I grin, then squirt more sunscreen into my hand.
“Let me cream you up, Little Brat,” I grumble, spreading the cream over her shoulders and delighting in the way her body becomes putty at my touch.
“Yeah, that’s nice, baby,” I groan, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks and down again at the glide of my hands. “So fucking good.”
“Daddy,” she whimpers.
“Fuck, Little Brat. You’re going to make me come in my shorts.” My cock throbs and my balls ache.
Jesus, I’ve never felt the urge to come simply by touching someone like this.
“Theodora!” her mother shrieks.
I drop my head forward. “Jesus, does she ever give it a rest?”
“You have no idea.” Thea pinches her eyes shut.
The sickly smell of her perfume infiltrates my nostrils, and I try not to gag.
“I want you to meet Mr. Garratt. He’s the CEO of Stockwell and Garratt Funding.
He’s the benefactor at the event we’re attending.
” She waves her hand toward a man who looks old enough to be Thea’s grandfather, or great-grandfather, judging by the cane beside him.
Is she seriously trying to pimp her daughter out? To someone moments away from a funeral home, no less. Though it sounds ludicrous to some, I wouldn’t put it past her.
“Not a fucking chance,” I grunt into Thea’s ear, then lift her into my arms, positioning her to disguise my rock-hard cock, and I run toward the swimming pool.
“Wait. What are you doing?” Veronica questions as I pass her and plunge into the water.
The men around the pool erupt into cheers, throwing their hands up in the air, but I ignore them and their wandering eyes, grateful to hold Thea in my arms, where she fucking belongs.
I’m about to combust at any second, and I refuse for anyone but my girl to witness it.