Chapter Five — Callum
I don’t think a woman has ever driven me this crazy in my entire life. She looks like the devil dressed up like a forest angel in that green little bathing suit of hers. I swear I can even faintly make out the edges of some of the red stripes I left on her ass earlier.
Even the thought makes my cock strain against my swimming trunks.
Her hair is pulled up high and she’s wearing that necklace she always wears.
Her breasts strain against her bikini top, and her hips are smooth and soft.
She smells like vanilla cupcakes and innocence, which makes me want to devour and destroy her that much more.
And don’t get me started on those asshats sitting beside her. I’m almost insulted by the stupid little felt hats they’ve been wearing.
Part of me wants to tell her that I know she’s not into them, but I don’t. Partially because I don’t want her to think I’m insecure, because I’m really not.
I know there’s no way she’s attracted to them, but I don’t want her to know it’s getting under my skin. Although I think she can tell it is, and she likes it, which makes me want her even more.
I want to fuck her right in front of both of them. In fact, I want them both to be forced to watch, their eyes propped open with toothpicks, as I fuck her in every single hole until she screams.
Thoughts like this are running through my head right until I step into the cold plunge with her. Needless to say, I’ve never been so motivated to win anything in my entire damn life.