Chapter 2 #2
"Yes, yes, sir... I rubbed my pussy just like this... watching you..." Her voice cracked. Tears of overwhelming pleasure slipped down her cheeks. "Please, I can't... it's too much..."
I kept going, rubbing her slick folds and clit relentlessly until her legs trembled violently and her nails dug into my shoulders. Only then did I slide two fingers deep inside her tight heat. I curled them instantly, pressing hard and ruthlessly against her G-spot.
She came instantly. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, gushing fresh hot slick all over my hand and down my thigh as she cried out, body convulsing against me. I didn't stop, stroking that sensitive spot through every pulse of her orgasm until she was sobbing with overstimulation.
"Tell me the truth now," I demanded, still pumping my fingers slowly inside her fluttering walls. "Beg me to fuck you. Say it clearly."
Her voice was hoarse, broken. "Please... please fuck me, sir. I need your cock inside me. Please fuck your good girl..."
I pulled my fingers out with a wet pop and lifted her effortlessly. She gasped in panic as I carried her toward the pool, her naked body squirming.
"Wait, wait, the pool!"
"Don't you like this pool so much?" I smirked, stepping down into the warm water with her still in my arms. She clung to me, eyes wide with alarm, but I ignored every protest. The water rose around us as I pinned her against the smooth tiled edge, her back to the pool wall.
I freed my aching cock from my soaked trousers, the thick, hard length springing out.
Without another word, I spread her thighs wide and thrust into her in one deep stroke.
The water made everything tighter, the resistance pushing back against me with every thrust, but it only made me drive harder.
I fucked her with long, powerful strokes, the drag of the water adding delicious friction that had me groaning against her neck.
Water sloshed violently around us. With every deep thrust, pool water pushed into her alongside my cock, filling her even more, her walls fluttering wildly around the invasion.
"Ah—! It's too much, too full!" she cried, but her hips were already rocking back to meet me.
The water heightened every sensation. Her skin was hypersensitive, every brush of my shirt against her nipples, every thrust of my cock making her shudder.
I pounded into her relentlessly, the resistance of the water making my thrusts more forceful, more primal.
Her breasts bounced with each impact, water splashing over them.
She came again within minutes, harder this time, screaming as her pussy spasmed and squirted around my cock, mixing with the pool water. I didn't slow down. I kept fucking her through it, then through the next one, and the one after that. Her voice grew hoarse from begging.
"Please, sir, I can't anymore..."
I gripped her hips tighter, slamming into her with water churning violently around us.
Her fourth orgasm hit her like a storm, her whole body locking up, eyes rolling back as she wailed.
Only then did I let myself go. With a deep, guttural groan, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her spasming pussy with thick ropes of cum.
The water made it feel endless, warmth spreading inside her as I kept thrusting through my release, pushing every drop deeper.
We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, water gently lapping around our joined bodies. Her head fell against my shoulder, trembling with aftershocks, completely spent.
I kissed her temple softly. "Good girl."
We floated there in the corner of the pool, water lapping gently against the tiles.
Her hair spread across the water like seaweed, auburn strands gleaming copper in the moonlight. Her fingers lay limp on my shoulders—thoroughly fucked senseless.
"You okay?" I asked.
She didn't speak. Just buried her face in my neck.
I could feel her lashes flutter against my skin like butterfly wings.
"You're the devil," she finally mumbled.
I laughed.
"That's not what you were saying a minute ago."
She pinched me. Pressure light as a cat scratch.
My phone lit up on the lounge chair. Bogdan.
I stood up from the pool, grabbed the phone, and walked a few steps away. Lowered my voice. "What?"
"Boss, Viktor—"
I turned around.
She was gone.
Only ripples remained in the pool. I scanned the terrace—lounge chair, cabinet, floor-to-ceiling windows—she'd vanished without a sound. Not even a footstep. Like a hallucination.
Well.
I hung up on Bogdan, strode to the living room, and yanked open the door just as the elevator doors slid shut.
I stood there, half-naked, watching the numbers descend.
Then I smiled.
I turned back into the apartment. Then I saw it—something fallen in front of the storage cabinet.
Pink.
Small.
I walked over and picked it up. Her panties. Soft. Damp. I brought them to my nose.
Her scent.
Wet cotton wrapped around something more primal—sweat, saltwater, the fluid she'd left behind when she came. Salty. Faintly sweet. Like the heat this body gave off when it writhed under my hands.
I closed my eyes. Breathed in. Then slowly opened them.
She'd taken her outer clothes. But left this behind.
Deliberate? Or too panicked to notice?
A strange pleasure spread through my chest. I folded the small pink panties and slipped them into my pocket.
Outside the window, Manhattan's night remained unchanged. Lights blazing. Cold. Ruthless. Like me.
I returned to the lounge chair, sat down, and lit a cigarette.
I'll catch you, my little mouse.