Page 14 of Free Fall

Shaking my head, I turned for the beach. Those two sons were going to be the death of me. I didn’t even want to make a guess about what they got up to when they were unsupervised.

Zelda appeared just two minutes after I’d reached the stairs leading down to the sandy shore. The sun was beginning to set, throwing everything into deep shadow and glowing orange. It was fucking pretty. But the sight that truly caught me short was Zelda, her hair pulled into a bun on top of her head, a dark green sundress flittering around her thighs, and thin sandals showing off every inch of her legs.

“I hope you aren’t wearing any panties after all,” I said when she reached me, that scowl I’d grown so familiar with back in place. Even with her expression painted in disdain, she looked at me like she wanted to eat me. She was restless, her eyes flitting over my body, at our surroundings.

“I am.” Was all she gave me, hands on hips, gulping away what she really wanted to say. “Lets get this over with.”

I smirked, turning to head down the stairs. Her sandals slapped on each step as she followed me down. “If you didn’t want to come, you wouldn’t have. Admit that you’re curious. Addicted, even.”

“Our families are right there.” She gestured up as she stepped onto the sand beside me. “Any of them might catch us. And addicted is a strong word choice,Uncle Luca.”

“Any of them might have caught us in your bed, too,” I teased. “Your father was in the haunted maze too, my sons, as well. They could have caught us,little Zelda.”

Her eyes widened, but she schooled her surprise, pausing. “You know what, fuck you, I’m not doing this— Cole said, but…” She screamed out, a mini fucking tantrum, and spun on her heel.

I yanked her as she turned, dragging her into the nearest cabana and throwing her down on the bed. She landed on her back and her legs spread, letting me fall between them before tugging the white curtain closed. The floaty fabric hid the low bed well enough, the darkness hiding any shadow. Satisfied with the privacy, more than I thought we’d get, I focused on her. She’d welcomed me in, already. Hadn’t battled or tried to escape. It was entertaining witnessing her attempts to lie.

I loomed over her, watching her squirm. It was dark under the curtains of the cabana, but I could still see her shadowy form. Her eyes were softer than her words. Her body open for me.

“Luca,” she murmured, begging for I don’t think either of us knew.

I snaked my hands up her bare thighs until I reached the edge of her panties. “What am I going to discover in here? You been keeping my spunk warm? Holding it in? You been my good girl?”

She groaned when I pulled her underwear to the side, exposing her to the cozy night air. “Shit,” she whispered, opening her legs further, not fighting me at all.

I ran my thumb through her wet labia, dipping in and out of her lips, enjoying the swirls of moisture there. “Hmm,” I teased. “I can’t tell.”

“Luca, please,” she cried out. “I did. I was careful. You kept me full for the entire journey.”

“Call me master again and I’ll believe you,” I retorted, pausing with my thumb on her clit, recalling the night in the maze when I had her at my complete mercy.

“Fuck you,” she huffed, her legs trying to slam closed. “I won’t.”

“You be my puppet. I’ll be your master, and we’ll both get what we want.” I tugged her piercing, making her hips arch. “Remember to say cherries if you want it to stop.”

“Cherries.”

I yanked her piercing again. “Don’t lie.”

“Ungh!” she groaned out, tipping her head to the side when I yanked harder, causing her skin to stretch around the barbell. “Fine, fuck!”

“What are you going to call me? Say it.” I pulled her piercing even further, making her legs shake.

“Master!” she bellowed. “Please, master. Stop.”

I hummed in satisfaction at hearing that word spill from her lips again, then overcome, I yanked my dick from my pants and squeezed up and down my shaft, watching her chest heave before she met my eyes. I still rubbed her clit, but left her piercing alone. Rolling my thumb over my cock piercing, I thought about how it must have looked on her, felt for her, having the thin needle slip through her most sensitive flesh. What had possessed her to do it? Did she bleed after? Fuck.

“Good puppet,” I told her, roaming my fingers down her pussy, seeking her hole. My balls ached and my cock released a throb of pre-cum when I felt how wet she was. “Such a good girl, holding this all in for me.” My cum still coated her walls. She must have worked extra hard to keep it in there.

She gasped when I shoved a third finger inside her. We were taking too long. No way Ali wouldn’t be suspicious of me now. But with Zelda squeezing around my fingers, I didn’t give a shit. I pumped into her, enjoying the squelch of our mixed fluids.

“Damn, I need a taste,” I growled out before lying down next to her. “Climb on, we need gravity’s help.”

She gawped at me for a moment, laying prone with her legs spread and her breathing heavy.

“Sit on my face, Zel,” I demanded. “I want to drown in our cum when you explode over me.”

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