Page 12 of Wet Summer

“Rocco, make sure he doesn’t do anything crazy.”

“What about Summer?”

“She’s not going anywhere, dad.”

“What do you mean? I thought you’d want to get rid of her as soon as you got rid of her mother.”

“I’m never getting rid of her, and there’s no way that you can take her away from me now that you’ve brought her into my life.”

“At least one good thing came out of meeting that bitch. I hoped when I left her there, you two hit it off.”

“Was that your plan when you left her here?”

“An old man can hope.”

“So can this young man. I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you, Dad.”

“So am I. I’ll be there to see you both as soon as I can get away from this she-devil. My lawyers will have a field day with this.”

I ended the call with my father and checked in with Rocco via my investigator’s phone. I have the all-clear that he has removed my father from the area and will be bringing him back home alone.

Now to get some answers from my future wife because she’s not completely innocent in this charade even if she was forced to participate. She could have come clean at any time when she was alone with me. She had four days and let me inside her without a word about her wicked mother.

My lawyer comes to the house and meets with us. It takes over an hour to go over everything, and when I finally send him off, I can see that Summer’s worn out. “Let’s go lie down.”

“Do I look that tired?”

“A little. Besides, I was robbed out of holding you this morning.”

Chapter Six

Summer

The sun set hours ago, but Drake’s nowhere in sight. I’m in his bed in just my panties and a tee shirt. I slip out of the bed and look for him. There’s no sign of him in his office or in the kitchen, but then I look in my favorite part of the house. He’s in the pool, doing laps. Smiling, I step outside and watch.

Drake’s broad shoulders move through the water in powerful strokes, breaking the surface with such grace and strength that my body buzzes with desire. I press my thighs together, heatedly eyeing him. He’s only in a pair of blue swim shorts that fit his muscular legs just right. They’re not overly baggy or skin-tight like professional swimmers. Still, that massive bulge in the middle is undeniable.

“Stop watching me like that, Summer or more than your pussy is going to be wet.”

Unafraid of his threat, I grip the hem of my blouse and lift it off, tossing it onto the lounger. “You need to work on your threats.”

“The fact that your tits are on display for any of my staff to see is about to get your ass spanked and your throat fucked.” I cover my chest quickly, looking around.

“We’re alone. Sloane is the only one around and he’s in for the night. Now, get in the water before I come get you.” I free my breasts and then launch myself into the pool’s deep end. He’s quick and has me in his arms before I can surface. I gasp and feel his thick cock on my thigh. “Bad girl.” Drake’s hand cups my breast, squeezing it roughly. “Showing off my tits. God, you got my dick so hard, I’m going to nut too quickly the first time.”

He pins me to the side of the pool with his mouth on my throat, kissing and licking my pulse. My heels dig into his trunks, tugging them down his ass while my hands roam all over his strong biceps. We rock in the water as he slides us down to the shallow end, leading us to the steps. Once I find my bottom on the top step, he smirks. “I have you just where I want you.”

He’s lost his trunks completely, and my panties are the only thing stopping his entrance. He doesn’t give a shit about the wet material because he tugs them down and tosses them across the patio. “Those were in my way.” Drake’s thick middle finger pumps into my pussy, testing me, prepping for the beast he’s about to give me. He adds a second digit and my back arches.

“Oh, Drake,” I cry out.

“You’re about to get railed, Summer. I hope you’re ready.”

“I am. I need you inside me.”

He removed his fingers and replaced them with his fat cock. The pleasurable burn of his entrance nearly splits me in two. I press my hands on the edge of the pool, holding myself up as he grips the last step, driving into me. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he growls against my ear. My pussy floods with every thrust of his hips. Water sluices over us, splashing my breasts and drawing more attention to them.

“You are so damn sexy like this. My wet Summer.” Drake’s mouth latches onto my hard nipple, sucking it between his lips. My pussy flexes around his thick pole, lubing it up even more as he rams my hole. “I’m not going to stop fucking until you’ve come for me, my little step-sis. Come for me.”

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