Page 25 of Scary Suitor

It didn’t, and there’s only one final glass layer holding me together.

My confidence takes a hit, but my pride isn’t hurt. I’m proud to have made it this far when my pretty girl flaunts her beauty every day.

I throw us into the pool. Icy water embraces my tight skin, soothing the heat as my muscles relax. I hold Alina away from the edge, forcing her to rely on my body to stay afloat.

She scrambles in my arms, pressing her bouncy tits to my chest, her thighs rubbing on my hard cock. I clench my jaw harshly and resist using her legs to stain the pool with cum. Whenever she tries to speak, choked babbles are there to stay.

A distraction is going to save us from a rough fucking in the pool. I want to be inside her pussy on a soft surface so I can press her knees to her ears and bully my cock into her tight hole.

“Listen to me, pretty.”

She whines, arms shakily tightening around me as the water ripples from her shuddering.

“We’re going under just once.” I adjust my arms around her shoulders and back, her legs flailing to hook around my hips.

“Breathe in and hold,” I coach distractedly, wondering how her tits would feel on my face.

She takes a deep breath, and I sink us to the deepest part of the pool. I couldn’t care less about the team activity. The only bonding I’m drawn to is the immediate death lurking in the depths of the dark waters.

I’m gifted with the glorious view of her puffy cheeks, pinch-closed eyes, and one small hand pressing to her lips. My protesting lungs, the blue water, and the picturesque dance of her hair seize the air I don’t have.

My judgment is gone, my mind filling with uncontrolled images of her round tits bouncing from the ferocity of her heartbeat.

Her nails dig into my shoulder, and I plant my feet onto the bottom to propel up the current. As soon as we break the surface, Alina coughs violently, choking a sob as her head slumps on my shoulder.

I rub her back to calm her trembling, but she cries harder.

“That must have been scary,” I coo, my face nestling in her wet hair. “The hard part is over.”

The harsh pool lights flash into my eyes as I look up and blink away the acidic burn. I listen to her air out aghast cries, telling me how mean I am and that I shouldn’t keep her under the water for so long.

She won’t say it, but I’ll gladly speak for her mind.

“I know you were scared,” I console, leisurely inching toward the edge.

“Still am,” she croaks.

“Good news is, you pass,” I congratulate her, indifferent.

Her nails dig harder into my shoulders, conveying her irritation and misery mutely. She writhes once her back hits the cool tile, using her hips to push my waist away as I loom over her. We’re still in the deep end of the pool, and if I let go, she’ll sink.

She knows it, so her thrashing stops for now. Disappointment knocks my gut as I no longer see tears in her red-rimmed eyes.

“I hate you,” she says, voice barely above a whisper.

I support her with one arm under her plump ass, wiping the streaks of tears with the other, and lean closer for a better look at her sullen face.

“You don’t hate me,” I taunt, suppressing a grin.

My pretty girl can never hate me, no matter how much she acts like she despises my ploys to court her. I know they are effective, proven by her rapid heartbeat and meek demeanor.

If I went the normal way, my presence would be kicked to the back of her head with other suitors. I made a lasting impression, and I plan on continuing it.

“We’re done,” she mumbles, coughing into her hand.

Done with the activity, not our time.

I nudge my hips, forcing her thighs to spread wider around my waist, and drag her clothed pussy on my abs. Her eyes fly to mine, horror collecting on her fluttering lashes as she hiccups.

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