Page 18 of Broken Daddy

Nate rustles around behind me, one broad hand on my lower back as he shifts himself. I frown, not understanding what he’s doing until I feel his erection graze my ass.

“You’re not going to move,” he commands in a low voice. “Unless I tell you to. I’m going to use you, just like this, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll make you feel good. Understood?”

I nod, mindless, a small part of me arguing that I don’t take orders. But at this point, I’ll happily takeanythingfrom this man.

His hand splays across my belly as the other works himself. I can feel his long, firm strokes against my ass, the water starting to lap at our skin with the movements.

“Touch yourself.”

“I—where?”

I’m too hazy with lust to form a coherent thought. I need him to tell me.

“Your breasts. I want to see you play with yourself.”

Hastily, I undo the strings at my neck and the top of my bikini falls, exposing my breasts to the warm air. My nipples are still tight, aching, and I let out a sigh of relief as I cup myself, rolling the pebbles between my fingers. My head drops back onto Nate’s shoulder. He presses closer, his fist working faster now, steady.

“Just like that,” he murmurs.

His hand slides down to my pussy and covers it, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit. I whimper and try to grind against him. Nate chuckles.

“You want this?” he asks, thrusting his hips against my ass. He grips my waist, burying his cock between my ass cheeks, the hard length only getting me more wet.

“Y-yes.”

I want it so badly my core is throbbing. Nate’s fingers dance leisurely in my folds, teasing, dipping just inside my entrance.

“Don’t stop touching yourself.”

With those words, he slides two fingers inside my tight core, stretching me from an angle that I’m not used to. A moan slips out and he rocks against me harder at the sound, the head of his cock catching on my ass, skin on hot wet skin.

“Fuck, I love when you make those sounds.” His admission only makes me moan again, grinding against his hand as he pumps his fingers, thumb teasing my clit.

“I—I’m close.”

“You’re doing so good,” he purrs in my ear, bringing a hand up and covering mine with it, squeezing my breast and rutting against me. “You’re being so good for me. I might just let you come.”

A buzz of electricity runs from my pussy to the tips of my toes. I can feel my orgasm just out of reach, the two of us out of control now as we grind and press together. His chest sticks to my back, breath heavy as he pants in my ear. I can tell he’s close, can literally feel his cock throbbing against my ass as he keeps squeezing my tit, rolling the nipple between his large fingers while he plays with my clit.

With a grunt, Nate comes undone, hips stuttering as he orgasms. He curses and leans back to slide his cock in a fast rhythm against me, a hot spurt of cum covering my lower back. At the same time, he pinches my clit and I follow him immediately, eyes rolling back as the orgasm takes me over completely.

Between the feel of his calloused fingers on my pussy, the grit of the pool wall biting into my palms, and the rough thrusts as he comes down, it’s almost too much stimulation. I whimper and go limp, the only thing holding my weak knees up is Nate’s body pressed against mine.

After a few moments of us catching our breath, he adjusts himself and carefully pulls back.

“Okay?”

I nod. How am I going to get out of the pool? My knees feel useless, body still buzzing from the high of coming on his fingers.

As if he’s heard my thoughts, Nate wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me up once I turn around. He sets me on the edge of the pool and stares up at me with those piercing green eyes.

For only a second, I think about kissing him.

One of those orgasm-drunk, deep, satisfying kisses.

Then he moves away. He slicks his dirty blond hair back and climbs out of the pool, briefs showing every perfect cut of his body.

Clearing his throat, he says, “I’ve got work to do for the rest of the day. I’ll just heat up leftovers. You’re free to…”

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