Page 33 of Carver's Obsession

“Wait. Aren’t we going up to the room?” she asked.

Carver’s hand came down on her tender bottom. “No. We’re going to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Erica tried to turn enough to see what was happening in front of them. When she heard the splashes, her grip on him tightened.

“Don’t you dare think about throwing me in, Carver.”

He chuckled. “What would you do to me if I did?”

“No sex for a week,” she said.

He snorted. “Babe, I think I could probably last longer than you. I can guess you’d be begging for me within a day.”

Erica tried to think about that, but her mind was foggy from being high on the pot.

Erica heard a few more screams and splashes. “I mean it,” she growled.

He pulled her back over and into his arms. Her first thought was that she wanted to wipe the grin off his face, but she knew she was already in trouble.

“Babe,” he said.

“What?”

“Hold your breath.”

It took her a moment to understand, but she was already flying through the air and then hit the water. Even though the water was warm, the shock of it helped wake her from the fog a bit.

When she surfaced, she saw several of the couples already making out. She turned to look at Carver, and her eyes widened as she watched his clothes come off. Fortunately, he kept his boxers on and then dived in after her.

She screamed and tried to get to the side, but her skirt was wrapped around her legs, making it impossible to move. She growled in frustration.

“Oh, no, you don’t, Little Worm.”

A hard arm wrapped around her waist, and her back pressed against his chest. She could feel the heat seep through her shirt, making her shiver. He pressed her up against the side of the pool.

“Hang on,” he said.

Erica wrapped her hands around the edge. She looked around to see a few couples going at it, and if she wasn’t mistaken, a few were getting fucked right there in front of everyone. She should have felt some shock at that, but after living with this group for a while, nothing surprised her.

“Hey, Babe. If I were you, I’d concentrate on yourself.”

It was then she realized he had her skirt up around her waist, and her panties were gone.

“Wait,” she said.

He chuckled. “No. I think this might be what it takes to get you under control.”

She snorted. “Good luck with that.” It would take more than this to get her to mind him.

She felt his finger slide into her and closed her eyes. She would never get sick of feeling him inside of her. Anywhere. Be it her mouth, cunt, or ass. She was surprised she had come to crave the edgy tight feeling of him sinking his cock into her ass.

She stiffened when his finger went from her cunt and speared into her ass.

“Ahhh.”

He chuckled.

He finger fucked her a few times to stretch her out, and then she felt pressure as he worked his cock into her ass.

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