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“I want to try something,” he said, and I was all ears. “I want you to dip your head into the water until it covers your eyes and nose. I just want your mouth over the surface.”

I needed a moment to understand what he meant, and the more I imagined the position he had in mind, the more excited I got.

“Okay,” I whispered, biting my bottom lip.

I let him guide me from there.

He moved, placing his hands on my hips, and carefully pushing me further over the edge of the pool. My head broke the surface, and I closed my eyes when the water covered half of my face. I kept my mouth open to continue to breath as my nose dipped into the water as well. It was hard not to accidentally breathe in the water through my nose, but I focused and made sure that wouldn’t happen.

The water covered my ears, and I only heard him partially as he spoke to me. I understood him when he asked if I was okay, and I told him that I was. It was a strange position for sure, but more than that, it was dangerous. I could easily get the water down my nose and drown. But I loved the thrill of it. This was nothing new. I often got into the bathtub to try and see how long I could hold my breath.

I would go as far as to say that I loved having near-death experiences, and I had a feeling that Sly was going to try and make me have one too. He was feeding my sickness, and he was making me love him even more than before.

I felt his hands move from my hips to my tits, and he cupped them gently before squeezing them hard. He pinched my nipples and pulled on them. The water splashed against my ears, but I could hear him groan and mutter while he played with my tits.

My body was no different than Wavel’s, and I knew that was what kept him from seeing me. But I hoped that after tonight he would see that it wasn’t her he needed.

SLY

I wrapped my left hand around her throat and dug my fingers into her skin to hold her there. She kept her mouth open to breathe, and I needed to make sure not to drown her. The position she was in should’ve made her nervous, but it didn’t seem that way. On the contrary, it seemed as if she was enjoying this. Her body was way too damn relaxed, and it made me wonder if she had already been fantasizing about something like this. She probably had.

I rubbed my dick with my left hand. I was rock hard and ready to slam into her tight pussy, but I feared that one dip inside of her would make me explode in an instant. I had to be careful. I didn’t want this to be over too quickly.

I didn’t even get to taste her. I was so damn eager to be inside of her that I left out my favorite part of sex. But once I was done fucking her, I would get a taste.

I guided my tip to her pussy, sliding it through her wet folds before gently pushing against her entrance. She was tight, but even with the pressure she must’ve been feeling, she didn’t even flinch.

I smelled her arousal, and I felt her pussy clench every time I dipped my tip into her. I took it slow, needing to keep myself under control.

I looked up to check if she was still doing okay, but nothing had changed. Half of her face was still in the water, with her chin sticking up into the air. Her lips her parted, and her chest rose and fell slowly.

Shit…she could’ve been asleep for all I knew.

This girl amazes me more and more.

I tightened my grip around her neck and placed my other hand on her hip, holding her in place as I pushed into her with force. It felt like a fucking dream at first, but I quickly regretted not going slow. The shockwaves rushing through my body from the tightness pressing around my dick were immense, and I stopped moving to adjust to this newly found, addictive sensation.

She moaned in delight as I cussed, once again making it seem like she was used to this. I knew she wasn’t. She couldn’t have been. Not with the blood staining my dick.

I pulled it out to ease the tension, admiring the mark she had left on me. Goddammit, I can’t let her be the death of me.

Chapter 26

CAIA

He was taking his time fucking me. At first, the pain was immense, but the more he moved, the pain slowly turned into pleasure, and I made sure to relish every bit of it. The way he moved and groaned made me believe that there was more of this to come, but in case this was the last time he was inside of me, I wanted to cherish it forever.

His thrusts were hard, and every time he slammed into me, water splashed into my mouth. I managed to keep breathing, but every now and then, I swallowed the water tasting of chlorin.

Our pool was clean, but I knew Mom and Dad liked to have sex in here. I caught them once. I watched them. It was gross because I was their daughter, but I still watched. I just couldn’t look away. Then again, I wouldn’t have looked away even if it weren’t my parents having sex.

Sly’s grip on my throat tightened, and he pushed my head fully under water. I wasn’t sure if he intended on doing that, or if he simply didn’t realize it, but I didn’t fight it.

I was forced to hold my breath, and I challenged myself to hold it until I couldn’t anymore. I was good at this. I’ve done this many times before. Though, the times I did it, I wasn’t having sex.

With every thrust of his hips, his cock pushed deeper into me. I felt every inch of him inside of me, and nothing had ever felt this good. In addition to how he made me feel, the lack of air in my lungs made this whole situation better. I was on the brim of suffocating, drowning, but all I could think about was dying with him buried deep inside of me.

I had finally gotten what I’ve always wanted, and though he didn’t feel the same for me yet, I would die happy.

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