Page 14 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

There is probably something sick about that, but so be it. If I only have three days to nurture the twisted needs inside of me, I’m not going to inhibit them. I’m going to take advantage. I’m not just a simple voyeur. Some dude who gets his rocks off watching other people have sex. It’s a very specific scenario that gets me hard. And it all traces back to that day, that strange fucking day. Ruby’s last tutoring session with me.

While my father was visiting.

Yeah, this sickness is all tangled up in Ruby, just like the rest of my libido.

God, maybe even my heart.

How else can I explain how my entire world was rocked by seeing her again?

How else can I explain how fast my pulse is racing now, my stomach in knots?

“Dean,” she whimpers, loving the way I’m sucking her neck, that spinner body perched right on my stiffness, unable to keep still. Jesus, she’s so sweet.

“Bet he couldn’t keep his tongue out of this pretty mouth, either, could he?” I rasp, praying she doesn’t think I’m weird for wanting a play-by-play.

For enjoying it.

“N-no, he couldn’t,” she whispers, tipping her head to the left so I can reach more of her neck, rubbing my scruff against the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear.

“Tell me more,” I demand.

“We parked for a while and, um…” I hear her swallow. “Are you sure you want to hear about…this?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t sure,” I assure her, stroking a hand down her wet hair. “Dean and I might hate each other, but thinking of how he probably couldn’t keep his hands off you…it gives me an ache, angel.”

She blinks, but her gaze is free of judgment. “Oh.”

“Now, I want to know.” I press our foreheads together. “Did he pull your panties down in some dirty alley and fuck you, Ruby?”

“No,” she gasps, her pupils expanding in the moonlight. Holy shit, this is makingherhorny, too. As if I need one more reason to desire this girl. “No, he didn’t do that. Not yet.”

“Hmm. Whatdidhe do to our little Ruby?” Without warning, I heft her higher, bringing her perky little breasts on level with my mouth, the water splashing around us. I let myself enjoy their bounce for a moment, my balls throbbing over the barely there bathing suit top, how her hot tits are one good thrust from popping free of their scant coverings.Need to see them. Touch them. Using my teeth, I drag aside the silver triangles, one then the other, beginning to circle her pointed nipples with mytongue, groaning over the supple texture of her. “Did he take off your bra and suck on your tits?”

“N-no.”

“Tell me what you did with him, Ruby,” I beg, crossing to her other nipple. Taking as much of her breast in my mouth as I can, suctioning, wanting to fucking maul her.

“We…we parked for a while and I sat on his lap,” she says, breathing hard.

“Were you facing him?”

“Uh-huh.”

A sound stutters out of him. “I bet that made him hard, didn’t it? Our fantasy girl sitting on his dick, kissing him in her innocent pleated skirt.”

A breathy moan escapes her. “Y-yes, he was hard.”

“Did you like making him hard?”

An audible swallow. “Yes.”

I drop my right hand to the surface of the water where it laps against her hips, dragging my knuckle down the silver string of her bikini. “What about you, angel? Was your pussy wet and eager for a ride?”

She nods, her tits rising and falling faster.

“Did youwanthim to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

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