Page 98 of Your Sharpest Edge
“Anyone could walk up.”
My hand got closer to her inner thighs as the other held her lower waist tightly.
I looked back at the door. I had only rented the pool for the daytime, and now anyone could come out and watch us.
“Isn’t that part of the fun?” I winked at her before carefully moving her to the recliner, spreading her thighs.
“Wait,” she murmured as I pulled the bottoms of her bikini out of the way.
“What do you need?” I paused, waiting for her. “Tell me, malyshka. Tell me who you need.”
“I need you,” she whispered.
“Let me taste you.” She nodded, and my tongue met her very wet cunt. I lapped her drippings up like I hadn’t drunk water in months.
“I’m fucking parched,” I muttered as I continued to use my tongue to fuck her in all the ways I could. I wanted to brand every part of her body so everyone knew she was mine.
“Anyone,” she moaned. Her hands dropped, and she gripped the handrails of the recliner as she lifted her hips so her sopping pussy was right in my face. “Can see us.”
“And?” I said, giving her one last lick before lifting my eyes to hers. “Tell me you want to stop, and I will.”
I paused, waiting to see what she would say as my hands remained carefully on her thighs.
“No.” She gripped the sides of the chair and rolled her head back. “Please. Don’t stop.”
I brought my mouth down to her again and licked her furiously until her hips thrust into my mouth, allowing me to go deeper while I circled her cunt.
“I’m going to come,” she screeched.
Her hips thrust up toward me once more, and then her pussy convulsed around me as she alternated between moaning and groaning.
“Such a good girl.” I praised her as I kissed her sensitive folds, savoring the way she trembled beneath me.
Her taste lingered on my lips, and I quickly positioned her into a sitting position at the edge of the chair, needing to feel her mouth on me, to share this hunger.
Before I took things further, I stood with one hand on the waistband of my swim trunks, gently brushing a thumb againsther cheek. “You okay with this?” I asked, making sure she felt comfortable.
When she nodded, I spread my legs to lower myself, my cock perfectly aligning with her pretty pink mouth.
I grabbed my rock-hard dick and pulled it out of my shorts. It was dripping with precum. I pumped a few times to show her how ready I was and how desperate I was for Anastasia Illyiana’s lips to wrap around me.
“It won’t fit.” Her big doe eyes stared at me, and little did she know that only made me harder.
“You’ve got this, malyshka,” I murmured, brushing my thumb against her bottom lip with a reassuring touch. “Remember, if it’s too much, just tap my leg.”
I gave her a moment, letting her feel safe, then slowly teased her lips with my tip. “That’s it... You’re doing so well. Open your jaw for me.”
I rubbed her cheeks, encouraging her jaw to loosen up. My thighs shook from not standing up straight, but the pain only added to the pleasure clouding my vision.
Her mouth was exactly how I imagined it would be—warm, sweet, and fucking perfection as she wrapped her tongue around my cock, trying to lick around it while she sucked.
“Good girl. You’re doing such a good job.” I praised her again, noting the way she seemed to spread her thighs a little wider when I did.
“Almost there,” I said as I pushed in a little deeper.
My head rolled back, and I could’ve sworn I heard the soft click of the door open and then shut, but I didn’t give a fuck. It didn’t seem to rattle Anastasia either, so I just kept going. If they wanted to stay and watch the goddess beneath me let me fuck her mouth, so be it.
I hit the back of her throat, and I looked down. A tear rolled down her cheek. Pulling away for a moment, I gave her a small reprieve, letting her breathe.
