Page 42 of Ugly Duckling
I stood up and took her with me, ignoring the way my legs protested as I did.
“Because I don’t want to have to explain to the pool people who clean my hot tub why I need them to drain it,” I explained.
“Drain it?”
“Yeah,” I said as I let her feet slip to the floor on the concrete outside the hot tub. “You know all that white substance that tends to come out when a man orgasms?”
She choked. “Um…”
The way she was hesitating made me wonder.
“Did your husband ever ejaculate when he was inside of you?”
She choked. “I mean…I think so? I have no idea. How would I know?”
I wanted to laugh, but I knew that if I did, she’d get offended.
“You’d be very, very wet down there if he came inside of you,” I explained as I pulled out of her.
A whimper left her lips, and I found that I really liked the sound.
Reaching down between her legs, I gathered some of the release I’d left behind then brought it up to her nipples and rubbed it in. “This. This is cum.”
She reached down and dipped her fingers between her legs, feeling inside of her.
I had no clue why the move made my cock get hard all over again, but I was seconds away from bending her over the hot tub and sliding back inside.
“Oh.” She hesitated. “I don’t actually know, to be honest. I don’t think that I’ve ever felt this before. Jesus.”
It made me wonder other things as well.
“Have you ever had an orgasm with your ex?” I asked, not knowing why I cared.
“Um, no.” She scoffed. “Usually I just laid there until he was finished. It was always very quick.”
I couldn’t stand the vulnerability in her eyes. Nor did I like the way that she looked like she was backing away from me.
Catching her before she could go much farther than a single step, I turned her around and pressed into her.
Her breath caught.
“Gunner…”
I pushed her feet farther apart and widened my own stance before pressing back inside of her.
She groaned and braced her hands on the hot tub ledge.
“Gunner!”
I pulled back, then shoved forward, our skin making a wet slapping noise as I did.
“Ohh,” she groaned. “That feels so good.”
“Put your hand back between your legs,” I urged. “Feel how wet you are now?”
I watched as her hand dipped between her thighs, felt her soft fingers brush my balls and cock as she explored herself.
“There it is,” I said. “Feel how wet you are? How easy I slip inside of you?”
