Page 74 of The Right Garza
This man. He’s something else, I swear. “Oh, how you flatter me with your words.”
We swim toward each other and I lock my legs and arms around him. With the tip of my tongue, I lick water droplets from his face. “You’re beautiful wet,” I tell him.
He swims with me locked around him like a koala until my back is against the pool wall. “And when I’m dry?”
“Intimidating, but hot as hell.”
“Hmm,” he hums as he peppers kisses along my neck.
My nipples tighten. “You’re gonna fuck me in this pool, aren’t you?”
Taking my hand, he guides it down between us, to his rock-hard cock. “What doesthistell you?”
Yep. He’s definitely going to fuck me in this newly renovated pool. And it’s going to be on the cameras. And Maggie is going to look out the windows and see us. And I want him so badly right now thatI don’t even care.
I sneak my hand down inside the waistband of his boxers and wrap my fingers around his hardness.
He groans deep in his throat.
“I’m so wet for you…” I whisper against his cheek.
He dips his head to suck and lave at my breasts while one hand glides to my center. Shocks of desire ruptures inside me, making me writhe like a demon against his touch, heartbeat thumping with urgency,needing him.
“Here,” he whispers against my skin, working me over with his fingers. “You want me here?”
“Yes…yes.”
“I know,” he mumbles. “Your greedy little pussy won’t let my fingers go.”
“Because it wants you.It wants you. Inside me.” I’m damn near crying at this point. “Come on. Fill me. Fuck me. Please.Now.”
“See how you get?” he breathes out. “Greedy and demanding.” He bites my shoulder. “And then you say it’s all me.”
“Trent!”
“Always so needy.”
“I swear to god…” Feverish and frustrated, I aggressively shove down his boxers.
He lifts me, the water splashing around us, and then he’s inside me.
“Ohmygod—yes,” I gasp out as he fills me.
“She loves my cock so much she thinks I’m god.”
“I—”
He thrusts in deep.
“—hate you so much.”
“You and your pussy need to get on the same page, ‘cause she’s speaking an entirely different language, baby.”
“Asshole.”
He fucks me good and hard against the wall, taunting me with his words. Infuriating me and blowing my mind at the same time. He’s the only man who’s ever filled me up so completely, leaving me longing for nothing, wanting nothing, missing nothing, craving nothing buthim.
He’s everything…everything…
