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“Go ahead, baby. You can have anything you want.”
I lean forward, blowing on his balls, and then without needing prompted, I dart my hand out and feel the heavy weight of them. “Fuck, that’s good. Roll them in your little fingers.”
I do as he commands.
“Jesus. You’ve no idea how good you look on your knees for me.”
“I want you to feed me,” I whimper as I kiss the base of his cock, causing it to jump in my hand. “I want you to cover me in cum and make me a messy girl, Daddy.”
“Damn fucking right, I will.”
He yanks my head back, then takes control of my hand again, jerking it harder and faster, tighter until a guttural groan leaves his lips and his jaw falls slack. “Fuckkk!” He aims his cock, and hot warmth floods my face, over my chin and down my neck, splashing onto my chest. “Jesus, yes.”
His heavy pants fill the air. “Pull your top down and paint your nipples,” he bites out, as if is pains him. “Let me see you paint them.”
I move quickly, pulling the cups to the side, and then I trail my finger through the cum and over my peaked tips.
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, Little Nightmare.”
JENSEN
How the hell I ended up with Immie on my lap in the hot tub is beyond me. The moment I stepped in here, I was followed by Immie, Fern, Fen, and his girlfriend. They’ve been laughing and teasing one another, though it plays out like background noise, and I drink my beer while concentrating on not getting hard. Though it’s become increasingly difficult when her ass rubs against me every opportunity she gets.
“Aww, did you never have real cash as pocket money?” Marlie teases Fen with a pout. “Poor you!” She squeezes his cheek, and he pushes her off before splashing her.
I take another sip of my beer.
“Your father hates me,” Marlie announces to the group, and Fen throws his head back on a deep laugh.
“My father hates everyone.”
“Well, we love you enough.” Fern shrugs. “Ignore him.”
Marlie turns her head over her shoulder toward Zane.
Fuck. The murderous look in his eyes is like nothing I’ve ever witnessed before. His focus remains locked on Marlie, like he’s a predator about to rip apart his prey.
Marlie swallows hard before ducking away from his stare.
“If I go missing, your father is the culprit.”
I choke on my drink. Jesus, she has no idea how accurate that might actually be. The group burst out into fits of laughter, but poor Marlie looks like she’d rather drown in the hot tub than step foot out of it again.
Immie slides back and forth over my cock, and I almost drop my beer with her blatant move. I’ve no choice but to reach out and hold her hip to still her.
I lean forward until my mouth meets her ear. “Stop teasing, Little Nightmare,” I groan, and she smiles against me.
Unable to help myself, I glide my hand over her soft stomach, and when she pushes it out, my cock jumps.
Jesus, she’d look incredible pregnant, swollen with my baby.
She rests her hand over mine beneath the water, and my cock leaks pre-cum as I imagine fucking up into her while she bounces on my cock, full and round with my child.
Holy shit, where did that come from?
My hand travels up her torso, and I’m grateful her shoulders are below the water, giving me the opportunity to explore her further.
The group begins chatting about the differences in growing up. Marlie is completely enthralled, and it’s not lost on me that Immie remains silent.
