Page 23 of Captive Rival: Armani
Nuzzling her neck, I nip at her tender skin and murmur, “Nothing like a little hatefuck, I always say.”
“You’re disgusting,” she shoots back, but she’s pumping me slowly under the water, her thumb circling the head of my cock after every stroke, just the way I like it.
“Don’t pretend it’s not turning you on,” I growl.
I grab her knees and lift them up, hitching them on either side of my waist, leaving her pussy exposed and open for me. Fully expecting her to sass me more, I’m pleasantly surprised when Candi lines me up against her, tracing the vertical line of her slit with my fat tip. Up and down, up and down, sharp little breaths escaping her. She’s soaking wet; I can feel her obvious slickness even in the warm water.
It’s easy, so easy, to slide my dick in her. She tilts her head back, taking me in one deep, perfect thrust. I kiss her throat, then bite her neck, drawing a surprised gasp from her throat, a combination of shock and physical pleasure she can’t deny.
I whisper, “You were saying?”
“Dis. Gus. Ting,” she hisses, but she makes no move to get away from me.
Instead, she repositions herself, wrapping her legs more tightly around me, giving me even deeper access. Groaning at the hot, tight feel of her, I adjust my grip on the side of the pool and begin to fuck her in earnest. The sweet, wet glide has me biting back cuss words and grunts with every thrust. Pumping into her at this angle, both of us weightless in the water, is an experience we’ve never had together. And knowing one of the staff could walk in on us at any moment only makes it hotter.
“You fucking take that cock, you nasty little exhibitionist,” I can’t help whispering. “Take it all, you bad girl. Every last fucking inch.”
Candi gently bites my shoulder, muffling the sound of her wails. We’ve found our rhythm, both of us moaning as I pound into her with everything I’ve got. The warmth and pressure I’m feeling builds higher and higher, my shaft practically vibrating with pleasure. Realizing I’m starting to lose control, I rein myself in, switching to shorter, shallower thrusts. But this only seems to get Candi off even more, judging by the way her nails claw at my back.
“You like that?” I whisper in her ear.
“I hate you,” she says, sucking my earlobe into her mouth.
Water laps around us gently, the sloshing sound punctuated by her moans.
“I didn’t go to bed with anyone last night,” I tell her. “I saved it for you. For this.”
“I don’t believe y—”
I cut her off with a kiss, driving into her faster again, dropping one hand underwater so I can slip my finger between her cheeks and toy with her asshole. It fills me with power, owning her every hole. Mouth, ass, pussy—all mine.
I break our kiss just long enough to say, “I own you,” and then clamp my mouth over hers again, my tongue stroking in time with every thump of my dick.
She moans blissfully, sucking my tongue like she’s hungry for it. When her knees tighten at my sides, I know she’s about to come. I slow my pace again but stay deep inside her, using my hand on her ass to bounce her up and down on my cock. There’s no mistaking the moment of her climax. A choked sound spills out of her as we kiss, as she digs her nails into my scalp, as her pussy contracts around me. It drives me right over the edge.
My body explodes with pleasure, a rush of euphoria washing over me. I ride it out, pumping every last drop of myself into her, until the water begins to still and I can finally catch my breath.
The sound of footsteps has me glancing toward the doorway.
Grinning shamelessly, I expect to see a steward or one of the mafia heads, but instead find Esme standing there frozen. She’s in huge designer sunglasses, those six-inch heels, and a string bikini, eyeing me and Candi with a bratty little pout. I give her a slow wink, my cock still buried in my wife’s cunt.
Candi turns to see who I’m looking at, and I catch a smile curving her lips when she sees who it is. Her nemesis.
An aftershock gives me a shiver, and Esme huffs, spins on her heel, and stalks off. Candi tenses, her head turning slightly to follow the other woman.
“Bye, bitch,” I hear her say under her breath.
Gotta admit—I love this shit.
9
CANDI
My victory is sweet,and I’m enjoying it. Small though it may be.
Yes, I technically broke my own rule about not letting Armani touch me on this trip. But I made him come to me first. I ignored his attempt at flirting, gave him the cold shoulder, and then flaunted my wet, naked body clear as day just to make him want me even more. I left him no choice but to jump in the pool and chase after me. The power was all mine.
Not that I didn’t thoroughly appreciate the orgasm he gave me. Or the look on Esme’s face when she caught us. I’ll treasure that moment of triumph for the rest of my life. Yes, I’m that petty.
