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My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to jump in the pool.

When I surfaced, he finished stepping out of his pants and prepared to jump in after me.

His erection bobbed underneath his boxers with each step he took, and I found myself biting my lip while I stared.

He grinned at me before diving in, slicing smoothly into the water.

Fuck. He could swim. No wonder he gave me a head start. I kicked my legs and moved my arms, pushing myself away from him. He swam after me, speeding underwater like a shark hunting down prey. A mixture of excitement and fear pulsed through me. I swam faster toward the opposite end of the pool.

Within seconds, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back. A yelp of surprise tore through my lips as he spun me around to collide with his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me above water.

"Got you," he said, eyes flaming with desire.

I let out a laughing shriek and clung onto him while he carried me through the water, his hands gripping my ass. "That's not fair, you're crazy fast!"

"I warned you, baby." He kept his arms tight around me, holding me close with my breasts against his chest. "You're all mine now."

My back met the edge of the pool, and he hiked me up higher on him so that his erection pressed against my thin pink bikini bottoms. I instinctively rocked my hips, my breasts bouncing up and down in the water.

Mr. Miller looked down at my tits smacking all over the water and his chest. He groaned, his hands reaching behind me to untie my bikini top before pulling it away and throwing it somewhere in the pool.

Then he groped my breasts—pulling, squeezing, kneading.

I threw my head back, moans ripping out of me loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," he muttered, his hands getting rougher. "You ruined me for other women, you know that?"

I stared at him, heat flushing my cheeks. "W-what? What do you mean?"

He twisted my nipples harder, pulling gasps from me. "That meeting I was at? It was with my ex wife. She asked me to get back together with her, and you know what I said?"

My eyes widened, as much as they could considering he still tugged and groped my tits while saying all of this. "Mmm... I'm guessing 'no'?"

"Guessing or hoping?" He brought his head down, his lips gently touching my nipple while his tongue flicked out to taste me.

My hips reflexively ground against him, a smile on my face at the feel of his hard cock bumping against my pussy. "Both."

"You'd be right," Mr. Miller mumbled, slurping my nipple into his hot mouth. He sucked with hunger, the noises reminiscent of a baby feeding from a bottle.

I should've at least been a little jealous, but it was hard to be when he touched me like this.

He cupped my breasts, feeling their weight, his eyes sparkling like a teenager getting their hands on their first pair of tits.

It made me feel worshipped in a way I'd never experienced before.

After getting his fill of one breast, he popped my nipple out of his mouth and moved to the other.

"Mmm... good," I moaned, stroking his hair with my hand, my eyes closed as I reveled in pleasure. "Because I don't think I could give this up."

He smirked against my nipple. "Yeah? You'd be a good little slut and fuck me while she's sleeping or away, wouldn't you?" His tongue wrestled with my nipple, sending shockwaves through me.

"Fuck yes," I admitted shamelessly, leaning my head back and gasping while his tongue lapped at my sensitive peaks. I couldn't take this anymore. I needed his cock. "I'd fuck your cock so fucking good, you wouldn't be able to have sex with her without having to think of me just to come."

His body stiffened, and his tongue froze. He took his mouth from my breast, letting it bounce free before staring up at me with fire in his eyes.

I looked back at him, biting my lip from the intensity of his gaze. "What—"

Mr. Miller crashed his lips against mine, swallowing down the rest of my words.

I made a sound of surprise, but he ignored it, his mouth continuing to dominate me.

Once the shock settled in, I kissed him back, putting us both in a tangled mess of lips and tongue.

His arms tightened around my waist, pushing my bare breasts firmer against his chest.

I bucked my hips on his erection, and he yanked down his boxers, freeing his thick length into the water.

We didn't take our lips off each other, our hands frantically reaching down between our bodies.

I yanked my pink bikini bottoms to the side and he positioned his cock at my entrance.

When he pushed inside me, I moaned into his mouth.

"Ohhh, fuck. Yes. Yes." I bounced up and down on his cock, and he slid his hands to my ass, supporting me as I fucked him. "Mmm, yes. Mr. Miller..."

"You feel so good, Mya." His eyes rolled back, his jaw slack while he used his hold on my ass to slide me up and down his dick. "So damn perfect. Fucking your boyfriend's dad in the pool like this, my good little slut..."

My body jerked with pleasure, which only turned him on more. He pounded into me harder, faster, making the water in the pool crash wildly around us. I kept my hips in pace with his, my moans and whimpers echoing off the trees around the backyard. He grunted and growled like a crazed animal.

As we fucked, I thought about how hot it'd be if a neighbor was watching us right now.

Seeing an older man drill his cock into a much younger woman—his hands on my ass and my tits bouncing in his face—has got to be quite a sight.

I threw my head back, moaning and grinding into his delicious dick, imagining someone jerking off to us right now.

"Fuck... Fuck... I'm coming..." I breathed out, shaking and twitching as an orgasm rolled through my body. Mr. Miller kept drilling into me, trailing his lips to my neck and across my collarbone, moaning while my pussy squeezed his cock.

"I'll never get tired of feeling you come on my dick," he said against my neck, planting wet kisses down to the swells of my breasts. "It's the best feeling in the world."

His words combined with his hard length still fucking me caused pressure to build in my core again. My eyes widened when I realized he was bringing me to the cusp of another orgasm. I moved my hands to his wet chest, pushing slightly. "Stop."

His eyes wandered from my bouncing tits to my face. He raised his eyebrow, pounding my pussy even harder. "Why would I do that? I'm not done with you."

"Because... I want to ride you on the lounge chair."

Mr. Miller's eyes burned with desire. He bit down on his lip, slowing his thrusts. "Jesus, where the fuck did Jack find you? The pits of hell?"

I laughed and raked my nails down his chest, making him shudder. "No. The library of our University."

"Of course." He smirked, shaking his head as he pulled out of me and watched me climb out of the pool, still topless.

He stood there staring for a moment, admiring the sunlight glistening off my wet skin and my long hair clinging to the curve of my back.

Droplets of water slid off my body while I walked over to the lounge chairs, my hips swaying and my tits bouncing with every step.

"Jesus Christ," Mr. Miller muttered, getting out of the pool and following me.

He lay back on the lounge chair he sat on earlier, the one in full view of the living room window.

His dick was still fully erect, soaked and glistening with my juices.

His balls were pulled out of his boxers, sitting there looking fucking delicious.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. I wanted to suck his dick so damn bad, but Jack could be home at any moment. Already, we took a risk by doing this out in the open where anyone could see. He watched me and started stroking his cock. As his eyes wandered down my body, his hands moved faster.

"I could come just from this view," he said in between grunts.

If I'd been sober, I would've blushed at the sight of him jerking off to my half-naked body. Instead, it fueled my flames of lust, propelling me forward.

"Not yet." I straddled him, his eyes darkening as I began lowering myself onto his cock. He let out a deep growl when his angry red tip pushed inside me, but I stopped at the base of his head. "I want to hear more about how I've ruined you for other women."

"Witch," he groaned, bucking his hips upward, shoving himself further inside my tight hole.

I squeezed my pelvic floor muscles, blocking him from going any further, and he threw his head back.

"Yes. Yes. You've ruined me for other women.

I can't even go back to my ex wife after experiencing your perfect, sweet pussy. Does that make you happy?"

I grinned, biting my lip and holding back a moan while sliding further down his cock. "You like my pussy?"

Mr. Miller's body twitched, his hands finding my hips as he watched his dick inch inside of me. At the halfway point, he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. "You're fucking torturing me."

I laughed and rocked my hips gently on his cock. He tightened his grip on me, his voice whispering a string of jumbled words under his breath. He hated not being in control—I knew that—but I loved seeing him come undone underneath me.

He thrusted again, keeping a firm hold on my hips. His cock drove deeper, stretching me open, impaling my pussy like a warm, wet pole. My head fell back, and I brought my hands up to twist my nipples, my moans echoing around the backyard.

"I love your pussy," Mr. Miller confessed, roaming my body with his hands.

"I love your tits, your ass, your skin. Your lips, your hair, and your curves.

I love how shy you get and how much of a dirty little slut you secretly are.

" He smirked, bringing one of his hands down to grab my left ass cheek.

"I couldn't be with another woman, cause I'd be thinking about fucking you the whole time. "

He strengthened his grip on my hip and ass, then thrusted up while holding me in place.

A loud moan ripped through him as the rest of his cock sank deep inside me.

I let out a shrieking moan, filled with overwhelming pleasure and sweet pain.

We sat there unmoving for a few moments, me seated on top of him, both of us panting like thirsty dogs.

"This right here." Mr. Miller bucked his hips. "This pussy is heaven."

"Fuuuuck." My eyes rolled back, my own hips rolling and grinding in response. He filled me up so well—every small movement made me whimper.

He took his hand from my ass and gripped the back of my neck, tangling his fingers through my hair as I started bouncing up and down on his cock. He held me in place by my hair and hip, pounding back at me with brute force, my tits shaking wildly.

"God, yes. Yes. Jesus Christ. Fuck. Fuck," Mr. Miller kept grunting, along with a bunch of other words I couldn't understand. He seemed to be in a fuck daze, his eyes locked on my bouncing tits while his hips snapped relentlessly. His balls slapped against my soaked pussy each time our bodies met.

The smacking sounds of my body colliding with his filled the backyard as we fucked, our animalistic moans enough to make the birds fly out of the trees.

He alternated between sucking and biting my bouncing breasts, one hand still in my hair while the other squeezed every inch of my body possessively.

Every so often, he'd look up into my eyes, his hands caressing my most sensitive areas.

His balls tightened underneath me, and he bit down hard on my nipple. "Shit," he groaned. "I'm going to come in your soaked pussy, baby. When your sexy body is all dripping wet like this. You're riding daddy's cock like such a good girl. Daddy's good little slut."

I leaned my head back, the pressure in my core building. "You like it when I ride your cock, don't you daddy?"

"Fuck. FUCK!" he roared, fingernails digging deep in my skin as he came, jerking inside my tight body. He held me firmly against him, rocking his hips and moaning while his cum spilled deep in my womb.

The look of pure ecstasy on his face set me off, and my pussy pulsed with my own intense orgasm.

My eyes fluttered closed while I ground against him, riding out every last bit of pleasure.

He watched me the whole time, his hands wandering to twist my nipples, squeeze my ass, and caress the goosebumps on my skin.

When I stopped moving, he didn't wait for me to catch my breath. He sat up and kissed me, once, twice, and a third time. His lips moved from my mouth down to my neck, then across my shoulders, before dipping to kiss my breasts.

I couldn't hold back my smile, and I leaned into his touch. "What are you doing to me?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He kissed me again, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. "Witch."