Page 12 of Praise Me: Pilot (Praise Me Daily #6)

Joel

I ’ve always been a sane and logical individual.

But the longer I’m around Haylo, the more my sanity betrays me.

I’m being pushed over a line I’ve never faced before, let alone crossed.

I’ve widened my stance beneath the surface of the pool, in order to bring her lush backside level with my lap, need vibrating through me when I tuck my cock between those juicy cheeks, roving my hands freely under the water, where no one can see what I’m doing, although I’m not sure if an audience would even stop me at this point.

My drive to touch Haylo is too great. Too urgent. The tan slopes of her shoulders are so hot and smooth, I’m restraining myself from biting her.

The second round of noisy chicken fights kicks off in the center of the pool, but my fingers are down the front of Haylo’s bikini bottoms, massaging her untried pussy, while she breathes faster against me, her bottom shifting around in my lap, like she doesn’t know what to do, how to be turned on so blatantly in public.

I know the feeling. My dick could function as a fucking coatrack, thanks to her angelic mouth and devilish curves.

God, the need to fuck her is overpowering.

I’m seeing double. My balls are being twisted in a vise.

The cheers around me grow muffled, distorted, when I part her flesh and slowly drive my middle finger into her tight cunt, growling into the crown of her head, because even in waist-deep water, she’s creamy as hell.

Ready to give me that first ride of her forbidden, young body.

How the hell am I going to make it to the end of this party without dragging her off into a hidden corner of the backyard and screwing her silly?

The lust is annihilating me, yes, but there’s also a need to impress upon her that there’s never been anyone like her.

There will never be anyone like her. Fate has taken a hand in what’s going on between us.

It has given me my soul mate. Haylo is doubtful of men, but I can distract her from that with pleasure until she knows she can trust me.

Until she knows what I know. That I’ll never look at another woman again as long as I live.

I draw my finger out slowly, replacing it with two, earning me a whimper that almost gets swallowed up by the chicken fight racket. “Daddy is going to put his cock here so often, young lady, you’ll feel empty without his balls shoved up against your asshole.”

She sucks in a breath, her cunt pulsing around my fingers.

Oh fuck. This could become an addiction.

No. It already is .

Divining how she feels about something by feeling her pussy’s response.

“I think you’re excited to be my constant fuck toy,” I rasp against her ear.

The tendons between her legs twist and strangle my plunging fingers.

“Want to know how I know that?” I push deep and tickle that coarse spot deep inside of her, her body jolting and shaking against me in the water.

“Because you were dripping wet when I finished fucking your throat last night. You were born to be my horny plaything, same way you were born to be treated like a spoiled princess, angel. You get both with me. I’ll put diamonds around your throat and watch them sparkle while I rail you like a tramp. ”

“S-s-stop. Stop, I’m going to…”

“Oh, I know. I feel how close you are. I’ll always know.”

“But I’m going to s-scream.”

Looking around the pool for the first time in long minutes, I notice a few of the fathers are watching me covertly, but none of the mothers or daughters seem to be aware that I’m fingering Haylo to an orgasm while the competition rages on.

It occurs to me that we could be the next to compete and I have no idea how I’m going to do that, considering I’m stiff to bursting in my trunks, her thong tangled in the strings of my shorts, on account of her writhing there. Writhing. Working me up so good.

A body crashes down into the water several feet away.

“Good effort, Kaylie!” A pause. “Next up is Ford versus…Haylo and her fill-in—”

A horn honks on the other side of the sorority house and everyone’s head turns in the direction of the sound. Except for mine. My face is buried in the curve of Haylo’s neck, my fingers fucking between her thighs, listening to her breath coming in shallow pants.

“The food truck is here early,” announces the girl that announces everything. “We could only afford it for half an hour, so I guess we better put the next round of chicken fights on hold for a while. We’ll resume after we eat.”

Everyone leaves the pool at once, a lot of the parents noticeably drunker than before. Haylo and I remain where we are as, one by one, daughters and their parents wrap themselves in towels and vanish out of sight to the driveway where the food truck is waiting.

“Daddy…” Haylo moans where we’re alone. “I need you.”

My cock throbs angrily. “Need my fuck?”

“Uh-huh,” she hiccups.

God help me, this is going to happen right here, right now.

In her sorority house pool. With limited time.

But I can’t think of another option when hunger is suffocating me and she’s asking for it out loud.

Quickly, I turn Haylo around to face me and suction our mouths together, crushing her up against the concrete wall of the pool.

I untie the laces of my shorts with a frantic hand, setting loose my starving cock, jerk aside the flimsy white material of her thong bottoms, and pump home.

She cries out into our kiss, but I double the suction of my mouth, placating her, keeping her as quiet as possible while I thrust gently, letting her acclimate, stretching her innocent flesh while I reel from the impact of it.

Of her. How well she takes me, even though she’s tighter than a fucking whip.

Her eyes are on mine, dutiful, curious, slowly growing smokier.

Needy. And I don’t need any more encouragement than that to start a slow but thorough plunder of her depths, her lithe thighs locked around me in the pool, her arms wrapped around my neck, my hips starting to rock harder, more insistently, her breath escaping in a trembling hiss, telling me she’s ready for rough.

“Does it hurt, angel?”

“No, it feels so good,” she whines, her head falling back.

Those shiny, wet tits pop free of their triangles and I ram my cock into her all the harder for it, watching them pucker and bounce, though I’m keeping one eye on the side yard, thoroughly aware that we don’t have long before everyone returns with their food.

“Jesus Christ, they don’t make cunts any tighter than this,” I groan into her neck.

“Built to tease everyone’s pricks, weren’t you?

Twitching that high ass around in a little thong, letting men know you’ve got a death clamp between your legs.

Not anymore.” I sink my teeth into her neck with a rumbling growl.

“You’ll spread them open when I tell you to, young lady. Enough teasing, start pleasing.”

She whimpers and works her hips, taking me in and out.

Eager to give pleasure.

But so am I.

I put my thumb on her clit and stroke, feeling it swell, along with the walls of her mind-blowing pussy, telling me she’s on the verge of coming.

Thank God. At the pace I’m banging her, water sloshing in every direction, I’m going to be done soon, too.

She’s so supple and so snug, I want to stay here for hours, but my balls are screaming for release.

The water keeps me from hitting full speed, though. Need more friction.

More gravity.

More, more, more.

Delirious with lust, I walk us to the steps of the pool and climb out, Haylo still bouncing like a dream on my dick, her ass gripped in two hands.

My loins are straining, telling me it’s time for both of us to finish and with that in mind, I drop to my knees in the grass beside the pool and fuck her for broke, our flesh slapping loudly in the sunlight, my grunts merging with her whimpers.

I glance up to find one of the fathers watching us from behind a tree, his hand jerking furiously in his pants, but I’m too lost in her heat to stop.

“You like that? You like making me an animal?” I spit on her tits.

One, two. The walls of her sex jerk tighter in response to my saliva rolling down her nipples and I know, I know she’s going to keep me in sexual pain until the day I die.

She’s going to keep me begging. Holding myself deep, deep, deep, I swat her tits sharply, making her back arch with excitement.

Bliss. Damn, she’s hot to trot. Every man’s dream, but I’m the first and last one who’ll nail her down.

“No college boy punks for this high-quality pussy. You’re a man’s job. ”

She opens her knees wider at that pronouncement, as if to agree with me like a good little girl, and my come refuses to stay put for another second.

“Daddy’s coming,” I slur, falling onto her, shoving my face into the crook of her neck and humping like a maniac, losing awareness of reality.

There’s nothing but her squeals of ecstasy as she peaks, followed by my heavy dick giving in and blowing into her tightness, her knees wide open in the grass where I’ve pinned them with my hands, and lord, my hips keep jerking, more semen than I’ve ever released fountaining into her, filling and overflowing, seeping onto our skin, into the grass, splashing onto her belly and mine.

Absently, I hear a male groan in the distance, too, but I can’t focus on that now.

I fix Haylo’s bathing suit and shove my still half-erect cock back into my shorts, carrying her to the pool and getting back inside, cradling her against me while she comes down, her breathing slowly restoring to even.

People are beginning to file back into the yard when something wondrous happens.

Haylo looks up at me with wonder in her eyes.

“Will you take me home?” She wraps her arms around my waist, her cheek nestling between my pecs. “I want to be alone with my…boyfriend.”