“No,” she whispered as she realized he was going to make her cum. “Oh, no… You can’t,” she groaned as his fingers became more insistent, his cock, more demanding.
He slid his other hand up and over her round firm breasts and Bridget gasped as her nipples tightened into hard erect buds. He cupped her in his hand and his thumb ran over the tiny nub and sent tingles through her stomach. She moaned softly, nearly undone by the sensations he was creating. Suddenly, he pushed a third finger inside of her as he squeezed gently on her nipple, and Bridget realized she was no longer in control. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as he continued his relentless assault stretching out her orgasm as she writhed in front of him.
Instead of making her less aroused, the orgasm only made her worse. His cock continued to push at her throbbing clit, and her pussy pulsed as her muscles tightened and released around his fingers. Her breath was ragged as she realized how much she did want him to fuck her.
He moved them both to the edge of the pool and turned her to face the wall. With one hand he cupped her breast and teased her erect nipple while his other hand slid down her stomach. He deftly parted her soft folds, opening her up and exposing her tight bud to the water. Suddenly, she felt the water push against her sensitive nub, and she realized he had placed her in front of one of the pool jets. He held her pussy lips open in front of it, making the water rush over her hardened clit and causing her body to tremble again with her excitement. The water pushed hard against her, tickling and torturing as he held in place. As she moaned against the sensation, she felt his cock pressing against her soft opening. The water played with her clit and her pussy muscles contracted again against the emptiness and she knew what she wanted.
She felt him taking her higher and higher, her body betraying her. She took a deep breath to steady herself and it came out as a sultry groan.
“What do you want?” he asked softly, whispering it into her ear.
She shook her head, trying to control her response.
“Do you want to be fucked?” he asked as his cock pressed against her a little harder. She knew she wanted it but tried to resist his words.
“Do you want my long hard cock to fill your sweet little pussy?” he asked his words slow and soft, “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock pounding deep inside your tight cunt?”
The sensations were getting to be too much. His words ran through her head as the water pounded against her clit and his hands teased her breasts. She felt shivers of pleasure through her body and realized she couldn’t take much more.
“Yes,” she answered softly, her voice a faint whisper.
“Yes, what?” he asked. She felt his body tense behind her and moaned with anticipation.
She hesitated, not speaking, not wanting to admit it to herself that he had made her so desperate for him.
“Yes, what?” he asked again his voice a sultry growl as his hand ran along her breasts and sent shivers of pleasure down to her throbbing clit.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” she said again, her voice trembling from her desire. “Please fuck me” she said.
She felt his cock moved ever so slightly into her pussy, slowly stretching just the edge of her as he entered. Bridget let out a desperate moan and unsuccessfully tried to push herself down on him.
“Say it again,” he ordered, his cock unmoving inside her. “Beg for my cock.”
Bridget groaned as she realized what she had become. She wanted him. She needed him more than she had ever needed any man before him.
“Please,” she said softly, “I want your cock, I want to feel it inside me,” the last words part cry and part moan as she realized she was beyond control.
He entered her slowly and she felt him fill her pussy to the breaking point. His thick cock was pushing her apart, and she felt like he would split her in two, but the sensation was intoxicating. She pushed against him, desperate to take in more of him, feeling her body stretch to accommodate his thick member and wanting to have him fully inside her. When his balls pressed up against her ass, she let out a low groan.
“You feel so good,” he said, as he slowly pulled out and then back in, thrusting his cock deep inside her with every stroke. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of him fucking her, of the water rushing over her clit and his fingers playing with her nipples. With one hand she reached behind her and found his rock hard ass. She felt his rhythm as he continued to plow into her, pushing against her and getting deeper with each thrust.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned as she felt the fire start growing in her stomach, a small ember that threatened to consume her. Bridget leaned back against him as the orgasm began to rise up inside her. Her pussy tightened around him, intensifying the sensation of his cock sliding into her. His thrusting became more forceful and he pushed deeper and harder inside of her.
He moaned into her neck and sent chills down to her pussy. Her arms and legs began to tremble as she felt the orgasm start to overtake her. Almost in time with her, his strokes get even more powerful and he pushed harder inside her, his breath ragged and desperate. She groaned with pleasure as the orgasm began to wash over her body and she felt his thrust even harder as he found his own release.
Bridget just stood there unmoving for a moment, her body in exhaustion and her brain in confusion. How had he done this to her, she wondered as she turned to look at him.
He smiled over at her and gently gave her a kiss on her lips. She sighed into his kiss and let herself relax in his arms, the water cooling their overheated bodies.
After a few minutes, the silence was broken by the ring of a cell phone.
“That’s mine,” he said as he left the pool and started inside.
“I don’t even know your name” she said still in the pool as she watched him walk away.
“True” he answered and walked into the house.
Bridget sat at her desk, not sure of what to do next. The sale was going through just fine, but all she could think about was the man she had met. Part of her wanted to find him, but he hadn’t even given her his name. Once they left the pool, everything had happened so fast, he got a call, the other agent called her back and eventually, they had both left without even exchanging names or numbers.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes at her folly. He had been clear what he wanted and he got it. He had never said he would see her again, and she sighed realizing he probably didn’t want to. She had been running the entire thing over and over in her head all morning and it wasn’t getting any better.
When she got the call to go to her boss’ office, she perked up immediately. With any luck, this sale would snap her out of her doldrums and be the beginning of more good transactions. She walked quickly to his office, knocked on the door, showed herself in, and nearly lost her breath.
“Ah, there you are, Miss Sullivan,” her boss began in a serious tone.
Sitting in front of him was the man she had met the day before. He had promised her he wouldn’t say a word, and now here he was in her boss’s office. She kicked herself for caring about him while he was obviously just using her. Her heart sank and she wasn’t sure if she were more upset about the deal or the betrayal.
The both stood up and her boss came around his desk. “I would like to introduce you two,” he began but she cut him off.
“I believe we met already,” she said, venom dripping from each word as she stared daggers at the man who had betrayed her. She wanted to yell at him, defend herself, something, but no words came to mind. He was looking at her with those same mischievous dark eyes and she hated that they still made her pulse quicken.
Her boss looked from one to the other and then back to her, “When did you meet Mr. Fritz?”
The words stuck in her head. Was this man she had met, the Dillon Fritz? “Mr. Dillon Fritz?” she asked with trepidation.