Dante
We had left Houston in the morning and the flight had been nearly four hours long. Because of the time difference, it was just before noon when we finally got to the house. I had called and made the arrangements for us to get there. She had agreed to stay with me.
I didn’t want her to know just how excited I was that she had decided to stay with me. I had a feeling we would have a very good time. There were tons of rooms in the house and I wanted to fuck her in each and every one.
I had arranged for my staff to be there to meet us when we got to the house. The first person she met was actually Jaime who was the driver. At the house, Daniella was there, my housekeeper and Agnes, the cook. I wanted them to be there to say “hi” to her. They needed to know who she was and that she was my guest. Not in the way that the other girls were my guests, but like… I actually wanted and needed them to make her feel at home.
Jaime had helped with the bags, immediately taking them upstairs.
“I can’t believe you live here alone,” she said looking around.
“I’m not always alone. Daniella’s here most days out of the week,” I said.
“That isn’t what I meant,” she said. “It’s so much house; you’re just one man.”
“I’m a lot of man, what can I say,” I told her. She was looking around at the walls. I had some art up there. I didn’t know who had painted it; it was just nice. Some of them were gifts. Some of them my mom or Gabbie chose and said they would look good, so I just put them up.
“Don’t you get lonely?”
“Nope,” I lied. It wasn’t that much of a lie. I mean, if she was asking whether sometimes I wished I had someone around, then yeah, sometimes I did. But I didn’t get lonely, like, sad that there wasn’t anyone around.
“Hm, you have company over often. I forgot,” she said.
“You bring that up. You don’t have to be jealous, babe. You are the only woman I’m seeing. You made sure of that.”
“I’m not jealous,” she said. “I’m just saying.”
“Come on, let me show you around,” I told her.
We passed a couple guest rooms. All the bedrooms but the master bedroom were guest rooms because I lived alone. Sometimes mom or Gabbie would use them when they came over. I didn’t bother showing her into any of them because I didn’t want her to stay in any of them. I wanted her in my bedroom. I had asked Jaime specifically to take her bags to my room.
We walked into the master bedroom. It was big and sections of the floor were carpeted. The bed was a California King, of course. I had a television mounted onto the wall with Apple TV and a whole lot of other accessories that I barely used. I just wanted to watch HBO on a screen bigger than my laptop’s. There was a balcony overlooking the pool and the yard. The pool was there because it had come with the house. I cared less about the pool and more about the hot tub, but the pool was useful sometimes when your body hurt too much to do high-impact training. It was there for PT—just in case I got an injury later.
She walked out onto the balcony and looked down with her hands on the railing.
“I hope you brought your bikini,” I said.
She looked back at me and smiled, turning to walk towards me.
“Hm, I don’t think I did,” she said playfully.
“Oh no?”
“Nope, looks like I can't go swimming with you.”
“Why would you say that? You can go swimming naked.”
“Only if you are naked, too.”
Working for me, I could only imagine the sort of shit that my staff, Daniella especially, had seen. I didn’t tend to bring girls out here voluntarily. Usually, it was nighttime and all they wanted was to get to the bedroom. I led Quinn out to the pool. If she was tired from the trip or would rather have done something else, she didn’t tell me.
I would never get tired of watching her take her clothes off for me. I hoped she wasn’t shy. We weren’t really going to have an audience, but there was always a chance that Daniella or the guy who did the lawns, David, would see us.
I knew she wasn’t shy when we were behind closed doors, but we were outside. It was broad fucking daylight and I wanted to fuck her in the pool. Having sex in places where people were likely to see us was totally her thing though.
The first thing she did was walk up to the side of the pool. She had her back to me, but she turned and looked at me over her shoulder. She smiled before she pulled her shirt off. She tossed it onto the ground and did the same with her bra. Her pants were next, then her shoes. Last, she peeked over her shoulder at me again as she bent down at the hips and pulled her panties down as she did it.
Just like in the plane.
She knew I liked it. I felt myself getting hard watching her. We were going into the pool, but we weren’t about to do a lot of swimming. I watched as she stood at the edge of the pool and did a perfect dive into the water. I pulled my shirt off and watched her swim. She was completely naked under the water, and I couldn’t wait to join her.
Her body was so hot. She was so sexy. She was lush and curvy and her body dipped and flared in all the right places. She looked hot just standing there; she didn’t even have to do anything. I got all my clothes off and joined her in the water. I waited for her at the edge of the pool because I wasn’t there to swim. She swam up to me and stood in the shallow water.
Her hair was wet so it all lay plastered to her skin. The water was dripping down her tits and down her body. I pulled her into me and kissed her, sucking her tongue into my mouth. My cock was rock hard already. I was ready, but I didn’t want to fuck her just yet. Not just yet. I leaned back into the wall and pulled myself up onto the side so I was sitting.
I didn’t even have to tell her what I wanted her to do. She leaned into my lap and took my dick in her mouth. I leaned back on my hands and let her go to work. She obviously enjoyed feeling me grow thick and hard in mouth. I wanted to fuck her mouth and watch her swallow my cum, but there was time for that another day, or later today.
I groaned feeling her tongue circle my tip. She was a goddamn pro. I loved it. I held the back of her head and pushed her all the way down so I was balls deep down her throat. She fidgeted a little, but she didn’t gag or squeeze my leg or anything to tell me that she was uncomfortable. I let go of her, and she slowly sucked me all the way to the tip again.
Okay. That was it. I needed her. I needed to feel her hot, tight pink walls squeezing my dick.
I pulled her up and slid back into the water. I kissed her and pulled her head back by her hair, making her moan into my mouth. I moved us so she was against the wall and spun her around so her back was to me.
“Have you ever had sex in a pool, Quinn?” I asked her. My hand was running up and down between her ass cheeks. She loved it when I played with her hole.
“Never,” she whispered.
“Lean forward,” I instructed her.
She offered her ass to me under the water. I didn’t want to waste any more time teasing her. She was already wet. We were in a pool. I slid my cock into her hot, pink pussy. I heard her moan and felt her shudder against me. I braced myself against the wall and went in on her.
I fucked her like I was mad at her.
I held her to my body by her hips and drove into her so hard and so fast she needed to lean against the wall to support herself. I was about to bust any second. Thinking about how rough she liked it, and how rough she would let me give it to her was pushing me over the edge. I felt her pussy tighten around me and she sagged forward, moaning my name. I gave it another three good thrusts before I was shooting inside her.