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“Good.”

“Are you done?”

She smirks. “You think I have only three demands?”

“I think I want to kiss you, so you’d better hurry up.”

“Four…” She takes her time, thinking really hard, while my patience for not being able to kiss my fiancée grows strong. “Four is, you have to take me down to the pool and fuck me.”

I grab her ass and lift her up. I begin running down the stairs toward the pool. “Thank God we think so much alike.”

“Shut up, and kiss me.”

Her hands grab my neck as she forces my face forward to kiss her. Her tongue pushes deep inside my mouth as I push back equally with my own tongue. We are perfect equals who will challenge each other in life. I want exactly what she said she wanted.

I try to pay attention to where I’m walking. But I can’t focus on anything but her lips, her tongue, her body. I need all of it. Fast, slow. Hard, gentle. I need her in every way possible.

I take another step and don’t feel anything beneath my foot. I try to lean back to keep from falling, but I can’t stop us once we’ve started moving. We fall into the water, still clothed and still grasping on to each other, desperate for a kiss.

We come up for air at the same time. I expect her to be pissed or to be full of giggles over what just happened. Instead, we continue kissing right where we left off. Deep, passionate, I will never let you go type kisses.

I grab the hem of her dress and pull it up over her head until it is off her body.

“Damn, you look hot,” I say, biting my lip, as I stare at her in the pool with the twinkle lights shining down on her.

“And you look far too clothed.”

I take my jacket off and throw it onto the side of the pool. She helps me remove my shirt, and then I push my pants and boxers off, not caring if they make their way out of the pool or not.

“Better?” I ask.

“Much,” she says, undoing her bra and pushing her panties off before she dives under the water.

Damn it. I forgot how much of a good swimmer she is.

I dive under after her, chasing her across the pool. She stays under the water when I finally catch her. She used to swim, so I’m sure she can hold her breath for hours. I can’t.

I kiss her hard, convincing her to come up for air to get another kiss. She does. When we get to the surface, I grab her and push her against the wall of the pool, kissing her hard as my cock pulses at her entrance.

“I want every day to be like this,” she whispers against my lips.

My cock thrusts inside her, stretching her wide. “It will. Always.”

I fuck her hard against the edge of the pool. And she fucks me right back. As much hate as we had toward each other, I wouldn’t change anything because it created this perfect kind of love where we are truly equals who fight for what we want in this relationship.

“Thank God you brought extra sets of clothes,” Victoria says, naked, as she climbs out of the pool to scoop up our clothes.

I frown. “I disagree. I think it w

ould have been better if I hadn’t bothered with clothes. I much prefer the view when you’re naked.”

She laughs and scoops up our wet clothes. My phone falls out of the jacket pocket and bounces on the concrete.

“Sorry,” she says, wincing.

I laugh. “The water probably destroyed it anyway.”

“I’ll try to fix it,” she says, running into the house with my clothes and phone, which I’m sure is unfixable. I stay in the pool, planning on doing a couple of laps and then going inside to try to convince Victoria to have sex in one of the rooms in the house before I take her to a late dinner.


Tags: Ella Miles Dirty Erotic