I lost myself then, pulling violently at the crotch of my swimsuit. I was mad for him. I wanted him inside me. In that moment of madness, I forgot about protection. I forgot he was my boss. I forgot everything, but the overriding need to have him inside me.
“Do you need help?” he mocked against my mouth, when he saw that my efforts were ineffective.
I wanted to shut his arrogant mouth. So I let go of his dick, and threw my arms around his neck. Grinding my hips to his, I sucked on his tongue as if I was a giant tick feeding on him. I wanted to cause him some sort of pain, so I bit down on his full lower lip until I tasted blood. I smiled when it caused his body to jerk.
“So you want to play rough,” he growled. Grabbing the V neck of my swimsuit, he ripped the material apart as though it were paper.
I watched in shock as my red swimsuit turned into two hanging pieces before my eyes. He tugged harshly on the straps around my shoulder and the slight burn of pain against my pussy deliciously hardened my clit even further.
He was a rough man, but as he tore what remained of the swimsuit off my body and reached behind to grab my buttocks underneath the water, I decided that I wanted his brutality. I wanted ferocious fucking from him. He crushed my hips to his as he dived at my breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I writhed my hips desperately against him when he took his revenge by biting me back.
Without warning, he lifted me up from the pool, and plopped my bare ass on the tiles. Goose bumps appeared on my skin as he grabbed my knees and jerked my legs apart.
“Fuck, April,” he rasped, looking at my exposed pussy. Then he came for my cleft and covered my pussy with his mouth.
With my palms propping me up, I threw my head backwards, thrashing at the wild assault. “Fuck,” I cried, writhing my hips to his tune as he ate me up like a maddened, starving man. He nipped brutally at my bud, stroking relentlessly at the tip with his tongue and then reaching down to greedily lap up the rush of juices spilling out from his assault.
When his tongue dug into me, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders and grabbed on his hair for the sake of my sanity. “Yuri,” I called out, but in the distance, I heard his phone ring. I didn’t want him to leave me so I tightened my legs around him. I couldn’t bear it… not until he got me off. I was so close.
“Fuck,” he cursed and began to pull away.
I panicked. “Don’t you dare!” I wailed, and began to ride my pussy up and down his mouth and face.
With both his hands on my hips, he stilled me, his hold as solid as iron. His lips curled with amusement. “I need to get that call, little rabbit. It’s urgent. Keep your legs open. I’ll finish you off the moment I’m done.”
Fuck you, I wanted to spit out at him, but since a part of my brain was still working and could register his authority over me, I didn’t dare.
He pulled my legs away from his neck, and caressed my mound with careless fingers. At my glare, he hoisted himself up, muscles rippling, and water sluicing off him, and crushed my lips in a brief kiss. I tasted myself on him, and it fanned the flame of my arousal even further. I had to hold myself back from shouting curses at him as he swam back across the pool to retrieve his phone.
He got to it before it disconnected. I watched as he responded, his deep, whisky smooth voice filtering over to me in the cool air. I could see his firm ass cheeks in the water, and it frustrated me to no end. I couldn’t wait for him. I needed to touch him, to feel his skin on mine, his cock in my mouth. So, I slid into the water, tearing what remained of the scraps of my suit fully away from me, and headed slowly towards him.
I stopped midway across the pool as a curse rang out from his mouth.
“What?” he snarled. His tone was low and menacing and forced a trickle of fear down my spine. “Did he lose his fucking mind? I’ll be there in twenty minutes. If any of you even move an inch from there before I arrive, you’re dead.”
I froze, unable to move from where I was.
I watched as he pulled himself up from the pool and strode away, naked, proud, and wildly beautiful, but without even a second look back at me. It was almost as though I’d been wiped away from his memory. Suddenly, I felt very cold and painfully naked, so I covered my breasts with my arms in the water. As I looked on the tears stung my eyes and I wondered how the hell I was going to make it through the house.