I lunged at her, the water surging away from my torso in a wave that splashed around us in a choppy wake.
She squealed and let me grab her.
I pinned her to the pool’s wall again with my body, but this time, she wrapped her legs around my hips. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and handful of her tit, and she impaled herself on my cock.
Her tight heat enveloped me, squeezed me.
Fucking shattered my control.
I slammed my hips upward, driving into her deeper, the water fighting against my movements, slowing them a little. But not a lot.
Not even physics could stop me fucking the woman I love as hard and as fast and as absolutely as I wanted.
Ronnie arched into the pool wall, ankles locked at the base of my spine. She dug her nails into the back of my neck, closing her eyes as I pumped into her. “Don’t stop,” she moaned.
The water fighting against me still, I dragged my hand from her breast to her hip and grabbed it. Pulled her into each savage thrust.
Her heels rammed into my lower back, and she stiffened, head thrown back, her sex constricting around my cock in a powerful pulse. A keening sound tore from her throat, loud enough to make Groot bark again.
“Sh…shh…” She flapped one hand in his direction, even as she clawed at my shoulder and rode my quickening thrusts, her pussy squeezing and gripping my cock. “Sh…shh… Oh fuck, I’m—”
Her inner muscles clamped around me again, with more force than before. She bucked, and even as I told myself I wasn’t going to fucking come yet, even as I screamed at myself to control it, I lost it.
My rhythm turned erratic. My breaths turned to shallow moans. My cum shot through me, surging from my balls to erupt inside her.
I pumped my seed into her, over and over. It never seemed to end. Spurt after thick spurt, her exquisite pussy milking it from me. Sucking it from my dick, my sac.
Draining me.
Until I de-evolved into a grunting caveman again, and buried my face into the side of her neck, hips jerking, body trembling.
We stayed joined, her shoulders pressed to the pool wall, her hands in my hair, my face pressed to the curve of her neck, until the last of my release seeped from me and the water grew calm.
It wasn’t until something cold pressed to my ear that I lifted my head.
Groot licked my face. Or rather, my nose and eye socket.
Ronnie laughed, the action vibrating through her body into my dick, still buried deep inside her. “See? He knows you did a good job.”
With my own laugh, I reluctantly withdrew from her heat and, giving Groot a quick scratch behind his ear, remembered how to talk again. “What would have happened if I’d done a bad job?”
Sinking lower in the water until her chin kissed the surface, she arched an eyebrow again. “I would have given him the word, and he’d rip your throat out.”
“Is that so?”
She nods, lips curling. “I’ve trained him well.”
Groot yapped, tail wagging. At almost sixteen weeks of age, he was still a gangly Doberman, but he was rapidly growing into his menacing breed. In the weeks since I’d bought him for Ronnie, he’d become one of her fiercest protectors. Which was essentially the point of buying him in the first place. Fluffy worked with him whenever he came to the compound, which was almost every second day, tuning his guard-dog instincts. And Ronnie… Well, Ronnie did what Ronnie did best. She loved him and spoiled him and pampered him. Groot was rarely a few feet from her.
Knowing he was always there, even when I wasn’t, kept me calm. Strangely, knowing Groot approved of me made it even better.
He might still be a young dog, but his protector instincts were already finely honed.
Of course, his need to be so close to her meant he wasn’t always impressed with my need to make love to her without him on the bed with us, or in the bedroom with us.
Sex with Ronnie in the shower had become a regular thing. No Groot in the bathroom to watch us. Perhaps sex with Ronnie in the pool needed to become a regular thing as well. After all, he hadn’t jumped into the water to try to protect her, unlike the time he’d wandered into the living room while I was eating Ronnie out and bitten my goddamn naked ass.
Swirling my hands on the water’s surface, I gave Groot a smile before turning back to Ronnie, a part of me disappointed she was returning the triangles of her bikini top to their assigned places. I liked Ronnie naked. “Do you think he’ll like flying?”