Fifty seconds.
I’m going to die down here,he thought,but that’s okay.
At just about a minute, her fingers became entwined in his hair, her nails scratching his scalp, and she dragged him upward until he broke the surface. Allowing him oxygen, like a water-sprite granting life to a drowning sailor.
Nathanael gasped, choked, sputtered, sucking in air gratefully.
Shaunda leaned back against the side of the pool, clearly enjoying the sight of him struggling, and laughed in cruel amusement.
“You bitch,” he muttered. “You’d have let me die down there.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “So what?”
It was time for revenge. He grabbed her roughly and spun her around to face the other way. Not wanting to witness her amusement at his discomfort for another moment. He pushed her forward, flat against the wall, and parted her thighs roughly with one knee.
Reaching down into his shorts, he grasped the thick column that had been aching this whole time, feeling left out of the game. Without ceremony, he placed the thick, bulbous tip against her entrance and shoved it in.
Shaundra cried out, a sound that came from deep within, and he felt her entire body shiver.
“Yeah,” he said. “My turn.”
It didn’t take long. He was enraged and aroused. Driven crazy by the feel of her hot skin against his chest, and the taste of her that still lingered on his tongue. His inner beast awoke, and he clamped his teeth around the nape of her neck, making sure she couldn’t escape him. He pounded into her, the sound of water slapping, squishing out from between their bodies with every thrust.
Her panting groans became a series of loud, sharp cries as she grasped the tiled rim of the pool, pushing back against him with everything in her. And she began calling his name. “NateNathanaelNate.”
In answer, he filled her with his heat.