DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 6

Marcus’s phone buzzed on the side table. He glanced at the screen, frowned, and stood.

“Friends from work,” he said to no one in particular. “I need to take this inside. Be back in a bit.”

His eyes lingered on me for half a second longer than they should have before he walked toward the house, already answering the call. The glass door slid shut behind him.

Lily was still across the pool flirting with a couple of guys. I floated on my back, the tiny black bikini bottoms riding higher with every lazy kick of my legs, the fabric soaked and clinging to every fold of my p***y.

That was when I noticed him.

Tall, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, golden skin, wet hair pushed back, abs cut sharp under the water. He’d been watching me for a while. When our eyes met he swam over without hesitation, stopping right in front of me, close enough that his thigh brushed mine under the surface.

“You’re not from around here,” he said, voice low and confident. “I’d remember a body like that.”

I smiled, slow, and let my legs drift open just a little. “Visiting. My best friend’s dad owns the place.”

His gaze dropped to my t**s, then lower to where the black triangles of my bottoms barely covered anything. “Lucky dad.”

I didn’t correct him.

He moved closer. One hand slid under the water and settled on my waist, thumb stroking the soft skin just above the string of my bikini. When I didn’t pull away, his fingers dipped lower, tracing the edge of the fabric, then slipping underneath. Two thick fingers found my still-swollen cunt and pushed inside without warning.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“f**k… you’re already wet,” he muttered, curling those fingers deep. “Or is that leftover from someone else?”

I didn’t answer. I just reached down, found the hard outline of his c**k through his swim trunks, and squeezed. He was thick, already fully hard. In one smooth motion he shoved the fabric down just enough to free himself, then yanked my bikini bottoms to the side.

The head of his c**k nudged against my entrance. I looked past his shoulder—Lily was still talking, laughing, not looking our way yet. The water hid everything from the chest down.

He thrust in hard.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he stretched me open in one deep stroke. He was rough from the start—hands gripping my ass under the water, f*****g up into me in short, powerful thrusts that made the water slap between us. My t**s bounced against his chest. The tiny top shifted until one n****e slipped free; he ducked his head and sucked it into his mouth while he kept pounding me.

“s**t, you’re tight,” he growled against my skin. “Take it. Take every f*****g inch.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every thrust, grinding my c**t against him, not caring how loud the water sounded. My earlier soreness from Marcus only made it better—every thick stroke dragged over the same sensitive places Marcus had claimed hours ago. The thought made me clench harder around the stranger’s c**k.

Across the pool, Lily turned her head.

Our eyes met.

She froze for a second, then her mouth fell open slightly as she realized exactly what she was looking at—me being f****d hard in the water, one tit out, face flushed, the guy’s hands gripping my ass while he slammed into me. She didn’t look away. She just stared, cheeks going pink, while the guy kept railing me like he had all the time in the world.

I held her gaze and came, hard, cunt pulsing around the stranger’s c**k, a broken little moan slipping out before I could stop it. He followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and flooding me with hot c*m. I felt every spurt, thick and messy, mixing with the water and whatever was still left of Marcus inside me.

He pulled out slowly. My bikini bottoms floated back into place, but I could already feel his c*m leaking out around the fabric. He grinned, gave my ass one last squeeze, and swam off like nothing had happened.

Lily was still watching me.

I swam to the edge, climbed out, water streaming down my body, and walked back to my lounge chair on shaky legs. When I sat, I made sure to spread my thighs just enough that she could see the wet, used state of the tiny black bottoms if she wanted to look.

She came over a minute later, voice carefully casual.

“Who was that?”

I stretched out, sun warm on my skin, fresh c*m still seeping out of me. “Just some guy. He was persuasive.”

Lily’s eyes flicked down between my legs, then back to my face. She didn’t say anything else.

Marcus returned around noon, phone call finished. He took one look at me—flushed, wet hair, the way I was sitting—and something dark flickered behind his sunglasses. Lily was already gathering her things.

“We’re heading in for lunch,” she announced. “I’m starving.”

I stood, feeling the slow trickle of the stranger’s c*m slide down my inner thigh under the bikini. Marcus’s gaze dropped to it for half a second before he looked away.

We walked back to the house together—Lily chatting about the guys she’d met, me walking carefully so the mess between my legs wouldn’t drip too obviously, and Marcus silent beside us, jaw tight, already sensing that something had changed while he was gone.

Lunch was going to be interesting.