DADDY'S BEST FRIENDS: Filthy Short Erotica Collections

MAKE ME C*M IN THIS POOL.

Chapter 5

My p***y was dripping, aching for more, but the faint sound of Mike and Jax moving around downstairs brought me back to reality.

He kissed me once more, slow and deep, then pulled back with a low groan.

“f**k, princess… we need to go down before they come looking.” He adjusted his sweatpants, trying to hide how hard he still was. “Come eat breakfast when you’re ready. I’ll tell them you’re grabbing something.”

He gave my ass one last squeeze, then slipped out of my room, closing the door quietly behind him.

I stood there for a minute, legs shaky, lips swollen, nightgown damp between my thighs. My c**t was still throbbing. I changed into a tiny white crop top that barely covered anything, threw on a bum short, and headed downstairs.

Breakfast was already served when I got to the dining. Eggs, bacon, toast, fresh coffee. Mike and Jax were sitting at the both head of the dining. Kane sat directly opposite the empty sit they’d left for me.

I sat down, trying to act normal, but my top slipped up a little, showing the under of my boob. I didn't try to cover it up, I acted like I had no idea.

Kane's eyes darkened the moment I sat, he knew exactly what I was doing.

We started eating. Then I got bold, really bold. Under the table, I stretched my bare foot out slowly until it brushed against kane's thigh. He froze for a second.

But I kept going, sliding my foot higher until my toes pressed right against the thick bulge in his sweatpants.

His d**k twitched under my foot.

i rubbed slowly, feeling him harden even more as I pressed my sole along his length.

His hand tightened around his fork, but he didn't stop me. Instead, he spread his legs a little wider, giving me better access.

I got even naughtier.

I hooked my toes into the band of his sweatpants and tugged gently, trying to feel the bare skin of his c**k.

When that didn't work, I pressed my foot harder, rubbing my toes over the head of his d**k through the fabric.

His jaw clencched. He took a slow sip of his coffee, but his eyes burned into mine across the table.

Then he picked his phone and typed on it. I wondered what he was typing so intently. A moment later my phone vibrated in my robe pocket.

I pulled it out under the table.

Kane: Keep playing and I’ll drag you upstairs and f**k that tight p***y right now.

My face burned. I glanced up at him. He was watching me with dark eyes, one corner of his mouth twitching.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I stretched my bare foot out under the table again and pressed my toes firmly against the bulge in his sweatpants. I rubbed slowly along his thick d**k, feeling it harden even more under my foot. I curled my toes around the head, pressing and rubbing until I felt a small wet spot forming where he was leaking precum.

Kane’s jaw clenched. He typed something else on his phone without looking away from me.

My phone buzzed again.

Kane: Naughty f*****g girl. You’re gonna make me c*m in my pants like a teenager.

I didn't stop, I kept rubbing, slow and dirty, while pretending to eat my toast. My own p***y was soaked again, c**t aching every time I felt his d**k twitch under my toes.

After breakfast, I stood up. “I’ll be in my room for a bit.” They all nodded.

I went upstairs, heart still racing from the secret foot play. The naughty thoughts wouldn’t stop, Kane’s hard c**k under my foot, the way he’d kissed me, the way Mike and Jax had looked at me earlier. My p***y felt hot and messy. I needed to cool down.

I took my bath again, wore my bikini, grabbed a towel and headed to the backyard pool. The water looked perfect, cool and inviting. I dropped the robe, stepped out of my bikini completely (why bother when no one was around?), and slipped naked into the pool.

The cool water felt amazing against my overheated skin. I swam a few laps, trying to clear my head.

When I came up for air near the deep end, Mike was already in the pool.

He was doing laps. I couldn’t see clearly at first, but when he lifted his head and pushed his wet hair back from his face, my breath caught.

Water streamed down his strong chest and shoulders. The tattoo on his shoulder and chest looked even sexier when wet, dark ink against tanned skin. He looked breathtaking.

He was checking me out the same way I was eye-f*****g him. His eyes moved slowly over my naked body, from my t**s to the bare skin between my legs under the water.

I froze for a second. “Sorry… I didn’t know you were here. I’ll come back later.”

He wiped water from his face and gave a small smile. “It’s okay. Plenty of room. We can both swim.”

I hesitated, then nodded. I stayed on the opposite side at first, but the water made everything feel more intimate.

I went underwater for a moment. When I came back up, Mike was suddenly right beside me.

“You were under for a while,” he said, voice low. “Just wanted to check if you were okay.”

His hand moved to my shoulder, innocent at first. “Alright?” I nodded, but our eyes locked. I know I should look away, but I didn't. I wanted him to see how much he affected me.

I bit my botom lips gently, while still staring at him. His hand's on my shoulder tarted sliding downward slowly from my shoulder to my chest. His eyes were searching mine for any sign of discomfort. When he didn't see any, he cupped one of my t**s, and squeezed it gently.

A soft moan escaped me. He pressed harder, thumb brushing over my hard n****e.

I moaned again, louder. Then my hand's moved on its own, slid down his chest, over his abs, and straight into his swim trunks where his d**k was waiting for me. I wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard d**k and started stroking him slowly under the water.

“f**k…” he groaned, his grip on my tit tightening. “You’re such a naughty little slut, Riley. Playing with Daddy’s d**k while the others are inside the house.”

I kept stroking him, feeling his c**k throb and pulse in my hand, while he pinched and rolled my n****e. The water made everything slick and dirty.

My other hand joined in, cupping his balls as I pumped his d**k faster under the surface.

His breathing got heavier. “That’s it… jerk Daddy’s d**k just like that. You’ve been dying to touch it, haven’t you?”

I moaned softly, nodding, my p***y aching as I worked his thick c**k with both hands.

He leaned in closer, lips brushing my ear. “Keep going, baby girl. Make me c*m in this pool.”

I stroked him harder, twisting my hand around the head, feeling him swell and throb in my grip.

The risk of Mike or Jax walking out any second only made it hotter.