I can’t look away from the show she’s putting on outside. Troy set her on the edge of the pool and he’s in the water, his head level with her pussy.
He says something to her, and she slowly brings her hands up to cup her tits. Fucking gorgeous sight. Then he bows his head toward her, burying his face between her thighs.
Danica’s moan is so loud, I can hear it from where I’m standing inside. I’m unable to look away as she caresses her breasts, plucking at her nipples and squeezing herself.
I unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants. Reaching down, I slide my hand over my aching dick.
Danica lets go of her tits so she can lean back. She grinds her hips forward, demanding more of Troy’s attention. He slaps her thigh in warning and holds her in place.
Her eyes widen as she looks down at him—she wasn’t expecting the slap. She says something.
He slaps her again.
“Yes,” she moans.
She likes it. Goddamn.
I grip my cock tighter while I watch her writhe on the edge of the pool. He brings a hand up next to his mouth—he’s fingering her while he licks her. She cries out and starts bucking against his face. He smacks her thigh again and she settles down with a whimper of need.
Danica Montrose is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
I jack my hand up and down my length, riveted by the sight of Danica coming apart at Troy’s skillful mouth and fingers.
I come at the same time she does, bracing myself against the doorframe, eyes glued to my girl.
Fuck, who am I kidding? Our girl.
Troy
I’m not yet asleep when I hear her cry out in fear.
“Dani?” I fling off my sheet and jump out of bed, hurrying down the hall. Edmund’s right behind me. I knock on her door. “Dani, are you okay?”
No answer. I push open her door and step inside. She’s asleep. No one else is around. No threats. Just whatever nightmare must have her in its grip. She flails her arm, fighting off an imaginary attacker.
“Dani, wake up.” I hurry to her side. “Dani.”
Her eyes fly open and she freezes. “No!”
“Dani, it’s me and Edmund. It’s okay, you’re safe.” I sit down next to her and tug her upright so she’s sitting against me. I put my hand firmly against the top of her chest as if I could calm her rapid heartbeat through the weight of my touch. “You’re safe, I got you.”
Edmund comes to her other side and sits, taking her hand. “Hey, angel. We won’t let anyone hurt you.”
I can feel her heart pounding beneath my palm.
“I’m okay,” she finally says. “You can go.”
“We’d rather not,” Edmund replies.
“Well, then Troy can stay. You can go.” Her voice is faint, but her tone is firm.
It’s hard to see Edmund’s expression in the dark, but I see his shoulders fall. “If you’re sure.”
“I am,” she says shortly.
Edmund gets up and leaves the room.
“He just wanted to help you,” I whisper.
