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TWO - SKYE

Skye

“I want you to fuck me," I declared with confidence, disregarding the fact that he was my father's closest friend and significantly older than me. The water glistened on his well-defined, muscular chest, and his hazel eyes grew more intense. He took a step closer, his hand persistently stimulating himself as he watched me pleasure myself. Though nerves fluttered within me, I remained composed, not letting it show for even a moment. As he approached, I sat up, observing him kneel on a lower step, gripping my thighs and drawing me closer to him.

His commanding presence excited me, prompting me to wrap my legs around his waist. He slid his hand forward, caressing my wetness, focusing on my sensitive clit and applying firm pressure. A loud moan escaped my lips, and I arched my head back as he skillfully inserted his fingers, pleasuring me right on the edge of the pool. His touch was exquisite, and I yearned for more.

As he teased and explored my folds, his own erection evident, a wave of pleasure began to build within me. With each stroke, I grew nearer to climax, teetering on the precipice. His fingers moved swiftly and purposefully, aiming to bring me to completion before even engaging with his own desires. The water splashed against my bouncing breasts as I reached back, gripping the edge of the pool. My cries of pleasure echoed through the air as he licked his lips, a smirk playing on his face, clearly relishing the sight before him.

"Let go," he encouraged, urging me to surrender to the pleasure. "That's it. Cum for me."

In the wake of his words reverberating through my mind, a surge of fiery desire ignited within me, sending pulsating waves of pleasure coursing throughout my entire being. It was as if his words alone were conduits directly linked to my climax. With a shout, my back arched as my body convulsed, feeling his fingers slide out of me. He moved closer, his hard and throbbing manhood pressing against me, capturing the rivers of wetness that flowed. He was substantial in size, and as he slid inside me, every ridge and contour of his shaft took control, instantly filling me up.

Taking a deep breath, I relished in the euphoria of my climax and the sensation of his firm member. My fingertips traced over his well-defined abs, and the water sloshed around us. My mouth hung open as I cried out in pleasure, following the rhythm of his movements. The sound of our flesh colliding and water splashing filled my ears, amplifying my ecstasy.

As I looked up, our eyes met, and in that moment, a profound intimacy engulfed us. His hips thrust forward, penetrating me deeply as he gripped my thighs and leaned in, skillfully rolling his hips. His fingers dug into my flesh, a blend of pleasure and slight pain that drove me to the brink of madness. Another orgasm began to build within me, but this time, I tried to hold back, savoring the exquisite sensation of his cock moving within me.

Derek's eyes gently closed, his head tilting back as a deep moan of pleasure escaped his lips. The sensation of our bodies entwined overwhelmed me, and I couldn't help but release a moan of my own.

Aware of the proximity between us, I reached down, starting to stroke my clit as the intensity of the heat consumed me. A chorus of passionate groans filled the air as I reached a powerful climax, my breathing growing heavy, my body trembling on the edge of release. Derek's rhythm intensified as my body writhed around him, my inner muscles contracting around his erection. His gaze locked onto me as he withdrew, vigorously stroking his own member. I leaned forward, thrusting my chest out and biting my lip as his hot streams of semen cascaded over my breasts. With gentle moans, he moved his hand up and down his trembling shaft, allowing waves of pleasure to wash over him.

A satisfied smile graced my lips as I made my way to the pool showers, turning them on to cleanse the remnants of our passion from my body. Derek dove into the water to retrieve his shorts, and as I turned to glance back at him, he dressed himself, his expression reflecting both exhaustion and contentment. I finished my shower, wrapping a towel around my body. Approaching him, I sat down beside him, feeling the weight of regret that he undoubtedly shared. He had just engaged in a clandestine affair with his best friend's daughter and was well aware of the consequences should my father discover the truth. Drawing closer, I kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Don't worry. Our secret is safe," I reassured him.

His head quickly turned, surprise evident in his eyes as he registered the emotions I could perceive in him. Shaking his head, he grinned before pulling me in closer, our lips meeting. I exhaled deeply, releasing my grip on his lower lip. Standing up, I set my towel down and slipped back into my bathing suit. With my father and I now living together, I couldn't simply walk into the apartment without raising suspicion. I genuinely didn't want him to question me.

I quickly glanced at the table where Derek's keys were resting, and I couldn't help but notice his phone right there beside them. My curiosity got the best of me, and without thinking, I grabbed it and started scrolling through his contacts. I couldn't resist the temptation to add my own number to his phone book. I knew deep down that I wanted to see him again. Ever since I was a little girl, I've harbored a secret crush on Derek, and now that I'm older, I couldn't ignore my desires any longer. I've dated other guys, but none of them have ever made me feel the way Derek does. I know he can fulfill my needs in ways that no one else can.

I made my way over to Derek, catching his attention as he absentmindedly touched his bearded face. Despite his guilt over what happened between us, he was still as irresistible as ever. I tapped him on the shoulder and handed him his phone, casually mentioning that I'd added my number to his contacts in case he ever wanted to meet up again.

As I left the pool area and turned the corner towards the elevator, I maintained my composure. Once inside, I let out a deep breath and leaned against the wall, savoring the moment. It was hard to believe that it had finally happened after all this time. Derek Riggs had slept with me, and I couldn't wait to see him again.

For a while now, I had been fantasizing about the possibility of being intimate with Derek. With his experience and expertise, I knew he had the ability to take me to places I had never been before. And he did just that. The way he moved against me, the way he dominated me, it was mind-blowing. As someone who usually takes charge, it was a refreshing change to be completely under his control. I had never been with an older man before, but with Derek, it just felt right.

Even though Derek was wrestling with guilt over our encounter, I knew I had to give him the chance to take the lead once more. That's why I took the initiative and gave him my phone number. I wanted him to know that I was open to seeing him again. Hopefully, he wouldn't take too long to reach out, or else I might have to find an excuse to ask him for swimming lessons sooner rather than later.

Despite the remorse that burdened Derek, I admired my own courage in embracing my sexuality and taking charge of my desires. It was a liberating experience, and I felt empowered knowing that I could assert my own needs.

As I stepped back into my father's house, I was immediately reminded of the constant surveillance I had to endure. His watchful eyes made it challenging for me to pursue my desires without risking exposure. I understood that keeping our affair a secret was crucial to protect both Derek and myself. He was well aware of the gravity of our situation, and we both understood the importance of maintaining absolute silence.

Approaching the front door, I quietly inserted my key and entered the living room. My father was engrossed in his usual newspaper reading, comfortably settled in his favorite armchair. I attempted to discreetly pass by him, but he was quick to notice my presence.

"Skye," he called out, raising his gaze from his glasses. "How was your swim?"

"It went well," I replied, trying to sound casual and nonchalant.

"Did you happen to see Derek down there?" he asked, his expression unreadable. "I thought he had mentioned swimming this afternoon."

Internally, panic set in as I realized that my father's suspicious nature could jeopardize my secret rendezvous with Derek. I had to be cautious with my responses and avoid raising any red flags.

"Of course, Dad," I responded with feigned indifference, concealing my nervousness. "I did see him. He greeted me and mentioned that he was going to take a shower." I turned and headed towards my room, taking a deep breath while concealing my annoyance at the need to tiptoe around and keep secrets. Although it felt morally wrong, there was an undeniable thrill in maintaining a clandestine relationship and indulging in forbidden desires.

Derek Riggs was a man of accomplishment and influence, not just in my father's life but in my own as well. I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him, and the prospect of seeing him again ignited a sense of excitement within me. Despite the risks involved, I couldn't resist the allure of being with him. I knew I had to tread carefully and avoid arousing any suspicion from my father, but the temptation of continuing our secret relationship was too irresistible to ignore.

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