“Still takin’ your pills like a good girl?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He grunts in approval, his hands gripping my waist, holding me tight for his thrusts. I wrap my legs around him tighter and just let myself go. Dante takes a few steps closer to shore. Up and down, he guides me over his cock. I’m so close, but can’t get enough friction and whine in frustration. Dante’s eyes open, searching my face. He slows his movements and guides one hand to my clit, pressing and rubbing, while I grind my hips into him.
He leans down; light beard stubble grazes my cheek. His tongue flicks my earlobe. “That’s it. Come all over my bare dick. Your hot fuckin’ pussy is choking my dick, baby girl. Feels so good,” he growls against my neck.
His filthy words finally trigger my orgasm and I moan long and loud. Dante’s hands return to my hips and a few short strokes later, he comes with a roar. My forehead drops to his shoulder, while my arms hug him tight.
Still joined together, he carries me out of the water. He sets me down on a picnic table and I sigh when we lose our connection. “Stay right there,” he orders.
He returns with his jeans on, but unbuttoned. Droplets of water cling to his colorfully inked skin. Our clothesfisted in one hand. He takes his T-shirt and pats me dry before dressing me. When we’re both fully dressed, Dante kisses my forehead. His hand cups my cheek, thumb rubbing over my skin. I close my eyes and lean into his touch.
“How was school today?” he asks.
“Okay,” I murmur.
“Anything exciting happen?”
“Not really.”
“That sounds like a ‘yes, but I don’t want to tell you’ to me,” he says, a dark chuckle following his words.
Finally, opening my eyes, I glance up at him. “Athena’s mad at me because I don’t want to go to prom.”
He cocks his head, dark eyes narrowing “Why don’t you want to go?”
I’m shocked he’s asking. Isn’t the answer obvious? How could I go to prom with someone else? And I know there’s no way in hell he’s going to prom with me.
“I, uh—”
“You need a dress?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“What?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to go.” There I said it.
The laughter I expected doesn’t come. His face remains stone-cold serious. “I don’t. But that doesn’t meanyoucan’t go. Don’t some of you all just get together and go in groups?”
“Yeah, I guess.” I tilt my head up. “You won’t be mad if I go?”
His eyebrows draw down in a deep frown. “No. Why the fuck would I bemad?”
“I don’t know.”
He settles his big hands over my shoulders and crouches down so we’re eye to eye. “Babe, you plannin’ to fuck someone else at your prom?”
“No! Of course not.”
“Then why would I have a problem with it?”
“Okay, okay.”
He shakes his head at me. “Here, seems like a good time to give you this.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a credit card and handing it to me. My name is embossed on the front.
“What’s this?”
