The Private Club 3

The Private Club 3 by J. S. Cooper, Helen Cooper

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with my other nipple, and I gripped his shoulders as I felt my legs starting to weaken with desire.
    Greyson pulled away from me and then kissed down my stomach. His teeth grabbed the front of my panties and he gently tugged them down. When they reached my ankles, I quickly stepped out of them and Greyson growled in satisfaction. He stood back up slowly and grinned at me before diving into the pool. I watched as he swam underwater and then popped up on the other side of the pool.
    “Come and join me, Meg.”
    I dived into the pool before I could talk myself out of it. The cold water shocked my skin as I swam, and I stayed underwater, trying to get my body to adjust the cool temperature faster. I swam quickly and did a quick turn when I reached the other side and did another lap. After about thirty seconds, my body adjusted to the temperature, and I lay back in the water and floated on my back.
    “I didn’t know you were such a mermaid.” Greyson swam up to me , and I started to tread water so that I could look at him instead of the ceiling.
    “Well, they don’t call me Ariel for nothing.” I grinned at him and he splashed me. “Hey !” I splashed him back and he laughed.
    “You’re going to get my hair wet !” He screamed and I laughed.
    “I’m sorry to tell you this, but it’s wet already.”
    “So are you.” He licked his lips.
    “Yes, I am wet.” I rolled my eyes. “I am in the water.”
    “That’s not the kind of wet I’m talking about.” He swam closer to me, and I felt his fingers reaching in between my legs. As they caressed my clit, I found my feet kicking faster in the pool.
    “You’re a bad boy.”
    “You wouldn’t want it any other way.”
    “I thought you were trying to be good now.”
    “No.” He shook his head and stared at me. “I said if life had been different, I may be a different person. I may have been good. But life wasn’t different and I’m still me, and I’m as bad as they come.”
    “You’re not really bad .”
    “Oh really?” He grinned at me , and I felt him pull my legs around his waist. “You don’t think I’m bad?”
    “No.” I gasped as I felt him enter me slowly.
    “Not even now?” He laughed and pushed me back against the wall.
    “No.” I shook my head slowly and moaned as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
    “Hold on to my back,” he ordered as his hands gripped the side of the pool. I closed my eyes and gripped his slippery back. “Now lean back into the wall so that your body is floating up a little bit,” he commanded, and I leaned back slightly, holding on to him tightly. “Don’t worry, Meg. I’m not going to let go.”
    I kept my eyes closed as he spoke and concentrated on the pleasure filling my body and not his words. I knew that part of me wished that he truly meant his words. I wanted him to tell me that he was never going to let me go ever. But I dismissed the thoughts. I didn’t want to become that girl. I didn’t want to make this more than it was. Not to me and not to him. We barely knew each other.
    Instead, I concentrated on the way his cock was moving inside of me so delicately and deliciously. It was a different experience, being in the pool and having sex. It felt different. Not necessarily more intense, but more unique. I could feel the water caressing me and I could hear the sound of the splashing as he took me. My breasts bobbled up and down in the water, gently grazing his chest, and my ass felt like it was floating in the water. It almost felt like I was weightless as we clung to each other.
    “I think I’m going to come ,” he groaned into my ear and I opened my eyes to see his face. His eyes were full of desire, and he increased his pace. The water was splashing higher now, and I wrapped my legs around him tighter, enjoying watching him about to orgasm. “Are you nearly there?” he whispered and stilled, looking at me searchingly.
    “No.” I bit my lip as I spoke honestly and moved my hips against him

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