Leo hauled himself from the pool, his black shoulder-length hair plastered to his face and his D-cup breasts heaving under the tiny bikini top. Water cascaded down his smooth, hairless swimmer’s body, tracing every curve of his 5’8” frame and pooling at the swell of his bubble butt. At twenty-three he had stopped his medication weeks ago, and the results were glorious—full breasts, a working six-inch cock tucked against the damp fabric, and a pussy that grew slick with every forbidden thought of his father. Dante was forty-three, a towering six-foot-five billionaire with a body carved from marble and a twelve-inch cock that Leo craved more than air. They had never touched, yet the tension between them crackled like lightning.
He rounded the pool-house corner still dripping and froze. Dante had the pool boy bent over a lounge chair, driving into him with powerful thrusts. The older man’s muscular ass flexed, sweat gleaming on his skin. Leo’s heart cracked. A small, wounded sound escaped his throat.
Dante’s head snapped up. “Leo.” The pool boy scrambled away, muttering apologies, leaving father and son staring at each other across the humid air.
“You’re fucking the help now?” Leo’s voice was sharp, green eyes flashing. “Couldn’t even wait until the house was empty?”
Dante straightened, his massive cock still hard and glistening. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, son. You’ve been parading around in that bikini for weeks, knowing exactly what it does to me.”
Leo stepped closer, water still dripping from his breasts and the front of his bottoms. “I stopped my meds for you. These tits, this pussy—they’re yours if you’d ever grow a pair and take them. Instead you’re out here pounding some random twink.”
Dante’s gaze raked over him. “You think I don’t notice how wet you get every time I walk by? How your cock strains against that scrap of fabric? I’ve been hard for you since you turned twenty-one.”
The air thickened. Leo’s nipples tightened visibly. “Then stop talking and prove it. Or are you all show and no twelve-inch follow-through?”
Dante closed the distance in two strides, crushing Leo against the pool-house wall. Their mouths met in a bruising kiss. Leo’s hands roamed the older man’s chest while Dante tugged the bikini aside, freeing Leo’s cock and exposing his dripping pussy. Fingers slid through slick folds. “So fucking wet for me already,” Dante growled.
Leo shoved him back onto the lounge chair and straddled him, strong thighs flexing. He sank down onto that massive cock, gasping as it stretched his pussy wide. “God, yes—harder.” They moved together, panting and sweating, Leo riding with fierce rhythm while his own cock bounced and leaked. Dante thrust up, gripping Leo’s ass, driving deep until both men came hard—Leo’s pussy clenching and pulsing, his cock spurting cum across Dante’s abs.
They collapsed together, still joined, hearts hammering. Leo traced a finger through the mess on Dante’s stomach. “This changes everything.”
Dante’s hand slid possessively over Leo’s breast. “It’s only the beginning, and Sophia has no idea what’s coming for her.”
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