His bright hungry gaze held her immobile. Her body still burned with her need to get fucked. She wanted his cock inside her.
“Wrap those gorgeous lips around my dick and suck.”
Yes. “With pleasure.”
She lowered to her knees. His smooth, hard, length beckoned her to taste. One final glance up caught him watching her.
Intense.
She leaned forward, not once taking her gaze from his, rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, and then pulled back. His jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Her mouth dropped down to his balls, sucking them into her mouth at the same time she jerked him.
“Christ!”
Her enthusiasm grew. Trailing a long, wet, lick up his stiff length, she reached the crown of his cock and flicked her tongue in a lazy circle over it.
“Yes, baby. Put my cock in your mouth.” He moaned.
That’s exactly what she did. Widened her lips around his dick and licked him as he thrust down her throat. She propelled back and then sucked him further into her mouth. Her saliva slickened his length, allowing for ease of penetration. Her * juices dripped down her legs. She squirmed, but continued bopping her head on his cock. She suctioned her cheeks tight and felt his fingers grip her hair. His hips thrust into her mouth. Not hard, but with enough force she knew he had a difficult time holding himself still. She jerked and sucked him repeatedly. Faster and faster until all she heard was his hard breathing.
“Stop.” He tugged at her hair, pulling her off his cock.
Grasping her by the shoulders, he helped her back to her feet. Passion burned bright between them. She wanted more.
What sounded like plastic caught her attention. She glanced down as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a condom. She tried to take it off him.
“Let me.”
“Later,” he replied.
He tore at the wrapper and slid the rubber over his cock. Her heart beat so loud in her head she had a hard time listening to anything else. They kissed again, bodies flushed tight.
Anticipation ate at her nerve endings. She needed him. Needed more of his drugging touches.
Before she realized it, he lowered to sit on the sand and pulled her down to straddle him, his very erect cock pointing up and ready for her.
“Ride me.”
Absolutely. She dropped down, placed a leg over his, and gripped his shaft in her hand. He bit his fingers into her hips, helping her with her descent. His cock stretched her * muscles taut. So good. She continued her way down in one quick drive, until she sat there impaled by him.
They both groaned.
She lifted, dropped, and then rocked her hips in a quick shimmy. The move rubbed his dick inside her * in an amazing friction.
“Oh God!” She gasped. Her moves increased in speed. His fingers dug deep into her hips, urging her up and down his length. Her back arched, pushing her breasts out toward his face. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, tugging hard at the little bud. So hard it felt as though her * was on fire and the suck had reached her clit. He bit her tit, let it go with a pop, and sucked her other large breast into his mouth.
“Matt!” She squeaked. Her body stiffened. He increased the speed. She slowed down, waiting for the tension to snap. He dropped her hard over his dick. Each lift and drop tightened the knot in her womb farther and farther. But it didn’t break. He reached between her * lips and pinched at her clit.
The world exploded. Sight, sound, and light swirled into a mess. Her body shook as tremor after tremor racked her. Matt stiffened under her. He bit hard on her nipple, sending shock waves through her body. His cock pulsed in her *. For a moment neither moved, slowly coming down from their pleasure high.
Passion cleared the haze in her eyes. Matt’s eyes sparkled. He gripped her hair and tugged her head closer. Lips met. Soft. Sensual. His hands caressed her breasts and fixed the top of her dress.
When they broke off, he met her gaze with a smile. “Let’s go to my room.”
Um, okay. If it got her more mind-melting sex, she’d go to the deep ends of the ocean and fight a shark if necessary.
Chapter Seven
Matt helped Jessie back to her feet. Her chest and face glowed with perspiration. Beautiful. She breathed in hurried little puffs. Passion burned in his veins with his new need to taste her again. Touch her. Take her.
He hugged her to his side as they headed back to the house. Much to his surprise, they didn’t encounter a single person on their way. It was as if they were completely alone. Jessie’s hand trailed under his shirt. He moved away, grasping her hand in his.
The look on her face, filled with need and hunger, shook off the insecurity of taking her to his room. Desperation took control of him. Of his action. Of his mind.