Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“For exposing myself.”
June unties her bikini top and lets it drop to the floor. “So now we’re even.”
Not really. He saw June completely naked on the catamaran yesterday. But no one has seen Alex’s cock that I know of...and it’s a sight more luscious than a sun-ripened peach on a hot Alabama day.
Alex tilts his head at me. Is he thinking I’ll remove my top? He saw my breasts last night, he pleasured me between my legs.
But I do have something he hasn’t seen. I untie my sarong and let it drop to the floor. Then I turn, showing him my thong-clad bare ass, Tweety bird and all.
When I turn back around, June is kneeling in front of him, his cock in her mouth.
I stop my eyes from shooting out of my head. Man, she works fast.
Alex keeps his gaze on mine, but he doesn’t stop June.
Of course not. He’s a man. If there’s one thing men can’t resist, it’s a blow job.
Though Brett resisted it from me the first night. And Alex last night.
What’s wrong with me? How am I so much easier to resist than June?
Easy. She’s a fucking lingerie model.
“I should go,” I say quietly.
But Alex shakes his head at me, smiling. He strokes June’s hair. “Hey,” he says. “Let’s go into my bedroom.”
June moves back from his cock. “Sounds perfect.” She looks at me and winks. “At least I’ll remember this one.”
For a moment, I don’t know what she means until I remember her threesome with Misty and the basketball player. Not her first time.
It is mine.
I’m not sure I want this, but Alex asked me not to leave. I follow him and June into his massive bedroom, the bed linens rumpled. Alex lies down, and June crawls between his legs, beginning where she left off.
I expect Alex to close his eyes, get into it, but instead he doesn’t break his gaze from mine. I’m still wearing my bikini, and June still has her bottoms on.
The heat in Alex’s eyes makes me feel like the bikini is melting off my body. Alex didn’t seem to mind Tweety, so I remove my top and bottoms and join them on the bed.
Now what?
Alex still stares at me, but I’m not sure where I fit in this scenario. Should I kiss him? Kiss his chest, his nipples? Straddle him and ride his face?
That all sounds pretty good, but he spent a good part of last night pleasuring me there. Wouldn’t he want me doing something else?
He only has one cock—one pleasure center.
I bite on my lower lip.
I’m superfluous. Exceeding what is efficient or necessary. That was the last word on Mama’s word-a-day calendar before I came to the island.
And I’m thinking too much. I’m not needed here, and I should just go.
But just when I’m about to leave the bed, Alex reaches toward me and touches my arm. Sizzles shoot through me like an electric current.
“Come here,” he says.
I slide over to him and kiss his lips gently.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he says.
I’m not sure what to say to that.
“I want to taste you again, Ariel. Taste that sweet nectar between your legs. Sit on my face, sweetheart. Please.”
EPISODE 69
SLOW COMFORTABLE SCREW
Emily
I wake up, turn to snuggle up to River and—
I jerk upward in bed. The arsehole sneaked away after our morning fuck.
I rise and traipse into the bathroom, naked, and gaze at my face in the mirror. My lips are swollen and puffy from our kisses, and my breasts and nipples ruddy from River’s attention. My hair is a mass of tangles since I didn’t comb it after our shower last night. I grab a brush, work through it, and then pull it back with a band into a high ponytail.
A run is what I need—a fresh start for a new day. I can still feel River’s mouth on my skin, and thoughts about the time we’ve spent have gotten under my skin. Just as well that he’s gone this morning. I can’t get too infatuated with the gorgeous cowpoke, no matter how hot a lover he is.
And my God, he’s a bloody amazing lover.
Yeah. I need that barefoot run in the sand.
My family spent several summers in East Sussex when I was a child. I spent many happy hours on Camber Sands Beach, which stretches for several miles. During my teens, I took up early morning beach running. I enjoyed the increased resistance then, and the toned legs it provided. Now I love it because the softer surface is easier on my joints. Win-win.
I throw on a sports bra and running shorts, slide into my flip-flops, grab my water bottle, and leave my suite. I stop in the kitchen to fill up the bottle when I spy Zion—lovely dick on that one—and some of the others setting up for the day.