Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
It was a dock a couple feet over the water. Maybe ten feet by ten feet with a ladder leading up and somewhere to tie up your boat or kayak and a roof to protect you from the unyielding sun at this point in the trail.
It technically belonged to private property, and was rented out in the past as a camping spot, with a outdoor shower and outhouse on the land a few yards in. But the place was owned by the bank now, so there was no worries about us being caught as I pulled us up, then tied the kayak up.
“Go on,” I invited as I refastened my pants.
“Ah, that’s a no for me, dude,” she said, eyeing it dubiously.
“Chickenshit,” I said, standing up myself, making the whole kayak wobble. Rynn let out a squeal, hands shooting out to the sides, holding on as I climbed up the short ladder.
Dropping onto my ass, I leaned forward, offering her my hands.
“Come on,” I invited.
She eyed me dubiously for a second, but eventually chose the dock over the kayak. Likely out of fears of the gators.
As she stood, I grabbed her under her arms, and started to pull, her body coming up slowly, her intense gaze on me, both of us very aware how vulnerable she was right then.
I lifted her until she was straddling me before grabbing the back of her neck, hauling her forward, and sealing my lips to hers.
Her hands were impatient, but I kept her close, not letting her take off my shirt, or reach between us to toy with my cock again.
There hadn’t been time in her office to explore, not knowing when her office mate might return.
But out here, with no one for miles?
We had time.
And I was going to use it to take my sweet ass time with her.
My fingers drifted up from her neck to stroke through her silky hair, then gently massage her scalp, something that had her lips ripping from mine on a moan as she rested her forehead on my shoulder.
Guess I found her sweet spot.
Scalp rubs.
I took full advantage of that, massaging until she was writhing against me, until her lips were exploring my neck.
Only then did my hands drift down her back, grabbing the hem of her shirt, and drawing it up and off.
My shirt followed.
Her hands were moving up my arms as mine drifted up her ribs, then backward again, this time untying her bikini top, and drawing it slowly away, leaving her bare to me in front of the water and the nature behind her.
“Fucking beautiful,” I said, watching as her eyes went a little round, like she was surprised, before her lips were on mine again.
Soft and sweet at first, but getting more needy with each passing moment.
My hands went down to her hips, pulling her up slightly so she had the height advantage, and I could lean forward and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, something that had a deep moan escaping her as her nails dug into my shoulders.
I moved across her chest, continuing the sweet torment before my lips were moving between her breasts, then down her stomach.
I worked her skirt down, and she helped me slide it off along with her panties, leaving her completely fucking gloriously naked.
Perfect.
God, she was so fucking perfect.
My hands went to her ass, holding, then pulling her with me as I went flat on my back.
“Sit,” I demanded, voice rough, as she straddled my face. “I said sit,” I grumbled, yanking her down when she hesitated.
Her sweet taste met my tastebuds as I worked her with my tongue, with my lips, feeling her writhe around me, her thick thighs like a vice grip around my head.
If this was how I went, her taste in my mouth, her whimpers in my ears, suffocated by her thighs, yeah, I’d die a happy fucking man.
Her hips writhed as I devoured her, riding my face as she got closer and closer, her moans getting louder, echoing out across the empty space.
“Cato,” she whimpered, her hand closing over mine on her thigh. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
I wasn’t going to stop.
Not until she was crying out her orgasm, her thighs shaking, her weight pressing more firmly down on me as she lost control.
She scooted backward as soon as she was in her own mind again to do so, her head resting on my chest as she breathed hard.
I rolled to my side, taking her to hers. I pulled her chin up, and sealed my lips to hers once again.
Soft, exploring, waiting for her to come back down, so I could begin to drive her back up.
My hands explored then too, moving down the slope of her spine, over her ass, her thighs, pulling one over my hip, opening her up to me, then letting my hand slide between, avoiding her clit, but teasing over her sensitive skin, then slipping inside of her.