Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“I already am. I just want… I just need…”
“What? What do you need?”
“Touch me. Please. My pussy.”
I pinch her other nipple hard. “You’re a bad girl, June. You want what you can’t have.”
“Please…”
“Get back up on your hands and knees,” I command.
She rolls over obediently, that delectable ass in the air once more.
Slap!
My hand comes down on her firm flesh.
I move my other hand to her breast that’s hanging down, the nipple turgid and wanting. I tug on it, and—
Slap!
Tug.
Slap!
Tug.
“Is your pussy getting wet, baby?” I demand. “Tell me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“So hot,” she moans. “I’m so hot. My pussy…please. I need your cock in my pussy.”
I slap her ass harder. “That’s what you get when you beg for what you can’t have, June.” I gently pull her legs downward so she’s lying face down, her ass still exposed.
I groan. Her ass is so red. So delectable. The perfect ass to fuck.
I give her another hard smack.
“Sebastian…”
“Grind into the bed, June. With each slap to your ass, I want you to grind against the covers.”
Slap!
She undulates, moving with the rhythm of her clit and her pussy.
“Now take one hand,” I say. “Bring it underneath your body and play with your hard little nipple. Do it.”
She sighs and pulls her right hand up and under. I can’t see what she’s doing, but from the delicious moans coming from her throat, I can tell she’s pinching herself.
“Good,” I say. “Nicely done. Keep playing with that nipple, June, and every time I smack this spectacular ass, I want you to grind your pussy against the bed. I don’t care how wet you get the covers. In fact, get them soaked. I want your pussy cream all over the bed if I can’t have it all over my face and my cock.”
I bring my hand down on her ass once more, and yes…
It happens.
She gyrates on the bed, and she shatters, rolling onto her back, her eyes closed, her pussy glistening…and not from the rhinestones.
I slide my hand over my hard cock, gripping myself. Once I’m under control, I caress her tits, her belly. “How was your orgasm, sugar?”
“I can’t believe it,” she says, her eyes still closed. “I didn’t think I could do it. I’ve never… Mmm…”
I lean down and brush my lips over hers.
I gave her a climax and I didn’t even kiss her.
Those beautiful full lips she has, and I didn’t taste them.
“Kiss me,” I say. “Kiss me and imagine the flavor of your pussy on my lips.”
I nudge my tongue into her mouth.
A soft sigh escapes her. We kiss for only a few minutes until I pull back.
“Kiss me some more,” she says softly. “No one else needs the room. We went second.”
“True.” I give her a peck on her cheek and then on her slender neck. “But the day is still young. We’ve got much more to do.” I stand.
She pulls at my arm. “Don’t go. Not yet.” She smiles. “I have something to tell you.”
“Do you?” I sit back down beside her.
“Yes.” She pulls me closer. “Did I ever tell you that Misty and I had a threesome with an NBA player once?”
She didn’t, but River did. June told him last night. I shake my head. “I didn’t realize you and Misty were friends.”
“We’re not. Not really.” She closes her eyes, her body still flushed. Clearly still in orgasmic bliss. “We run into each other from time to time.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“What I remember of it.” She breathes in deeply, lets it out with a whoosh.
Her words put me on alert. What she remembers of it? There's a story there.
“But I learned something interesting about Misty Holmes," she continues. "Something really interesting.”
“What's that?” I ask.
She opens her mouth, but then someone pounds on the door.
“We’re returning to the dock,” a male voice says. “We’ve got a medical emergency.”
EPISODE 33
EMERGENCY
River
“Help! Help me, please!”
A woman’s voice, and it’s coming from the water. Brett and I, along with Emily, Ariel, and Sienna, rush to the side of the catamaran.
Ginger is waving with one arm. She’s removed her snorkel, and she’s grabbing onto an unconscious Rachel.
My heart goes into overdrive, and I don’t think. I leap over the railing and into the water, swimming the several yards to where they are.
“My God, what happened?” I ask.
“Christ, you don’t have a life jacket.”
“I’m a strong swimmer. What the hell happened to her?”
Ginger gulps. “I don’t know. We were snorkeling, enjoying ourselves, and then she was gone, no longer beside me. I looked up from my snorkel and she was behind me, just… Just…”
“Easy, easy. I’ve got you. I’ve got her.”
“Riv!” Brett yells.
I look up as he tosses the life ring to me. I stretch as far as I can, still holding onto the two women, and can just reach it.
“Here,” I say to Ginger. “You’ve got your life jacket. You can make it to the boat. Let me take care of her.”