Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Never once did he take his eyes off me.
Each time I watched him smile, I started feeling more and more and more.
Then his eyes started to wander.
They started just roving over my face.
Then he started to get even more daring, his eyes going from my neck, then farther to my breasts.
At first, I was just thinking about how sweet it was that he was staring at me with such intensity.
Then I started to think about this morning, and how good everything had felt.
I could still feel the weird tingling between my legs, and how not necessarily that it was pain that I was feeling, but more a feeling of being well used.
The perception was a downright turn on, and the more I thought about it, the more I decided that I needed to do something about it.
Between one dive and the next, he’d leaned forward in the lounger. His abs had been on display, his elbows on his knees, and only his face had been in the sun.
The sun had been shining in his colorless gray eyes and I could see the love and devotion on his face.
And it’d just hit me.
I had to have the man.
I didn’t care that we were in the middle of a public beach.
I didn’t care that we could be caught.
I also didn’t care about the way it would look if we closed all our blinds.
All I cared about was him—and having him inside of me.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his hands going to my hips.
I ran my hand down the length of his neck, my fingertips skimming over a particularly thick scar.
“I’m being bad,” I admitted. “I’m thinking that I want you.”
“You’re thinking?” he asked, his cock starting to lengthen underneath me.
I grinned and pressed a kiss to his brow.
“Thinking might’ve been the wrong word,” I admitted. “More like know.”
“You know you want to be bad? Or you know that you want me?” he wondered.
I skimmed my lips over his closed eyelids.
“I’m knowing that I want you and that I want to be bad,” I murmured. “Now shut up and let me kiss you.”
I felt him smile, felt my lips skim against his teeth.
“Yes, ma’am,” he rumbled.
I licked his upper lip, and his hands clenched on my ass.
I pressed myself even deeper into him, loving the way he felt between my legs.
He felt so hard. So perfect. So thick.
I rotated my hips upward, moaning when my clit came into contact with his hard dick.
One of his hands skimmed up my back, running along the length of my spine.
I bent forward and bit the tip of his ear, making his cock jerk.
“Unlatch my top,” I whispered.
His fingers moved to the back of my top, then unbuttoned them with ridiculous ease.
“That took me five minutes to get into earlier.” I huffed a laugh against his ear, skimming my lips from his ear all the way to his nose.
His hands clenched on my ribcage, his thumb coming up to sweep against the underside of my breast.
His chest rumbled when I started to rock against him faster.
“You need to lose your pants,” I ordered, going up on my knees to give him room to maneuver.
When his cock popped free of his tight, still slightly damp swim shorts, I nearly moaned.
Earlier I hadn’t gotten a chance to really look at him.
I’d been too embarrassed.
But I was reckless, wanton Francesca right now.
I was Wonder Woman and Thor and Captain America all rolled into one.
I could look at a cock without blushing.
Kind of.
Honestly, it was probably a good thing that the light in the tent was on the lower side because my face was lit with fire as I looked at his cock for the first time in a very long time. For the first time that wasn’t in the back of a car, in the dark, or secretly somewhere where anybody might catch us.
It was big.
And when I say big, I mean big.
Like, I wouldn’t be fitting that bad boy in my mouth—ever.
I mean, I could fit the head, and possibly a bit more of his shaft, but if he shoved that massive thing down my throat and I choked on it? I’d probably die.
“You’re staring,” he said, one of his hands going to my hair to curl the wet locks around his fist.
I ran my hand down the length of his chest, coming to a stop where his pubic hair started to mingle with the hair on his belly.
“I was thinking that deep-throating you is probably never going to happen,” I admitted as I slowly started to sink down the lounger.
His breath caught in his throat, and his hand tightened in my hair.
He didn’t stop me from moving until I was between his legs and my mouth was inches from his cock, though.
No, he just watched and waited.
I smiled up at him as I descended the rest of the way, not stopping until my lips were against the head of his cock.