Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
And wider.
The hand gripping her hair, callously winds the strands around my fingers for a better grip while the other drops below the surface.
Barbarically yanks at her bottoms.
Creates a matching grasp to the one above the water and ferociously tugs causing the material to teasingly caress her clit.
An attempt to break her lips free immediately occurs on the most irresistible whimper prompting my wet muscle to whip around hers faster.
Trap it deeper.
Punish it for its desire to escape and ceaselessly provide more reasons to steadily strengthen the pressure against her swelling nub.
Increase the pace.
Grind my tongue, my hips, and my wrist all at the same speed until I literally feel her knees buckling.
Then – and only then – do I allow my mouth to fall from hers enough to airily command, “Beg.” Completely undoing her bottoms is executed alongside a growled, “Beg for me, Little Prey.”
“Please,” Bryn shakily implores, lower half anxiously rocking back, desperate for connection. Satisfaction. “Please, Wes.”
“Please…what, Little Prey?” I guide the tip of my dick out of my shorts and tauntingly circle it around her entrance. “Please, touch you?” Repeating the action receives a whimper. “Please, fuck you?” A small push inside has her pussy needily clamping down on the head of my cock. “Please, make you fucking scream?” Another shallow rock is delivered. “Be. More. Specific.”
She drops her head backwards so that her hooded gaze can find mine and purrs, “Please, make me yours.”
Sharply thrusting forward bows her back on a boat shaking scream, leaving me no other option than to do it again.
And again.
To possessively cup her pussy and fuck her into my hand.
Wet wave upon wave washes over my cock, commanding I ride them, control them, claim them or become completely consumed by them.
Our bodies effortlessly crash together resulting in the pool water splashing us.
The sides of the deck.
The chairs containing our coverups.
Hypotonic melodies of the ocean crashing into the yacht fuse with the heavenly howls of my name being offered in mercy and gratitude and desideratum.
A ferocious pendulum of hair pulling and pussy pounding precedes her fingers planting themselves on the very edge of the pool for leverage and her knees carelessly colliding into the wall during their struggle for stability.
“Such a good little piece of prey,” I wolfishly pant, teeth sinking into the nape of her neck. The side. “You’re gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” my wife agrees without hesitation, ass bucking unrelentingly into each pump.
“You’re gonna show me that I’m the predator.”
“Y-y-y…” her head tries to whip away inspiring me to clamp down on the sensitive skin harder. “Yes!”
“You’re the prey,” is purred between bites. “You’re my fucking prey, baby.”
“Goddddyessss.” Bryn wildly trembles when the grinding of my palm quickens. “So close.”
“You want my fucking cum?” The sensation of her sopping wet muscles swelling around my shaft has me sucking in air through gritted teeth and throwing my whole body into every frantic thrust. “You want what only my little prey ever gets?”
“Y-y-y-yes,” can barely leave her quivering lips.
“Scream my fucking name, Bryn.”
Once more her movements and breath falter.
“Scream my fucking name and I’ll give you everything you want.” My legs wobble as my balls tighten in warning. “Everything you fucking need.”
“Wes,” escapes in what feels like just a whisper before carnal cries come rushing out to the same searing hot cadence her slick muscles are delivering. “Wes! Wes! Wesssss!”
“Mine.” Red-hot ropes of cum rush to blend with the erotic effusion I’m victoriously relishing in while Bryn’s head snaps back into my teeth’s latest unyielding grip. I gormandize on the vibrations of her gracious whines of gratification in tandem with my dick delightfully drowning in a second round of orgasmic waves. “Only.” Smugness can literally be felt as my lips spread against her neck, and we both love it. “Mine.”
Chapter 17
Brynley
“Do you have on the right shoes?” Wes inquires on the video chat from Lurch’s screen. “The non-slip type?”
“Yes.”
“Has the floor been recently dried?”
“Yes.”
“Actually, dried, Bryn.” His face poorly tries to peer at more of the territory. “Hurst, angle me downward.”
“Lurch, do not angle him downward.”
My husband’s brow crinkles in displeasure. “Bryn-”
“You’re being paranoid.”
“Cautious.”
“Controlling.”
“Concerned.”
“And I get that,” my hands fall firmly to the hips of my wide khaki capris, “but I need you to get that I’m going to be fine. Slipping once on a boat in choppy waters doesn’t mean I don’t know how to safely stand next to a feeding tank.” The sarcastic tipping of my head to the side causes a strand from my messy bun to fall loose into my eyes. “I’m not gonna fall in there, Wes, and even if I did-”
“Don’t.”
“-I know how to swim like I’m goddamn Black Manta.”
“Please tell me you edited your speech for appropriate language.”
Lurch lightly chortles under his breath prompting me to send a glare in his direction.