Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
My own hands were greedy then, reaching down to work his belt free, then his button and zipper.
He didn’t stop me as I reached inside to free his cock.
It was only when I tried to lift up, tried to take him in, that he suddenly grabbed me, holding me as he got to his feet, then walking me over to the railing.
My back crushed to the cold metal bars.
But the shock of it was fleeting as he shifted his hips, making his thick, hard cock glide against my cleft.
“Drenched for me,” he groaned into my ear as he kept rocking, getting his cock slick as his lips met my neck, creating little shivers of pleasure.
“Julian, please,” I begged, my legs tightening around his hips, trying to use my muscles to shift up enough to slide down on him.
“You want my cock, pet?” he asked, voice deep.
“Yes,” I cried as the head of his cock teased my clit over and over.
Julian pulled back, gaze on mine as he shifted, then surged inside of me, making me take every thick inch of him in one movement.
The sound that escaped me was almost a cry I was so overwhelmed with relief at him finally claiming me, making me completely his.
“Oh, fuck, pet,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to mine as he took a deep breath, like he was just as overwhelmed as I was. “Feel how fucking perfect you are for me?” he asked as he pulled back to look down at me as his cock slid halfway out, then all the way back in.
There were no words after that, both of us too lost in the moment, in the sensations, in the feel of him inside of me, the way our breathing quickened and our bodies moved in sync.
“There you go,” he said as my pussy tightened around his cock. “Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
Just like that, the orgasm shot through my body, coursing through every nerve ending, making my vision flicker white at the intensity.
By the time I came back down, my legs were shaking.
Julian was still rock-solid inside of me.
His hands moved off of my ass, guiding me back to my feet, then turning me, pressing my front against the rails, then grabbing my hips, so he could glide back inside of me.
The rumbling sound that moved through him as he settled deep again.
His hands slid around and up, teasing my breasts until I was writhing against him, somehow just as needy as I’d been before the orgasm a moment before.
He started to move again.
Harder and faster this time.
His hand slid up my back, sifting into my hair, wrapping it around his hand, and pulling hard.
The pain across my scalp had my walls tightening around his cock as he fucked me.
My whimpers became moans as he drove me up.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned as I got tighter and tighter around him. “You’re taking it so good,” he added as his other hand moved around my neck, tightening around my throat, quieting me, and intensifying the orgasm that crashed through me. “Oh, fuck,” Julian groaned, fucking me faster through it, then jerking hard, coming deep inside me.
His arms wrapped me up, holding me against him after. Until the sweat started to dry, chilling me instantly, making my body tremble.
“Come on, pet,” he murmured, kissing my ear, then pulling me with him back to the chaise, where he yanked up his pants, then helped me into my robe, stuffing my bikini into the pockets.
He closed the front, then tightened the sash, his gaze finding mine once again.
“Fucking love the thought of my cum inside of you,” he murmured, making my belly wobble.
We’d had that talk, of course.
I wasn’t about to take a guy inside me without protection without a discussion. Of test results and birth control.
On the former, we’d both pulled up our most recent results up on our phones while in bed. As for the latter, I’d been on the Pill since I was fifteen just to control a dreadful cycle I’d been dealing with since I was twelve.
We were safe.
And I had to agree with him. The idea of him inside me made my belly flip-flop. Even as I had to do a bit of a waddle all the way back to my room to clean up.
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“What?” I asked when I came out from the shower on the afternoon before we were about to pull into the port in Porto Covo.
We were being summoned to one last lunch with my father and Stephen before we all went our separate ways.
My father said that he and Stephen weren’t going to be taking the yacht back to the States, claiming they needed to be back to New York sooner rather than later. They would be taking my father’s jet.