Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
“You have a plan?”
“I do. He already has a huge chunk of land. He can still build his resort, just not as expansive as he initially hoped.”
“That’s good actually. Just enough to help with the local economy, but not too much that they leave destruction in their wake.”
“I understand that. I saw how ‘progression’ destroys islands and nature.” He hooks a finger under my chin. “I won’t renege on my promise to you.”
“Damn right. I still have 100 other ways, remember?” I splash him and cast a mischievous glance over my shoulder. “Let’s go to the other side.”
We swim to the far side, where the water is not as deep and the rocks form a natural ledge. We can stand comfortably on the shallow end, and the water is only waist-deep for me. Some of the rocks higher up enclose us, creating some sort of amphitheater.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I say as I lift my head to gaze overhead. Years of living here and it still takes my breath away.
“Very beautiful.”
I look at Oliver, but he’s staring at me instead, naked hunger flaring in his eyes. My body responds instantaneously, wetness blooming between my thighs.
For the past few days, whatever initial attraction I had toward him has only intensified. I’m setting myself up for a possible heartbreak since I find myself getting more attached to someone who can leave any minute.
But whatever.
I’ve never felt this way, either, so go big or go home, right?
Oliver pounces on me, and we become a tangle of limbs. We can’t get enough of each other, and I want to feel him everywhere and have him hit the spot that makes my toes curl.
He lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist before he unties my top, leaving the small fabric hanging uselessly on my chest. I should feel conscious of how small my boobs are, but I don’t. The way he’s panting, pupils blown wide, is more than enough to tamp all the insecurities threatening to bubble to the surface.
“Perfect.” His voice is low and gravelly, making goosebumps rise on my skin.
Oliver lowers his mouth, but instead of kissing me, he sucks the skin on my collarbone, shooting zaps of pleasure through me. It’s going to leave a mark that will take days to fade. He knows what he’s doing, as though he’s trying to brand me.
God, yes.
With one hand, he tugs his shorts down and grabs his massive cock, sliding it along my pussy, with nothing but my bikini bottom between us.
I want it so badly that I squirm in his arms, making him chuckle darkly. “You want this, Oli?”
“Y-yes.”
“My cock inside your tight pussy?”
“Fuck, yes. Please, Oliver. Fuck me, please. Right now. Right here.”
“Such a needy little thing, but who am I to say no?”
He wedges the tip against my entrance, and I tighten my legs around his middle and my arms around his neck. He’s so hard he doesn’t need to guide it anymore. Instead, his hands go to my thighs, lifting me, and in one swift movement, he rams his hips forward.
Spots of color dance before my eyes.
I let out a long moan, which spurs him to go faster, thrusting into me, filling me with his thick girth, hitting that spot again and again until I see stars.
“Fuck, Oli. Fuck. This pussy is so tight. So good. And mine. All mine,” he mumbles against my ear.
A knot of tension winds tighter and tighter in my belly, and I round my hips, meeting his drives, rubbing my clit against anything. My orgasm slams into me, and I scream his name through clenched teeth.
My inner muscles flutter around him when I feel him swell inside of me.
“Jesus, Olivia. You drive me crazy. Fuck!”
His muscles are strung tightly under my fingertips, and with one final thrust, he kisses me hard and fills me with hot, endless spurts, some trickling down to my other hole.
“You know, love. This is the only time I didn’t get what I came here for.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and plants a soft kiss on my jaw. “But it’s the only one where I truly feel like a winner.”
5
OLIVER
If someone told me a month ago that I would one day be domesticated, I would’ve laughed in their faces. A month later, they would’ve laughed in mine.
I’m making breakfast for the Lang family. After spending several nights watching videos and badgering the hired chef for lessons, I think I’m finally ready to cook for them.
I wake up early and raid the resort pantry for whatever ingredients I need. The chef and his sous chef will be up in a few hours to test different recipes again. They still haven’t come up with a solid menu.
There are currently twelve villas—structures finished but unfurnished—for guests, a restaurant to accommodate at least thirty diners at a time, a spa, an outdoor bar and dining area, and three infinity pools.