“Brody, we can’t—”
My mouth presses down on her soft lips, which are trembling as she has thoughts of getting caught having sex on the beach. She thinks she has a choice, but she doesn’t. If she wants me to continue to fuck her for the rest of the week, then she has to do exactly what I say.
“Fuck me right here. Anyone could see us. We could get kicked off the resort for this. Arrested even. But none of that matters because you can’t help but fuck me,” I say into her lips as I continue kissing her.
She writhes beneath me, trying to fight between what she wants and what she feels is right.
My hand slips down between her legs, beneath her bikini bottoms. I rub over her clit and then into her pussy
. She wants me. Now. She can’t hide what her body is telling me.
“Decide, Skye. Fuck me here, or don’t fuck me ever again.”
Her eyes search mine. “You couldn’t stop fucking me if I didn’t fuck you here.”
I smirk. “There are plenty of other women I could fuck. You said you wanted a bad boy, a man to take charge and play out your wildest fantasies. So, either let me have the control or find someone else.”
“Fuck me,” she says without hesitation. Whatever doubts she had before are gone. She wants me, and that’s all that matters to her now.
“Good girl,” I say, settling between her legs as I bite her bottom lip hard for hesitating in the first place.
She whimpers at the sting of the pain, but it does want I intended it to do. It makes me the sole focus of her attention. She’s forgotten that we are on a beach chair, only feet from the nearest couple.
I move my kisses down her neck, and my fingers trace circles between her folds. Her breathing is slow and heavy, but I know it’s soon going to turn fast and desperate.
“Grab my cock,” I say into her ear.
Her hand finds the waistband of my swim trunks, and she slips her hand inside, finding my hard cock, stroking it over and over.
“That’s my girl,” I say, loving how she strokes my cock with just the right amount of pressure.
I pull a condom out of my pocket and place it in her other hand.
“Put it on,” I command.
Her eyes grow heavy as she rips the condom wrapper open with her teeth.
“Don’t move,” I say as a couple walks by us, hand in hand.
I can feel her heart racing in her chest. She holds her breath, not moving an inch. And I’m afraid she’s going to back out and not let me fuck her.
The couple passes, and I look her in the eye again, trying to get her focus back on me. “Put the condom on.”
She takes a deep breath with a sexy grin. “Don’t worry, handsome.” She leans forward, firmly kissing me as her tongue darts into my mouth. “I don’t think I could ever stop fucking you.”
I growl and shove her hand holding the condom toward my cock, needing the damn condom on now before I fuck her whether it’s on or not.
She gets the hint and places the condom on. I shove her bikini bottoms down and pull my cock out, not caring who is looking as I slide it into her slit. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer to her, and I push harder inside her.
I know I need to make this fast, but I could stay buried deep inside her forever if she let me. And I have a feeling, from the look of ecstasy on her face, that she would.
But I can hear people coming. I know that our risky moment can only be that—just a moment. That, if I want to fuck her properly, I’m going to need to find a place more private than the beach. Because, if we get caught, I’ll lose her trust and ability to take control of her body. And I won’t give that up.
So, I fuck her hard. Fast. Thrusting quickly without giving her a second to breathe.
“Come, Skye,” I command as I come deep inside her, not waiting for her.
She comes as she buries her face into my shoulder to keep from crying out.