Sweet Satisfaction

I nodded, whimpering. He reared back and slowly sliced into me .

“Ohh.” My eyes rolled back .

“Sierra, watch me fuck you back to me .”

My nipples hardened at his command and I felt another orgasm spring to life in my core. He filled my body with his. He pushed a thumb over my bottom lip and I sucked it greedily while he pumped in and out of me. His cock was like a pleasure stick I could never get enough of. I came harder than I ever had before. Skyrocketing off the couch. Forgetting I was in an old house. Forgetting I was in a home I had abandoned. Forgetting I had hurt this man so deeply I thought he’d never forgive me. He let his thumb linger over my shoulder before sneaking a hand to my breast. With a tweak of my nipple I lost it. I bucked uncontrollably .

My face planted on the couch as he pumped everything he had deep into my walls, filling me with his hot come. It spread through me as his cock pulsed in my swollen walls .

“Ohh,” I sighed. My breasts pressed into the cushions. Every inch of me was covered in sweat. The sweet dampness of epic sex .

“Fuck.”

He kissed my back, moving his lips to my shoulder before sliding his slick cock out of me and lowering me to the couch .

His golden essence seeped from my legs as I laid there in a haze. He crawled forward, taking my lips with his teeth .

I looked into his eyes. “I didn’t know we could do that .”

He waggled his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you could be so dirty, but all your secrets are out now, baby .”

I couldn’t help but giggle. Yeah, they were. Apparently I liked being a very dirty girl with my very dirty ex .

Twenty

Blake

T here was some fucked up shit going on. So much I decided the only thing to do was ignore it .

I couldn’t deal with the fact that Sierra had left eight years ago because of my dad. Or because she was going to have my baby. My dad was dead. How was I supposed to confront a ghost? And the baby … well, Sierra said it never got very far. I tried not to think about it. It all hurt. I didn’t want to think about the past anymore .

There were three days until she had to go back to Dallas .

And until then I was going to fucking enjoy myself .

Sierra leaned back into the cushiony seat I had affixed to the bow for her. I steered the boat farther away from the marina. She kept peeking over her shoulder to watch me behind the steering wheel. My eyes focused on the shallow waters in front of us .

The constant summer storms and drastic tidal shifts altered the channel and made boating in the Core Sound dangerous if I didn’t focus .

I slowed the boat and Sierra took in the little cove. Behind her, the moon was rising higher in the sky .

“What do you think?” I asked as I loosened the anchor from the side compartment box. I heaved it out into the water .

“It’s really pretty out here. And peaceful .”

The boat drifted closer to the shore until the anchor tugged at the bottom .

“This is my favorite spot on the whole island. I don’t get to come here as much as I’d like.” I reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of wine .

“Wine? I thought you were a beer guy.” Sierra stifled a laugh as I fought with the corkscrew .

“I am a beer guy, but you’re not.” I flashed her a wide grin. “I even brought glasses.” I pointed to the bag on the other side of the cooler .

“How did you have time to put all this together ?”

I shrugged. “Nothing but time in the offseason .”

I steadied myself as the wake of an offshore boat passed by. Balancing one glass at a time against my chest, I poured glasses of wine .