Don't Promise (Don't 3)

I bit at that tight nub before plunging my tongue inside her.

She bucked and writhed, but I couldn’t get enough, or give her enough. My tongue twisted and lapped, sucking her juices. Tasting her honey with a thirst I had thought was gone.

I looked up as I was sucking on her clit and saw her hands splayed against her chest. I reached forward, unsnapping the rest of her buttons. She groaned, massaging her breasts.

I was fucking hard as a rock. I tugged the lace down over her tits, jutting them over the bra.

“Ohh,” she cried. Her fingers finding the hard tips and pinching them.

“You’re a fucking siren. You know that?”

I dove between her legs, pumping my tongue in and out when I felt her clench around me. Her hips lifted as she ground into me relentlessly. I felt the tension in her body cling to her just before she whimpered with the orgasm. I watched in horny satisfaction as she came on the floor of my boat.

Her legs spread wide. Her fingers squeezing her hard nipples. Her pussy wet from me.

“Oh, baby.” I looked at her when she eased off the cliff of her orgasm. “So many ways to fuck you, I can’t decide which one.”

“Oh God.” She choked.

I laughed. “I think we’ll figure it out.”

I unbuckled my shorts and kicked them off my legs.

I sat on the blanket. “I want your ass right here.”

She sat up, crawling toward me. Her tits looked swollen and pushed together. They were fucking amazing.

“Straddle me,” I commanded. “I want that tight pussy of yours on my dick.”

She moved one leg and then the other until she was facing me.

I leaned back, crossing my hands behind my head. “Now fuck me.”

“Ohh, Blake.”

She came down on my shaft in a groan of pleasure as her head lashed back.

“Fuck.”

She felt too good. Hot. Tight. Wet. And she was so wild. She rode me with abandon. Her tits bouncing. Her hair flying. Her swollen clit grinding into me each time she landed against me.

And she moved faster and harder.

My hands moved to her hips, clutching at her. I speared my cock inside her as she screamed out.

“That’s it, baby,” I coaxed. “The whole damn island needs to hear how I fuck you.”

“Oh, Blake. I can’t,” she cried.

“Yes you can.”

I lifted her off my shaft and moved her to her stomach.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking this pussy how I want it.”

“Oh God.”