Waxing His Board (Filthy Dirty Summer)

I spanked her again, and she moaned, “Let people see what's yours.”

“Good girl. And are you going to do it again?”

She was silent, so I spanked her twice more on each round globe. “Chloe?” I growled.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Wilder,” she finally responded. Her defiant attitude both pissed me off and turned me the fuck on.

I slipped my hands between her thighs and pushed her legs as wide as they would go. Then I squeezed her butt cheeks, holding them open so I had a better view of my cock sliding between the drenched lips of her pussy. Once I was fully sheathed, I pulled out and slammed back in. “Oh, fuck, baby. You feel so damn good.” I set a pushing rhythm, pounding in and out, making the bed slam against the wall. I would probably have to pay for the damage it was doing. Worth it. A thousand times over.

Chloe’s back arched, and she screamed in pleasure. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Wilder. Harder! Yes!”

“Oh, fuck, Chloe,” I ground out through a clenched jaw. “That’s it, baby. Yes! Fuck! Oh, fuck!”

My spine began to tingle and my balls drew up tight, so I glided my hands around her torso and palmed her tits, urging her up on her knees. “That was the wrong answer, naughty girl,” I whispered harshly in her ear. “I’m not sure I should let you come.”

“Please, Wilder,” she begged softly. That did me in.

“Just one more spanking, and I’ll let you come, baby.”

Releasing one of her breasts, I raised my hand and brought it down, slapping her pussy just as I shoved my cock in as deep as it would go. Her inner muscles clamped down before a scream ripped from her throat as her orgasm barreled into her. I couldn’t hold mine back any longer, and my dick exploded, filling her with jet after jet of my seed until she was so full that it spilled out between her legs.

When our adrenaline began to ebb, we collapsed onto the bed, neither of us able to move.

“You are so fucking sexy, baby,” I rasped as my breathing evened out.

“Takes one to know one,” she quipped, making me chuckle.

After a few minutes of rest, Chloe found the strength to sit up on her knees. She looked beyond magnificent with her skin flushed, her brown eyes sparkling with happiness and lust, and her tits bouncing with every breath.

“Now that you’ve properly punished me, it's time to celebrate.”

I grinned and folded my arms behind my head. “What did you have in mind, gorgeous?”

Rather than responding, she climbed between my legs, grabbed my still mostly hard cock, and wrapped her lips around it, taking me deep right away.

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted, bucking my hips and tangling my hands in her hair. I hadn’t been expecting that, but I could barely think with her hot, wet mouth sucking my dick.

“Congratulations, Wilder,” she said with a cheeky smirk when she came back up for air.

It wasn’t until much, much later that we finally passed out from exhaustion in a sex coma.

“Did you like your celebration?” she asked softly when we woke up.

“It was amazing, baby. But truthfully, having you with me is all I need to celebrate. I love you, Chloe.”

She melted into my side and sighed dreamily. “I love you too. But just to be clear, even though I love you, live with you, and we’re engaged doesn’t mean I won’t crush your record.”

I grinned and kissed the top of her head. “I hope you do, baby. Because I love the way we celebrate.”

Epilogue

Chloe

“It’s good to see you hitting the waves again, Chloe.”

I swiveled my head to look at Katya. She was in the same heat as me, and we were due to paddle out past the breakers any minute now. Although she’d never made it to the WCT, she surfed with a pure joy that made her fun to watch. We had competed against each other during my time on the qualifying series, and she’d never treated me like a kid even though she was a decade older. She had also been the first competitor to congratulate me when I made the Challenger Series.

“Thanks. I’m stoked to be competing again.”

Although I’d had goals I wanted to accomplish before becoming a mom—including the record of Wilder’s that I’d broken my first year on the WCT—I’d left the timing of my first pregnancy up to fate. And it had turned out to be a good call because Wilder had knocked me up the night we celebrated the win that had given me the edge over his rookie year in the championship tour.

If it had happened earlier, I would have happily gone with the flow, but I was glad that I had the chance to make a name for myself on the championship tour before taking time off. Although my time away from my surfboard was a lot less than most people thought because I still hit the waves by our house using a larger board and paddling out on my knees…with Wilder hovering nearby in case I wiped out. It didn’t matter how often the doctor and I had told him I was safe out there because he’d turned into an overprotective helicopter husband when my belly started to grow round. When I reached the thirty-two-week mark, I finally took pity on him and hung up my board until I got the all clear from my doctor after Winslet was born.