Riled (The Invincibles 4)

“Are you wet for me?” I asked, slowly trailing my fingers down the center of her body and then back up. She mewled again, this time in frustration.

“Show me.”

“What?”

“I said, show me.” I moved one of her hands from above her head and placed it on her pussy. I reached for her other hand and moved it to her breast. “Pinch your nipple and then show me how wet it makes you.”

I watched as her fingers spread open her folds and she dragged them through her wetness. I grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to my mouth, groaning as I suck her essence from them. “More.”

I caught a hint of a smile as she followed my command, wetting her fingers and then bringing her hand back to my mouth.

“Keep pinching your nipple, sweetheart.” I sucked her fingers clean a second time and then captured her hard nipple between my teeth. Kensington’s back arched, and she cried out with the bite of pain.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

“Do it again,” she whispered.

I moved to her other breast and sunk my teeth into its fleshy side. “Put your fingers in your pussy,” I demanded before sucking hard on her nipple and while I rubbed circles on her clit with my thumb.

“Harder,” I whispered in her ear. I captured her sounds of pleasure when my mouth covered hers and she came.

I pinched her clit when she tried to move my hand away. “Too sensitive, my darling?”

Kensington’s hand grasped my wrist as I reached down and thrust two fingers inside her.

“God, Cortez, please.”

“Please what, my beauty?”

Her eyes met mine. “Fuck me.”

“Say it again.”

“Fuck me. Hard. I’m begging you.”

I rolled her over, pulled her up at the waist, and thrust inside her drenched heat. She was so tight around me, the perfect size to squeeze my girth as I moved in and out with a slowness that was as painful for me as I knew it was for her.

“Harder,” she begged, pushing herself against me.

“Not yet.” I kept the same slow, maddening pace until I felt her relax into the rhythm. As soon as she did, I withdrew despite her cry of protest, put my arm around her waist, and rolled her to her back. I raised her legs, holding them together at her ankles and entered her with a single, brutal thrust. “Breathe with me, Kensington.”

She looked into my eyes and concentrated on matching her breathing to mine. I pushed deeper into her and held myself there, focusing on her breath, the look in her eyes. She squeezed me with her pussy, and I nipped her ankle, making her giggle and do it again.

I thrust harder then, ramming into her and watching her expression change from playful to lost in a cloud of bliss. Only then did I allow myself to careen over the edge and empty my release deep inside of her.

In a dizzy haze, I dropped beside her, pulling her into my arms. “You are so fucking perfect,” I murmured. “You’re everything.”

I was astounded when I heard the pilot say we were beginning our descent. Kensington and I had pleasured one another’s bodies the entire nine-hour trip. Even now, I could barely stand not being back inside of her. I was insatiable. Evidently, she was too, given she reached out and wrapped her hand around my softening cock.

“We have time,” she said, pleading with her eyes and taking me into her mouth.

“As if I can resist you.”

We were shuttled from the plane to a boat launch where we were quickly transported to the private island of Fregate, the easternmost in the Seychelles.

On the way, the boat’s driver educated us on the lush vegetation and told us the largest treehouse in the world sat in one of the island’s Banyan trees. We had seven pristine beaches that we only needed to share with the more than two thousand free-roaming, giant Aldabra turtles.

Thatched-roof cottages dotted the hillsides above the dock where the boat would remain for our entire stay. If it became necessary to leave quickly, there was also a helipad on the opposite side of the island with a helicopter on standby.