“This never happened either,” I admitted. “You were my little chastity belt,” I told him. “Always stopping us before we could go too far.”

He caught his cock at the base and then began to run the tip over my lips.

When my tongue poked out to lick my lips, I tasted the salty essence of his pre-cum where he left it behind.

He growled when he saw me licking it up.

Things moved much faster after that.

Seeing that I was so into what we were doing, he got greedy and pulled me up to his chest, my breasts plastering against his once-ravaged skin.

“Your bottoms need to come off,” he growled against my lips.

I didn’t bother taking them off.

I reached down, moved them to the side, and ran my slit up and down the length of his cock.

He hissed at the wet heat he felt there, his hands clenching tight on my rib cage to help guide my movements.

On one such pass, his cock head caught the lip of my entrance and became stuck inside.

Before I could so much as back up, he was lifting up and slamming inside of me so hard that I saw stars.

Not the bad kind of stars, either. The good ones. The ones that would hopefully never leave me.

“Ohh,” I moaned. “Luca, I…”

His hand came down over my face, covering me from ear to ear with his palm.

“There are people out there, baby,” he whispered roughly into my ear. “If they hear, they might call the cops.”

I shivered deliciously at the idea of getting caught, and he started to laugh.

“Why doesn’t it surprise me that the idea of that turns you on?” he asked. “You want to get caught? You want them seeing me fucking you? Filling you full of my cock?”

My breath hitched, and he caught it.

“You do,” he growled. “You want them to know I’m fucking you, don’t you?”

Looking into his glittering eyes, I nodded my head.

I wanted the entire freakin’ world to know that he was mine. I wanted them to see that I was his, too. That he was the absolute center of my world.

It pricked some possessive gene inside of me, reminding me that he wasn’t quite mine—yet.

Them seeing us together, though? That would very well make my life easier.

It was too bad this wasn’t Kilgore, Texas instead of Destin, Florida.

There were plenty of people back home that needed to know exactly what this man was to me.

“So, should I let you be loud?” he rasped, his mouth traveling over my eyes as he bucked his hips.

I whimpered, feeling the impending orgasm come on like a slow roll.

Not quite there, but it had the potential to steal the breath right out of my chest.

“I should,” he fucked up into me harder, his cock hitting so deep that I almost felt pain instead of pleasure.

It was such a fine line that I couldn’t figure out whether I liked it or not. But the thing was, my orgasm was building and building and building. The likes of which I’d never once experienced before.

I’d given myself plenty of orgasms. I wasn’t a monk. I had a vibrator.

And Luca had given me his fair share with his fingers.

Not to mention the previous night where he’d taken my virginity had rocked my world.

But Jesus Christ.

The feeling that was slowly overtaking my ability to think coherently.

Yeah, that was something that I’d never felt before.

I was building.

It was the fear of being caught, laced with the edge of almost pain, paired with just the simple fact that this was Luca that did it.

In between one breath and the next, my body just… imploded.

From the inside out it started.

Tiny little starbursts of elation and glee rolled through me.

A burst of pleasure started in my vagina and exploded outward.

Tiny goosebumps raced from my navel to my throat.

My nipples pebbled into the hardest peaks I’d ever felt. Paired with them rubbing deliciously over the ridged scars on Luca’s chest? Yeah, I was just broken. Utterly and figuratively broken.

“Knock, knock!” a cheerful voice called out. “Do you need a refill on any drinks?”

The cabana boy, Richard, was back.

My orgasm skyrocketed to levels that I’d never even imagined.

The idea of him being on the other side of the flimsy material that covered the tent we were fucking inside made me want to scream.

“Shhh, baby,” he ordered gruffly. “I don’t want to share you with him.”

My clit stroked deliciously over his pubic hair as he called out to good ol’ Rick.

“We’re fine, Richard,” Luca said calmly.

He sounded as if he was just having a leisurely nap with the blinds closed instead of fucking me blind.

I would’ve laughed had I had any breath left in my lungs after the orgasm I’d just had.

Tiny little aftershocks were ricocheting through me as he continued to fuck me just as hard as he had been earlier.

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