Unbelievable (Beg For It 4)

“Yes!” I cried, triumphant, driving two fingers into her pussy, pressing my thumb against the tight, slick ring of her ass. “Come like that!” She bucked and quivered, panting, shuddering, her orgasm drawn out and lingering through her body.

Slowly, she went limp, draped across my lap. Gently, I gathered her in my arms, holding her against me, her head against my chest.

“So good,” I praised her. It was hard to give yourself over like that, trust and let yourself enjoy something so taboo, something so naughty. She’d given me a gift.

“So good,” she murmured, sounding stunned. Oh, she was going to get that gift again, for sure.

CHAPTER 14

Caroline

“Now about that orgasm we were discussing earlier.” My head pressed against Colt’s bare chest, I felt his words rumble.

I chuckled, lazy and languid. “I’m pretty sure I just had one.” Holy hell I’d had an orgasm. From spanking. What? But confusion and perhaps embarrassment would have to be saved for a later date. I was booked just then, not a second to spare, all filled up with bliss. I sat in Colt’s lap back on our blanket, his strong arms holding me, eyes half closed, enveloped by him.

“I have my mind set on something you mentioned earlier today,” he continued. “When you were panicking.”

“When I over-shared?” I remembered. Damn my mouth. I’d never been good at keeping secrets. And with Colt, I seemed determined to share everything.

“I wouldn’t say that. You shared a secret with me. I want to know all your secrets. Especially when I can play such an important role.” His hands stroked my waist, caressing, like the gentle lapping of the waves along the shore. I relaxed against him, enjoying the sensual languor of his stroke.

“I have a strong interest in checking off an item on your bucket list,” he continued.

“You just gave me a first. I’d never had a spanking before.” I still felt stunned by it, and how much I’d enjoyed it.

“You loved it. Didn’t you, you saucy minx?” He leaned down to kiss me, first teasing and light, then slowly deepening, savoring me. Our lips moving, tongues exploring, I wrapped my arms around his neck, reaching my fingers up to curl through his thick hair.

“But a spanking wasn’t on your bucket list, now was it?” He pulled away and tapped my nose. “I believe it was an orgasm during sex.”

The man was relentless. I tucked my head down. For all our near nudity on the deserted beach, me post orgasmic from a sound spanking, I still managed to feel slightly self-conscious. “I mean, it’s not like I wrote down a bucket list in my diary or anything.”

He tucked his finger under my chin and lifted it so we looked each other in the eye. “Would you or would you not enjoy having an orgasm during sex?”

When he put it like that… “I would,” I had to admit. “But it hasn’t happened before, so…” I shrugged. I generally kept my expectations low in life. That way I never got too disappointed. But Colt was showing me a whole new way to approach things, wasn’t he?

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, the predatory gleam returning to his eyes. The last time I’d seen that he’d grabbed me and spanked me until I begged for more. It made me nervous. And wet.

“I’m just saying—” I squirmed a little in his lap, fully conscious once more about the fact that he’d removed my bikini bottoms. I had nothing between my slick, aching pussy and his hot, hard body, every inch of him firm and solid. Especially the many inches of him now pressing against me in a thick shaft. He still wore his boxer briefs, but I could tell his cock was huge.

“That sounds like a challenge,” he murmured, trailing kisses down my neck. Sucking, licking as he traveled down my skin, he made me feel delicious. “I never back down from a challenge.”

“I didn’t think you would.” Breathless, I let my hands run down along his broad, strong shoulders, across his well-defined pecs. I’d been wondering how he’d look and feel naked for a while now, and the reality far surpassed the fantasy. That had never happened before. He made me want to do all sorts of naughty things. And here we were, all alone on a deserted island. Why should I deny myself? Leaning in, I licked him at the base of his throat, kissing and licking my way along the muscles in his chest, shoulders and arms.

It only took a quick flick of his fingers to untie to my bikini top. When it fell, he took a moment to gaze at me in dizzy admiration, then brought his hands to cup my full breasts. As he leaned down to lick and lave me, I groaned, arching my back so he wouldn’t miss an inch. He teased, circling my aroused nipples, working them into two stiff, aching peaks but still not giving them the attention they desperately needed. Straddling his thigh, I pushed my pussy against his hard muscle, moaning as he played with me. Finally, when I almost couldn’t stand it any longer, he took my nipple directly into his wet, hot mouth and sucked me, licked me, then bit down, just hard enough to make me gasp.

“Uh, Caroline,” he groaned, giving me a last, long lick, then bringing his hands to my lower back to press me against his thigh. “I don’t suppose you tucked any condoms in your backpack?”

I sighed, loving how he palmed me, how I filled his hands. “No. But I am protected.” My sister learned all sorts of things in her nursing program, including how easy and effective contraceptive hormone shots were, so we’d both started getting them. But I think my actual explanation to Colt sounded more like “nurse…shots…good to go.”

He looked down at me, a rakish look in his eyes. “Am I to understand that you are here, naked in my arms on a deserted island, with a clean bill of health and using a contraceptive?”

“Looks like it.” I smiled, then rocked my hips against him, tilting my head back with pleasure at the friction. He grasped my hips and did it to me again, watching me intently. With a swift movement, he raised me up and pulled off his briefs. His giant cock sprang out, even larger and thicker than I’d thought it would be, a full vein traveling its length. I looked down at it, fascinated, licking my lips. I’d never been with a man anywhere near that big. I didn’t even know if I could take all of him, but it was a goal I was willing to work for.

He grasped his cock in his hand and gave it a slow stroke, gazing at me heavy-lidded. “I can assure you, I’m good to go.” My eyes widened as a pearl of pre-come formed on his thick crown. He drew his finger across it, using it to slide down his length again. “Regular doctor’s visits. Clean bill of health.”

“Is that right?” I asked, unable to stop watching him touch himself, unconsciously starting to move against his thigh again in the same rhythm. He leaned down and kissed me again, hungry, deep, his tongue thrusting into me, plundering my depths.

“Looks like there’s only one thing to do,” he murmured, his fingers up again at my breast, rolling my aching nipple. The sensation traveled directly down to my clit, and I felt it throb as he pinched.

“Yes?” I moaned, pressing my slick sex against his thigh.

“There’s no TV,” he continued, taking his time, his hand now over to my pussy. Gliding a finger along me, he easily slid it in and up, making me gasp and sink my fingers into his shoulders. “We can’t go out to a restaurant.” He leaned down to suck on my nipple as he started finger-fucking me, plunging in deep. “I only have one idea left.”

I groaned, bucking into his hand, sinking my mouth down to his chest. I’m not ashamed to admit, I used some teeth. I wanted him so badly I felt like an animal. He moaned in response, shoving his finger deeper inside me. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head to the side and growled into my ear, “I’m going to have to fuck you senseless. Again and again.”

“Yes,” I ground out, ready to beg, ready to do whatever it took so I could feel his cock up inside of me.

Swiftly, he turned me and laid me down on the blanket across the soft, warm sand. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, still casting a rosy haze over us, giving enough light that I could see every inch of his muscled body. Even as I quivered and moaned, he insisted on taking his time, starting at my toes, kis

sing, caressing his way up my legs as he spread them wide.

“Lie back,” he told me. “I want to see how good I can make you feel.” I’d been propped up on my elbows, so turned on by watching him work his way up. But I relaxed back, more than happy to comply with that kind of demand.

He kissed along the insides of my thighs, spreading me wide with his large, powerful hands. Completely exposed, he brought his face right to my pussy.

“I love how wet you get for me, Caroline.” He flicked his tongue out to taste as he said it. I moaned, feeling so close, already right on the edge, and he’d done it to me before, back in my kitchen. I knew how good he was with his mouth, his tongue. If he could just lean in and suck me right where I needed it.

He licked me again, long and slow, but stopped as I was panting, digging my fingers into his shoulders. He moved his body slowly up the length of mine, positioning himself over me. His thick cock rested right at my quivering entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asked, looking deep into my eyes.

“Yes,” I moaned, wrapping my hands around his neck, sliding them down his back. I needed him inside me so badly.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, pressing his tip against me, just barely pushing against my hole. I groaned, my eyes closed, desperate. “Are you begging me for it?” he asked, low and wicked.

“Yes!” I cried out, relenting completely. “Colt, please, fuck me!”

When he pushed into me, the feel of his hard length, stretching me, sliding into my slick heat, almost unraveled me. And his second thrust did just that. He sank his hands into my buttocks, thrust his full cock in deep and I came apart, gasping and crying out, coming around his cock at the feel of him inside me.

“Oh, Caroline.” He stilled and held me, kissing my face, my neck, drinking in my cries and shudders. The feel of him stretching me, filling me, the constant pressure on my clit as I came nearly made me dizzy.