Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“Shh.” He calms me as his dick moves in and out of my sex to its own rhythm.

“Lean forward,” he whispers.

I stare at him, and I know this is it—the moment he’s asking me to try something new.

And I want to, I want to be adventurous for him.

With my lips locked on his, I lean forward, and he slides a finger deep into my back entrance, slowly sliding me down onto his cock at the same time.

My eyes widen as they hold his. The look on his face is one of pure satisfaction.

“Feels good, angel, doesn’t it? I’m going to fuck you here one day.”

Hearing him say such filthy things does something to me, and I convulse immediately, my body spiralling into a throbbing orgasm. I moan loudly and completely lose control.

“Oh, my girls likes it,” he whispers in an unrecognisable voice as he begins to let me have it hard.

The water slams into the side of the pool, and it feels like the closer he gets, the deeper his finger and cock feel. “Lift your legs!” he barks.

I’m half scared to, but I lift my legs higher. He throws his head back and holds himself deep inside of me. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as it empties.

“Fucking… hell,” he moans. He continues to pump me full, and finally stills at once.

With his eyes locked on mine, his finger continues to move in and out of me. He’s fascinated.

He’s unable to stop.

I kneel over him, completely transfixed as he explores my body to satisfy his needs.

“Fuck, you turn me on.” He bites my nipple through my bikini top, his finger slowly sliding in and out, and I know he’s making the most of it while he has me like this. “Can we fuck here now?” he whispers up at me in awe.

I kiss his big beautiful lips. “One day.”

He smiles softly and continues to work me, and damn, it feels so intimate and raw.

So unexpectedly good.

Who would have ever thought that this would be a special moment?

He bites my nipple hard. It makes me wince and I wiggle away from his over exploring finger. He’s so naughty.

“You may just be The Devil himself, Mr Spencer.”

He smiles mischievously and fakes a bow. “At your service, My Lady.” He tips me back and bites my neck. “I look forward to our one day.”

* * *

The sun peeks over the horizon, and I smile in awe, sucking in a slow breath.

It’s early and I’m out on the deck watching the dawn of a new day. It’s too beautiful to go unwatched. I wrap my robe around me and smile as the golden glow bounces onto my face and the sea breeze swirls around me and whips my hair.

Heaven.

This place is something else. It’s so exotic and gorgeous… other worldly. I look down at all of the white villas on the cliff below us and I wonder who’s inside of them. Are the women down there as lucky as I am?

My beautiful Spencer is still fast asleep in bed, unaware he’s missing the most perfect sunrise ever. He’s also blissfully unaware of the fear that I have deep in the pit of my stomach. I don’t want Spence to know I’m worried about that stupid magazine story on our weekend away. I’m acting as hard as I can, but honestly, how can I not be scared? I’m shaken to my core.

I imagine Edward and my father reading the story and what they would be saying—or screaming—and I close my eyes with regret.