Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

Kate leans forward, her arms moving around in the water until she raises one arm proudly holding a pair of panties. “How about now?”

This time, I move closer to her, and with our mouths barely apart, I move forward to kiss her lips while my hands shift freely around her ass. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she says, tracing the top of my boxers and pulling on them as best as she can. I shake my leg, motioning for them to fall off.

Goodbye boxers. Fuck, they were my expensive ones too.

“You should take this as a time to be quiet and let me finger this beautiful pussy of yours.” My lips move to her ear, grazing the side of her lobe while my fingers trace her hips and move closer to the front, allowing me to slide my finger inside. The second I’m in, she lets out a small yelp while tilting her head back. A warm sensation runs through my body, relaxing my sore muscles from the nasty cold.

“That’s it, ride my finger, nice and slow,” I whisper.

Arching her back, she wraps her arms around my neck for support, pushing herself deeper on my finger. “I shouldn’t fuck you…” she murmurs with a guilty plea.

“Give me one good reason why not?” I demand, thrusting my finger slightly deeper.

For once, she chooses not to talk and instead leads our bodies closer to the shoreline until we’re standing on two feet. With her body naked in front of me, her erect nipples tease me relentlessly until I have no choice but to fuck her. Right here. Right now.

“Not here,” she says. “Let’s get out of the water.”

Pulling my hand along, I follow her to where our clothes lie as she grabs me and pushes me to the sand.

Okay. Fuck. It’s cold.

She stands above me, giving me the perfect angle to admire her beautifully manicured pussy. “Do you want to fuck me, Noah Mason?”

“When your pussy is staring at me like a wild beast, how could I not want to fuck you?”

“Then I ask one thing of you.” Her tone, sharp and fierce, is unlike the giggly Kate who was floating around the water only moments ago.

“What’s that?”

Her chest is heaving, wild eyes staring at me, ready to pounce. “I’m going to fuck you. Do you understand? And I don’t fuck quietly.”

Is this really happening?

Without drawing any attention, the corners of my eyes scan the area around us, certain I’m being Punked on some reality television show. When I can see we’re alone—aside from two people in the far distance—I nod my head, excited by the thought.

But as much as the thought turns me on, Big Dick refuses to follow. Oh for the love of God! The more I think about it, the more it makes me paranoid and he refuses to come to the party. Fuck! Surely, she can sense how limp it is lying beneath her. Maybe if I fondle her tits, I can make it happen. My hands move to her tits, groping them hard as she moans oddly. Maybe this is her sex face. It’s odd, as she looks pale white then appears to cringe in pain. Good Lord, this is not the face of a woman I want to fuck right now. She immediately jumps off me and stares down at me.

“Oh my God!” she yells at the top of her lungs.

Holy shit! Is it crab season, I think. Fuck I don’t know. There’s a crab on my dick, I just know it. Sealife... it’s everywhere. I begin to panic, wincing as I wait for the crab to bite my dick off.

I’m going to have no dick...

I’m going to be dickless!

“Get it off me,” I shout back at her.

“With what?” she answers in a surprisingly calm tone.

“I don’t know!” I argue. “Your shoe or purse?”

“My purse cost a thousand dollars. You want me to wipe it off with Michael Kors?”

“Michael who?” I panic, not comprehending her ridiculous dilemma. “Just get it off me!”

“It’s just blood,” she says calmly, watching me with judging eyes.

“I’m bleeding? The crab bit me?” My eyes dart down in a state of panic. “Is my dick still there?”