Runaway Girl (Girl 2)
That ends now. Can’t she see she’s killing me with every twist of her hips, every dig of her fingernails into my shoulders? It’s taking every ounce of restraint inside me not to come.
I lean in and take her mouth in a slow, thorough kiss, enjoying the way her hips roll faster, betraying how turned on she is by the kiss. My woman. “How did you appear out of thin air and do this to me, huh? Get me so hard. Get in my head. Make me so fucking hot.” I bat her right ass cheek with my palm, listening to her moan as the smack lingers in the warm sea air. “Look at you. Sexiest woman on this fucking earth,” I grit out with absolute sincerity. “Every time you move, I get closer to coming. You’re pulling on every hard inch of me with every tight, little inch of you. Feel it, Naomi?”
Her nod is unsteady as she does exactly that, forcing a roar up the back of my throat. “Y-yes.”
“Do you?”
Blue eyes land on mine. Pools of lust and uncertainty warring together. “I want to drive you crazy, but I’m not sure how.”
My heart twists, ripping my voice to shreds. “Watching you get off is what’s going to drive me crazy. Every time.” I’m connected enough with Naomi to know she needs me to be confident enough for both of us right now. To take charge. She’s begging me to do it with her eyes, and on the verge of losing my seed to the sexy glide of her pussy up and down my cock, I can’t keep my dominance at bay for another second. “Beautiful, sexy woman.” I kiss her until she’s gasping into my mouth. “That feel like a cock that needs you to take it easy?”
She shakes her head, breath accelerating. Thighs widening, hips scooting closer.
“Nah. It’s big and sturdy for you, isn’t it, baby?” I bite her bottom lip and drag it through my teeth, ticking my hips up, up, up. “Thick enough to fill you. Hard enough to pump your hips on it as fast and long as you want.” I smack her ass hard. Once. Twice. “My maker put it there for your pleasure, baby. Go get some. I love you fucking me. I love it.”
Her right hand leaves my shoulder and hesitates between us, a moan already resting on her lips. “I want to touch myself. I want you to see me do it.”
My lower body surges up without orders from my brain, lifting her and plunging back down on the seat, the bottom of my spine twisting like wire around a spike. “Do it. Oh God, do it. Rub your clit while sitting on my dick. Tell me what it feels like.”
I know the moment the pad of her finger makes contact because her pussy seizes up around me, her head falling back and exposing the column of her gorgeous throat. I’m caught between needing to look down and watch her fondle herself and licking every inch of her neck. In the end, I alternate between the two, rolling my hips as her pace picks up, her fingers creating a furious friction right where she needs it. In no time, she’s riding me like a fucking cowgirl, her pointed nipples moving in a delicious up and down bounce inches from my mouth. I’m groaning in an uncontrollable way, my rasp of her name unrecognizable. “Naomi.” I raze her chin with my teeth. “Talk to me.”
She heaves a strangled sound and plasters herself closer, taking her fingers from her clit in favor of wrapping both arms around my neck. “I’m going to come,” she hiccups, grinding herself on the base of my cock. Hard. Without shame. Totally abandoned and so beautiful I can’t get a decent breath. Watching her in awe, I bite down on my lip and command myself not to bust. “You’re smooth and thick. It’s so good.” Her voice shakes against my mouth, her sexy ass pumping in my hands. “You could overpower me, but you’re not. So big and rough underneath me, letting me. Just letting me…God.”
Naomi’s scream sounds like a miracle, shattering the breeze and making the sunshine seems brighter, hotter. The pressure around my cock turns rhythmic, hot moisture leaving her and coating me—and if I wait another second to give her what she asked me for, it’s not happening. I stand on legs that feel strong and brittle at the same time, searching through a haze of lust for somewhere to pin her ass while I fuck her into another dimension. Need to. Need to. The boat engine is covered by a leather-covered hatch and I lunge for it, slapping her backside down on it, bearing down on her while she’s still in the midst of her orgasm, earning myself more screams.