“Open up.”
I arched deeper, spreading for him.
He hooked a finger under my thong, dragged it over, and sank two thick fingers into me, fucking me slow with a curl that had my legs shaking. I moaned into the dark ocean, the waves crashing like they were reacting to every stroke he gave me.
Once he was satisfied that I was wet and ready, he dragged my thong down with one hand. I lifted my hips to help him, watching the fabric hit the floor like it offended him. He leaned in and inhaled, slow and hungry, before gripping my hips and pulling me right up to his mouth.
When his tongue hit my asshole, I gasped so loud it echoed off the deck. My knees buckled. My whole body jolted.
“Wha—what are you doing?” I whimpered, heat shooting straight through me. It was new, shocking, filthy… and I let it swallow me whole.
“About to make this pussy cream,” he growled against my skin, tongue working me while his hand cracked across my ass again, harder this time. I yelped, breath hitching sharp. He kissed the sting, rubbed over it with slow circles, the whisper of softness that made me even wetter.
Everything he did—every lick, every smack, every breath—just pushed me deeper into the kind of pleasure I didn’t even know to crave. He was everywhere—tongue on my ass, my pussy, my clit—sloppy and hungry, like he’d been needing me all damn day and finally had me alone.
“Ohhh, baby… shit…”
My legs shook.
My breath broke.
My hips bucked back against his mouth.
He spread my ass cheeks, holding me open for every filthy stroke of his tongue.
I came hard and sudden, crying out into the open night sky.
That’s when he finally stood.
Chair scraping the deck.
Blunt tossed.
Hunger radiated off him.
“Lo,” he said, voice rough and unhinged. “I swear on my unborn children… I will eliminate whoever, whenever. The pussy wet, the pussy good, the heart mine.”
He slapped the thick head of his dick against my clit—heavy, deliberate—sending a tremor through my thighs.
“Baby…” I moaned.
“Baby, what?” he asked, leaning in closer, pure ownership in every word. “Tell me what you want, Lo. Use that pretty mouth.”
I swallowed hard, heat crawling up my spine. “I want you.”
“That ain’t enough,” he said, dragging the tip of his dick through my folds, coating himself in how wet I already was. “You want it fast, slow. You want deep strokes? Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
“I want you inside me, baby. Deep inside me,” I breathed, arching deeper, giving him everything.
He exhaled a harsh breath behind me, the sound full of hunger. “There she go.”
His hand climbed my back and pressed me down, putting me right where he wanted me. Then he sank in deep, and I gripped the tablecloth hard as he filled every inch.
“DaVinci…” I whimpered, legs shaking.
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name when you need me,” he growled. “Hold still.”
I couldn’t. My hips pushed back on their own, chasing him. I needed him badly.
