Now, we float between two rock formations that stretch from the coastline like the arms of a hug, bobbing on the cerulean water, the afternoon sun beginning to dip low in the sky. There is no sound, save the beat of our hearts and the gentle waves breaking against the sides of the jet ski.
It's magic hour.
It’s never been more magical than right now.
Moby turns off the jet ski’s ignition with a deft twist of his wrist, his breath deepening above me. Deepening some more. His palms coast down my bare thighs, working their way back up to my hips, drawing my lower body higher and backward, so my bottom perches on his lap—and I let out a moan, because he’sso hard.
“Have I mentioned that your tight little butt makes me fucking crazy?”
I feign confusion, as if that rasped declaration hasn’t covered me in goosebumps and soaked my flesh. “It does?” I grind my hips in a circle. “I had no idea.”
“Yes, you did.” Moby’s head falls back on a loud groan. “Good girl. Just like that. Ride it like you want my dick in your ass again.” He unfastens my life jacket with unsteady hands and hangs it up on one of the handles, his palms skimming possessively up my ribcage, those gigantic hands sliding up beneath the triangles of my bikini top, fondling my breasts like they belong to him. They do. All of me does. I’m so attuned to him, I can’t believe I was existing before he walked up onto the beach.
Moby is my soul.
My heartbeat.
The focus of all my needs.
Wanting to arouse him past the bounds of his sanity, I lean forward, gripping the handlebars of the jet ski, continuing to work my backside on his thick protuberance, only now he has a clear view of my buns writhing on that ripe, ready part of him. He lifts me for a brief second, only to yank his towel away, leaving me flush to his heavy shaft, nothing but my tiny yellow bottoms between us now. “If we were in the room, I would suck you to the back of my throat, Daddy.”
His moan is so forceful, it makes my molars throb.
“Watch your mouth or I will come all over these cheeks,” he pants, the direction of his voice making it obvious that he’s watching my lap dance with rapt intensity, his own hips starting to rock eagerly beneath mine, his fingers untying the strings of my bathing suit top and putting it aside. Just like that, we’re naked, except for my thong. “Dear God. My little human gives me so many fuck holes to choose from,” he growls through his teeth. It is a blessing and a curse.”
“Curse?” I manage.
“I can’t decide.Mouth, pussy, this bratty little ass. All so tempting.”
“Which is your favorite?” I gasp, riding, riding, bouncing my hips with arousing smacks of my backside of his lower stomach.
“PUSSY.It’s so fucking wet and it takes me all the way to my balls.”
“I think…I think you can have my pussy like this.”
He strangles a curse. “From the back?”
I bite my lip and glance back at him over my shoulder. “Uh-huh.”
There’s no time to brace before I’m impaled on that shocking thickness, my fingers white around the handlebars, my lungs immediately short on air. I look down at my spread lips and the moisture that drips from our joined bodies onto the leather seat. How his root stretches me shamelessly, cramming in and out of my sex with quick pumps, the yellow thong pushed to one side. I sob as my body gets used to Moby at this angle.
“You feel even b-bigger like this.”
“Good.” Moby spits down the split of my backside, before wrapping the entire length of my hair around his fist. “Nowyou bounce on Daddy, little human.”
A streak of naughtiness travels deeper into my tummy, and that slither of lust is so empowering, so addictive. He groans asI lean forward and rock his size to the tip, then slap my hips back down with a whimper. Humping him eagerly while I stare out at the serene cove, but in my mind’s eye, I’m looking at his face. Watching his jaw unhinge, his eyes turning glassy with the growing need to climax.
I work his incredible cock like it’s my job.
I seize up my inner muscles and ride my slippery sex up and down every inch of his erection, my back arching when he pulls my hair, hips pumping faster, faster, so desperate to finish us both and blast through the sexual buildup of frustration, blast through to the other side. The pulsing base of his shaft rubs a place inside of me that turns me into an unabashed slut. Yes, a slut. I’ve never said that word out loud in my life, but that’s what I am on that jet ski, bouncing naked on his giant man, ravenous for his hot come inside of me. I’m screaming for that come and rubbing my clit with wet fingers, not caring who sees me. Proud that his penis is mine. OnlyIget to ride it. OnlyIget to be a slut for his milky sperm.
“I cannot hold it back anymore, Darla. You shake that pretty ass at me and yet, the pussy is what I’m getting. Fuck! It’s too good to bear. I’m dying.”
“I want your come. I want it all. Need it so bad.”
“Oh God, little girl,” he pants, drawing me up, up, so my back is flush to his chest, my hips still writhing frantically. “You are in breeding, aren’t you?”
“I am?” I whimper.
