“Rorie,” he says, voice rough, reverent. “I don’t have any protection.”
I blink, breathless, aching. “Are you seriously telling me you’re the kind of guy who shows up to a tropical resort unprepared?”
“I didn’t exactly plan on fucking my rival in paradise.”
I laugh—half annoyed, half turned on—and run my fingers through his hair. “Liar.”
He looks up, smirking. “Give me ten minutes and a very fast golf cart.”
“I’m clean. And on birth control. Sooo, if you’re okay with it…”
My fingers tease the edge of his swim trunks before diving inside them. And, oh my.
Licking my lips, I stroke his very large, very girthy cock.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he says rolling us over so I’m straddling him.
It takes me all of two seconds to yank his shorts down. When his cock springs free, my mouth waters with anticipation. It’s glorious.
And he’s so beautiful.
As I drink him in slowly, my tongue darts out over my bottom lip. I can’t take the wait any longer and lick up his veiny shaft once. Nolan’s response pulses through me.
“Baby, get on me before you make me lose it. I want to feel you.”
My pussy throbs as I climb onto him. Our eyes latch onto each other for a beat then I line up the head of his cock with my entrance. I’m so ready for him.
Nolan’s hands grip my hips, waiting and then I lower myself onto his rock hard length. His chest rises and he lifts a hand to slide my bikini top up, giving him access to my breasts, his thumb teasing my pebbled nipples.
I roll my hips against him, gentle at first, then faster, riding him with purpose. With power. With a desperation I don’t bother hiding.
Heloveswatching me fall apart, and I swear it shoots straight through me like lightning.
I grind harder, chasing it. Needing it. Needinghim.
And Nolan takes it. All of it. Mouth parted, eyes locked on me. I’m both the storm and the surrender.
Every roll of my hips against him sends another jolt of pleasure spiraling through me. His cock is greedy,perfect,pounding inside me in ways that make my legs quake and my breath stutter.
His hands grip my ass, holding me in place as I work him harder, deeper. Heat coils in my belly, tight and bright andrelentless.
My pace falters.
My thighs begin to shake.
He groans. That sound—that deep, vibration—shoots straight to my core, and I whimper, hips jerking. My fingers claw at his chest,gripping just enough to ground myself as the pleasure crests, rising, rising?—
My mouth falls open, a gasp catching in my throat.
“Nolan—” It’s barely a word.
He lifts my hips and takes over so that I can shatter.
The orgasm tears through me. A cry rips from my throat, my thighs clamp, and the stars above blur with every tremor of his warm release inside me.
He doesn’t stop. He rises, kisses me through it, slows only when my thighs twitch and my breath comes in jagged bursts. His hands are gentler now. Soothing. Steady. Worshipful.
When I finally collapse, breathless and limp, my entire body buzzing, he lifts my chin and looks at me with the filthiest, most satisfied grin I’ve ever seen.
