“Mmm,” she rocks her hips against me. “I want you too.”
I chuckle, sliding my cock through her slit, just to get it covered in her. “You have no idea how much I like to hear that.”And how much I shouldn’t want to hear that.For a second, the thought slips in, but as Georgia finesses her body just right, and slides onto my dick…
All my thoughts are gone.
“Oh shit, you are so tight,” I groan as I slide inside of her. Her pussy grips me, and I can hardly hold it together as I thrust into her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I take my time, slowly pressing in and out of her, while gazing down at the way her blonde hair is spilled across my pillow, and her pretty blue eyes are focused on me. Her plump lips are parted, begging to be kissed.
And so, I dip down, taking them with mine.
Her fingernails dig into my back as I pick up my pace, my body slamming into hers. She clings to me as our breathing falls in pace together. Her hips meet me with every single thrust, and I groan as I start to feel my release building deep in my core.
“Harder… please,” Georgia whines into my mouth. “I want you to fuck me hard, Brody.”
Good god. I love the way she whines.
I give her exactly what she wants. I fuck her as hard as I can, leaning back and gripping her waist. The boat rocks with the storm outside, and it only seems to make the moment that much more tantalizing.
Her moans shift to cries, and finally, I can’t take the sight of her sexy body and the feeling of her tight pussy any longer.
I fucking explode.
I pound my hips into her once more and then still, releasing myself deep inside of her. I nearly collapse as the pleasure pulses through my body.
Fuck, it has been way too long since I did this.
I let myself lean forward to press my lips against her forehead softly, and then she tugs me downward, her tongue slipping into my mouth in a way that has my dick hardening again.
However, as much as I’d like to go for round two…
The regret is already piling up in me.
I just fucked Robert Blake’s daughter.
And there is no coming back from that.
Chapter 7
Georgia
He smells so good.
I let out a groan as I roll over in Brody’s bed, surrounded by the masculine scent of him. I bury my face into the pillow, inhaling more of it, and then shift again, expecting to feel the warmth of his body.
But he’s not there.
My eyes flutter open, and I frown.He’s gone.My heart instantly sinks at the empty king-sized bed, and I force myself to a sitting position, searching for any signs of him. I mean, maybe he just had to go to the bathroom or something.
There’s no way he could think the sex wasn’t good, right?
Because I’m pretty sure that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I rake my fingers through my disheveled hair, wincing as I work out the tangles. My eyes find the clock hanging on the wall, but I still have nearly two hours before I have to worry about making breakfast.
I flip the covers back and slip out of the bed, thankful that the storm has passed, and the rocking of the boat is back to being soothing rather than terrifying. I search the floor and spot my T-shirt. I pad over to it and slip it over my head, unsure of where the rest of my clothes are.
Where’s Brody?
