I bark out a laugh when she rips off my jacket. “Are you going to elaborate, or are you going to make me guess?”
“Take off your shirt, Daemon,” she breathes, fighting to undo the buttons on my dress shirt. My girl is so impatient to get fucked tonight that she can’t seem to work the buttons. After watching her struggle for another few seconds, she lets out a sound that can only be described as a growl before glaring at me. “I need your shirt off now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper, grabbing hold of my shirt and tearing it open. The sound of buttons clattering against the wooden floor echoes in the room.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Then, her lips are on mine again. She pulls me with her as our kiss turns sloppy, but we aren’t moving toward the bedroom. We’re headed toward the door to the porch.
Breaking the kiss, I ask between my panting breaths, “Where are we going?”
Gianna ignores my question and reaches for the straps of her dress. When she slips them off her shoulders, the silky dress glides down her body until it lands in a pool on the floor.
Standing before me in nothing but a thong, her round, perky tits on full display, my girl looks like a fucking goddess. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
She pushes my torn shirt off my shoulders and scans my shoulders, chest, and abs. “So are you, old man.”
I close the small gap between our bodies, loving the feel of her nipples brushing against my stomach. Looking down, my eyes meet hers, and even in the dim light, I can see her blown pupils. “Tell me what you want, Gianna.”
“I want you to fuck me up against the railing on the porch.” She radiates a confidence that I don’t feel when she speaks.
“You are aware that Britt and Kai’s cabin is thirty feet to the right of our cabin, correct?” I raise a brow, questioning her suggestion.
“Kai is going to be busy fucking his wife,” she justifies.
“Kai and Britt aren’t married.”
“They are, but that doesn’t matter.” She shakes her head and continues, “They will be too busy to notice us.”
“What about Sage and Maxton? They are the same distance on the other side of us.”
“Likely making sweet love now that he probably knows he’s going to be a daddy.” She drops that bomb like it’s nothing.
“Sage is pregnant?”
“Do you know anything about your friends and their lives?” Her hands go to her bare hips. The look on her face is one of pure confusion and annoyance at my lack of knowledge.
I laugh, “I know what they tell me, but I don’t pry or ask questions.”
“I didn’t either. The signs were there.”
“What signs?”
Gianna rolls her eyes. “Do you really want me to tell you how easy it is for me to read your friends, or are you going to come to the porch and bend me over the railing?”
She sees my answer on my face before I say a single word. A devilish smirk forms on her lips before she turns and runs toward the door. I’m hot on her heels, undoing my belt as I follow her outside.
When I round the corner out the door, her thong is already long gone, and she’s bent over the wooden rail, looking over her shoulder at me. Her firm, round ass is on full display, and I’m torn between slapping it or taking a bite out of it. Everything about her body is perfect.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her, undoing my pants as I walk up behind her.
She wiggles her ass, teasing me. Drawing my right hand back, I bring it down hard on her ass with a loud crack. Her responding moan has my cock jumping in my boxer briefs, desperate to be buried inside her.
“Daemon,” she purrs before sweeping her tongue across her bottom lip. “I need you to fuck me.”
Something about the way she’s begging for my dick has me rushing to do exactly what she needs. Shoving my pants and briefs down my legs, I position myself behind her with my erection in my hand.
I sweep the head of my dick up and down the length of her pussy, soaking my length with how wet she is for me. She’s always ready before I’ve even touched her, and I love how desperate my little psycho is to be fucked out here. This girl drives me crazy, and I love her for it.
“Please, stop teasing me,” she whines, trying to push herself back on my length.
