“Damn, fuck, Jovi. You're fucking perfect, you know that? You look so good riding me.” Her tits bounce in the silver light, my balls aching with unrelenting need as she moans into the night, chasing her release. She trails her fingers over my arms before gripping my hands and bringing them up to cup her breasts. “Fucking hell.” She feels incredible.
“West!Please,I need to come!”
“That's it, baby. Ride me harder. Come on my cock,” I say through heavy pants, thrusting up into her as she bounces on top of me.
“Daddy. I need you to fuck me. Need you harder. Want you harder!” Raw, unfiltered hunger possesses me with her use of the worddaddy.Temptation and desire get the better of me, and I remove a hand from her breast then bring it to my mouth, coating my thumb with spit before shifting to the spot between her legs. I want to make her feel good. I want to show her just how fucking crazy and wild she’s been driving me, but when my thumb meets her pussy, I don't feel any fabric. She's completely bare. Where the fuck are her panties?
This is how I die.
“You're a naughty fucking, slut, aren't you, Trouble?” I grit out, slowly coating her clit with my spit. Her movements stop, and I push her back a little to create enough space for me to slide two fingers through her arousal. She's so fucking wet. I run my fingers up and down her wet pussy slowly, before bringing them back up to circle her throbbing clit.
“I'm sorry.”
“Sorry, what?”
“Sorry, Daddy!” Her eyes flutter shut as I work her, her mouth open as she gives herself to me, surrendering to the pleasure I'm giving her.
“You planned this, didn't you?” I murmur. She shakes her head no, but I don't buy it. There's nothing innocent about this woman, whether she's just learning this about herself or not. She's always been in there somewhere. Hidden in the depths of her mind, waiting until she finally found me before breaking free.
“Please.I need to feel you inside me. West. I can't?—”
“Shhh…” I soothe, as I gently push her back a little more, then situate my hand where it needs to be. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I'm sure about you.” That’s all I need to hear. Before I can change my own mind and talk myself out of it, I sit upright. My left arm locks around her frame to steady us both, then I pull her into me and crush my mouth to hers. She gasps softly against my lips, the sound melting straight into the kiss as her hands come up, one holding tightly to my shoulder, the other gripping my hair. The world narrows to the sweet, strawberry taste of her, the warmth of her body pressing against me as she parts her lips, our tongues brushing against each other in a heated frenzy. This isn't like our first kiss back on the ship. It's raw. Real. Unimaginable.Perfect.There is no audience. It's just her and me, and I don't think I'll ever get enough.
I move my hand forward and pull back a little.
“Ride my fingers, baby,” I say, before sliding two fingers deep inside her warm, dripping pussy. She feels fucking divine as she sits herself onto me, her hips bucking, gently at first, before she starts to slide up and down, soaking my hand with her arousal.
“Oh my—Fuck!”she says, before slamming her mouth against mine, kissing me deeper, fucking my fingers back and forth completely unrestrained. My thumb finds her clit. I'm fucking desperate for her. I want her to feel just as undone as I do. She moans and whimpers into my mouth, our heavy breaths entwining as our tongues tangle.
I know the moment she's about to come, because her breathing falters and I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, the friction of her above me, riding my fingers harder and harder has my cock throbbing, ready to explode. Her hands are in my hair. On my back. Her nails dig deep into my skin through my t-shirt, claiming me, marking me as she climbs higher and higher, chasing her release. Her clit is fucking throbbing for me, and Ikiss her, lost to this euphoric feeling we're giving each other. A feeling we're letting ourselves have. Just once. Because this can't happen again. It just can't.
“Baby, I'm gonna come,” she moans against my lips, and I'm already there.She called me baby.Her body tenses, her mouth parting as she loses herself, surrendering to me. We're free falling. Floating weightless into each other as we come. My cock jolting beneath her body, coating the inside of my jeans, but I don't fucking care. Her cries are like a damn drug to me, hitting me like an impossible high that there's no fucking way I'm coming down from. And when her movements slow, and the air between us stills, reality rears its ugly head and crashes into us. Reminding me that it was never going to let us stay lost in this trance forever.
I pull back, gently removing my fingers from her pussy, then wrap my arms around her, pressing a short, tender kiss to her lips. I reach for the straps of her nightie, covering her up and putting them back in place. Then, I brace my arms on the sand behind me for support. I don't trust myself not to touch her again. I am going straight to hell. I practically threw myself into the fire, not caring at all about the burn and now I have to face the consequences.
“West—”
“Go inside, Jovi,” I say, interrupting her because if she stays like this another second, her legs wrapped around me, her smell all over me, I'm going to cross an even bigger line I most definitely cannot come back from.
“Look, I know that?—”
“Baby…” I breathe out, my voice choking. “I'm not strong enough to just stop here. I'm not strong enough not to roll you over and fuck you into oblivion, soplease. Just… Don't make this any harder than it already is for me not to touch you. To show you just how fucking badly I want you. Baby, I'm gonna need youto be a good girl and walk away. Because I can't.He’s my son.” I hate myself the minute the words leave my mouth, but Jovi nods in understanding.
“Okay,” she whispers, before rising to her feet, picking up her blanket from the sand, and putting as much distance between her and me as she can as she walks back into the house.
He'll never forgive me for this.
I'm keeping so many things from him and I won't blame him if he never talks to me again. But the worst part, the sick and twisted part of all this, is I don't regret it. Not for a fucking second. Even though I know what's on the line. Maybe that's the real sin, because I don't trust myself not to do it all again.
CHAPTER 13
JOVI
FALLING? MORE LIKE AN EMOTIONAL FACEPLANT
“Come on, Jovi. It’s not that high, I promise,” Beau shouts from over twenty-five feet below me. The brochure claimed this cliff wasn’t any higher than that, but for anyone stupid enough to try waterfall jumping on this island, that was clearly a bold-faced lie. I peer over the edge again, the waterfall spray misting around me, and I regret every miserable life choice that led me to this moment.
