“Yes, Sir.”
His fingers moved down to my front, where he rubbed the leftover lube around my sensitive clit. A moan escaped my lips, and I needed more.
“Oliver.”
“You want this?” he asked as he slid just one finger inside of me.
“God, yes.”
“Bend forward.”
I did as I was told and leaned on my forearms, displaying myself for him.
“Mmm, good girl. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Please,” I moaned, knowing what was awaiting me. I wanted him inside me so badly. I needed him to fill me in every way he possibly could.
He ran the cold glass plug along my seam and pushed it slowly into my tight hole.
“More.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “So greedy.”
“Baby,” I moaned.
I didn’t have to beg again before he pushed his thick cock inside of me. I saw stars as he thrusted into my weeping pussy. My body was full of sensations. The cold plug, his hard, warm dick, the slickness filling me. I wanted this to last all day. I was delighted when I felt the first of many orgasms start to build.
As if he could read my mind, Oliver spoke.
“Come on my cock. I want to hear you scream my name, Laidie.”
My body erupted as Oliver slapped my ass and then pulled the plug out, sending me over the edge into blissful ecstasy.
After a few hours, we finally made our way up to the sundeck of the yacht. Knox was reading on one of the couches, while Birdie laid stretched out with her head in his lap.
“Mind if we crash your space?” Oliver asked.
“Go ahead. I was just catching up on some reading before the kids get back. How have you two been enjoying your afternoon?”
“It’s been the best day of the trip so far.” Oliver smiled. “A nice little afternoon nap.”
“Yeah,” Birdie huffed. “I heard you…napping.”
Knox shook his head and laughed.
“Oops.” Oliver grinned like a Cheshire Cat.
Heat flooded my cheeks and I buried my face into Oliver's side.
A staff member approached with a tray of wine and finger foods. “Would you like some refreshments?”
“Yes, please. I’m famished,” Birdie answered. “Do you have anything other than wine?”
“Of course. What can I get you?”
“Hold on.” I sat up and narrowed my eyes on her. “Why don’t you want wine?”
She looked at Knox and then back to me.
