He hissed, his eyes fixed on where we were connected. With heavy breaths, we both watched him fuck me. Something about the way his cock slid in and out of me had my pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, overwhelming my senses.
He fucked me with abandon, and I gave it back just as hard. I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began.
His hand came to my throat, pulling me flush to him. My breasts rubbed against his hard chest. Everywhere our bodies touched, friction sizzled. My skin burned.
“Harder,” I moaned. “I need it harder… Please.”
His grip tightened as he pumped into me. I might have been on top, but he held all the control now.
“Whose pussy is this?” he grunted.
“Yours.”
He smacked my butt. “Whose ass? Whose tits?”
“Yours,” I whimpered. “All yours.”
My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him while we both chased our pleasure.
“Come for me, Sophie.”
The orgasm hit me hard, shooting stars behind my eyes and stealing the breath from my lungs. I bit down where his shoulder met his neck and convulsed around his thick shaft, my walls clenching around him like he was my lifeline.
I felt his cock jerk as he came with a rough noise. We panted as we clung to each other, my body on top of his, slick with sweat while our hearts raced wildly in tandem.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my mind mush. We lay there, our skin heated against the summer breeze as the sound of waves registered in the quiet that followed.
I could feel his body stiffen underneath me, his muscles turning rigid, and I looked at him. “Is everything okay?”
“I saw something in the—it’s almost like someone’s watching,” he grunted. He wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from view.
I laughed, burying my face in his neck. I let myself relax and enjoy the moment. Inhaling deeply, I soaked in the masculine scent of him.
“Let them watch. It’s not like they can see much.”
My dress was pooled around my waist, so while anyone could guess what we were doing, they couldn’t see a damn thing.
“Sophie Baldwin, are you into voyeurism?” he asked, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
His hand found my tits and made lazy circles around my puckered nipples. Heat flared in my body, blooming low in my stomach at his hard, sculpted body molding against my soft one.
I arched my back, leaning into his touch. “Not sure, I’ve never done it. Want to give it a try?”
“I’ll have to hunt down any man who sees even an inch of you”—he licked a strip between my breasts up to my collarbone—“and claw his eyes out.”
“So possessive,” I murmured, watching him play with my tits. I could feel his cock slowly hardening inside me. “And if it was a woman?”
“Same goes for a woman. Nobody can see what’s mine.”
I met his hooded eyes, found them brimming with desire. My hands rested against his chest, my fingers tapping lightly against his muscles.
“Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget,” I murmured.
His mouth twitched. “My naughty woman.”
“Girlfriend,” I teased. “Ready for round two?”
“I was born ready for you,” he rasped, his mouth skimming over my skin. “And you’ll scream my name so everyone knows you’re mine.”
