“Trust me,” I began. “I’m not thrilled about the prospect either.”
He thrust deep, making me cry out. Then he laughed. “You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?”
My nails dug into his shoulders when he bottomed out again.
“But a brat I can’t imagine my life without,” he continued.
I opened my mouth to respond, but he chose that moment to shift the angle, hitting something inside me that made me teleport to la-la-land. All I could do was hold on as he fucked me against the wall.
“You feel what you do to me?” His voice was wrecked, raw. “Every fucking time I see you, I lose my goddamn mind.”
“Milo—” My head fell back against the wall.
He pressed his forehead to mine, hips still moving in that relentless rhythm. “I love you, doll.”
His hand slid between us, finding my clit, and I nearly screamed.
I don’t know what sent me over, whether his words or his fingers, but I came not having received the good-to-go. The orgasm hit me like lightning, shattering everything and everyone — possibly even a part of me.
He groaned against my neck, feeling the convulsions, and shuddered mere moments later, filling me up with his hot cum.
I needed to catch my breath because that — that was unexpected. I blew out a shaky exhale and said, “Well, this one’s not going on OnlyFans.”
Milo laughed, still pressed against me. “Attempt number two in Maui?”
I leaned in and caught his lip with my teeth. “On the plane.”
Spoiler — Mary did not join the Mile-High Club. Why? Because she had cramped herself into my arm for most of the flight. Turned out shewasafraid of heights — or maybe just planes and turbulence. Either, or — and it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things — what did matter was that we landed in Hawaii, safe and sound.
And—
We ended up filming the video for her OnlyFans as soon as we got to the beachfront rental. No l-bombs in this one, and strict sticking to the script, which was me bending her over the rails and calling her agood little slutwhile I fucked her raw. I mean — if it works, it works. I ain’t complaining.
“Look at that fucking fish!” Mary called from the beach. “It’s huge!”
I squinted through the late afternoon sun, watching her wade deeper into the turquoise water. The Pacific lapped at her thighs, making her bikini bottoms ride up just enough to drive me insane all over again.
“That’s a parrotfish, baby,” I called back, taking a swig from my beer. “They’re everywhere out here.”
She turned to look at me over her shoulder, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. Her hair was already salt-sticky and wet, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her this... light.
Happy.
“Come in!” she shouted, beckoning me with both hands. “The water’s perfect!”
I set down my beer and pushed off the lounge chair, my feet sinking into the white sand as I made my way to the water’s edge. The sun was doing that golden hour thing that photographers creamed themselves over, turning everything soft and hazy.
When I reached her, she splashed water at my chest. I returned the favor by grabbing her waist and dunking us both under. We came up sputtering and laughing, her legs wrapping around me automatically.
“You almost drowned me,” she said, coughing up water but still smiling.
“That was the plan,” I said, brushing wet hair back from her face. “Figured I’d collect on that life insurance I took out on you. Smart business, you know.”
She smacked my shoulder. “That’sdeadbusiness,” she said. “Your best asset lost to the parrotfish.”
I pulled her closer, one warm body against another. “Best asset, huh?”
“Of course. You’re insufferable,” she said, tilting her head back to look at the sky. “I — on the other hand — am adorable. We even each other out. Not to mention I’m hot.”
