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When I squirmed, he held me tight, forcing me to come to peace with the slight sting. Just like before, the sharp tease of pain shifted into something dark and delicious before it truly hurt.
When he pulled away I angled my body toward him, silently seeking more and not at all shocked that Hale could show me something new and have me begging for it in no time at all.
“You like it?”
I bit my lip and nodded. Tomorrow would likely be a different story, but right now it felt incredible.
He plumped my breasts and went to town. The son of a bitch was right. The longer he sucked and pinched the more erotic it felt. Soon enough, I was enjoying a delicate little orgasm from nothing but nipple play.
“Can we please go to the bedroom now?” I needed him inside of me.
“Not a chance. Stay put.” The hammock swung as he stood and stripped off his clothes. Then he repositioned me so I was sitting on the hammock like a swing, facing him. When he stripped away my dress, he paused to admire my nipples. “Look how red and engorged they are. Do they hurt?”
He grazed the tips with a gentle finger and I sucked in a sharp breath. “They’re sensitive.”
“Good. Lean back.” The moment I did he stripped away my panties. “These are very wet, Mrs. Davenport.”
My skin burned. “Well, what do you expect, Mr. Davenport?”
“How about a thank you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Thank you for breaking my nipples and making me come.”
He stepped forward, fisting his hand in my hair and angling my face for a kiss, only to tease me with his mouth and make me want him all the more.
“I’d never break you.” He finally kissed me softly. “But I am going to fuck you—hard. Ready?”
“Yeh—” Before I had the word out, he caught my knees and pulled me to the edge of the hammock. Gripping my ankles, he opened my body in a wide V and thrust deep.
I gripped the canvas and gasped. The hammock created a sense of weightless ease that let him slide my body however he wanted. Over and over, he pulled me into him, slamming his cock deep and hard.
“I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you look right now. Mine. Spread open as I slide my cock in and out of your wet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me inside of you for days. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“That’s my good girl.”
He released my legs, letting them drape over his muscled arms as he controlled the hammock, sliding me into him and pushing me back. Over and over he seated himself to the hilt. Pelvis to pelvis. Every time I slammed down on him he brought me closer to the euphoric madness only he could create.
“Pinch your nipples, Rayne. Hold them tight and don’t let go.”
I was lost, swinging into him like a pleasure toy he could fuck as hard and freely as he desired. He grunted, telling me how much he loved me. Loved fucking me. Loved watching me. Loved tasting me. Loved possessing me the way no other man ever would. Then I was screaming and coming all over his dick.
He went deeper and was able to fuck me harder the more I surrendered. By the time he finished, I was worthless. Far too tired to move to the bedroom, so we both curled up on the hammock and slept there, listening to the rain and watching the moon reflect on the water through the clouds.
As expected, my tits were killing me the next day. The slightest movement had me gasping in exquisite pain and remembering how good he’d made me feel the night before.
When we buckled in for another long flight, I said, “I think we need to invest in a hammock when we get home.”
“Say less.” He was already pulling out his phone and placing the order. “Done.”
Aloha!
We arrived in Italy the following morning and took a boat into the harbor on the Amalfi Coast. Our villa overlooked the Mediterranean Sea and provided a breathtaking view of the brightly colored villages. But I was most excited about the food.
Of course Hale spoke flawless Italian, so he was a great tour guide. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d visited, but he guessed he’d been to Italy at least thirty times. The man seriously got around.
The first night we feasted on spaghetti alle vongole, and the next night it was scialatielli ai frutti di mare. I tried tortellini alla caravella and bistecca alla fiorentina. But my absolute favorite was the ravioli di ricotta e limone.
