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I didn’t know what came over me. I blamed it on adrenaline, but it was more lies I fed myself for what I did next.

My lips slammed to hers with more need than I’d ever felt. Fire erupted in my veins as my tongue swept into her mouth. She tasted like bad decisions and regret and everything I shouldn’t want. I felt like I was drowning, and it had nothing to do with the water.

I pulled her closer until her bare breasts pressed against me. Endless legs wrapped my waist as our mouths consumed each other. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and her head fell back when my lips moved from her mouth to her jaw. Teeth nipped the delicate flesh down her neck and across her collarbone.

I massaged her heavy breast in one hand and kneaded her tight ass with the other. Soft moans mingled with the sounds of the ocean when I brushed my fingers over her covered pussy were like none I’d ever heard. It wasn’t the obnoxious wail that I’d heard from other women. Or a timid whisper of someone unsure of themselves. It was soft, sensual, and full of confidence.

“Make me come, Liam.”

I pushed the lace aside and teased. “Are you asking or telling?”

Her nails dug into my shoulders, leaving marks I’d see for days. “Neither. Either. But if you don’t make me, I’ll use you and do it myself.”

I slid my finger inside her and pumped it slow. She clenched around me, and more bad decisions swirled like a hurricane. “Sounds like you are too accustomed to doing all the work.”

I pressed my thumb to her clit and circled it several times. “Want me to show you how it feels when all the work is done for you?”

Her chest heaved, making her hard nipples brush against my skin. She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a scream. When I hooked my fingers, she fell apart.

I didn’t let up until she sagged in my arms, her body twitching with aftershocks. She didn’t realize I’d walked us back to the beach until I laid her on my suit jacket and shed my underwear.

If I’m going to hell tonight, may as well make it worth the journey.

Her pink tongue swiped over her lips when I took myself in hand. I reached for my pants, found what I was looking for, but before I got the condom on, she pushed herself to her knees, taking it from me. I watched as she wrapped her mouth around me, taking me as far as she could and swirling her tongue. “Fucking perfect.” My head fell back with a groan as she continued to bob and swirl.

I’d never been a two-pump chump, but she was about to make me one.

Looping my fingers through her hair, I yanked her away, then assaulted her mouth with my own. We broke apart, and she rolled the condom over my length without taking her eyes off of me. It was fucking hot. “Turn around,” I ordered. “Face on the jacket.”

With a smirk, she turned, lowering to her hands, stretching like a cat as she wiggled her ass in the air. Unable to resist, my palm fell with an echo to her creamy flesh. I slapped the other side and nearly came at her arousal dripping down her thighs.

I grabbed her hips and yanked her to me, then ran my hand over her arched spine until I had that long fucking hair pulled from over her shoulder and wrapped around my fist. Leaning over her supple, pliant body, I tasted her salt-coated skin, sank my teeth into her pretty neck, leaving a mark, and then yanked her hair. She yelped and tried to pull away, but I wasn’t having it. I pulled harder until my lips were at her ear. She moaned when I nudged her entrance. “Since this will never happen again, I will make sure you feel me for a week.”

“Fuck me like I’m the last woman you’ll ever touch,” she demanded.

And I slammed into her tight cunt in a single thrust. Her body shifted in the sand, her hair wrapped around my fist the only thing holding her in place. I retreated, then surged forward again. I pounded into her with brutality, savoring her cries to stop.

I pulled her until her back was to my chest, my hand wrapped around her throat, and my lips at her ear. “This is what you’ve been begging for—goading me to give you since the day we met. So you are going to take it, so the next dick you let between your legs won’t even touch the memory of me. Understand?”

“Yes.” She swallowed, the sensation of her throat bobbing beneath my palm making me feral.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I understand.”

I pushed her back to the sand, rolled my hips, ensuring she felt every inch of me, then slid out nice and slow, my eyes rolling to the heavens at the feel of her tight, velvety warmth wrapped around me. Then I slammed into her harder than before.

Her cry echoed with the waves. Her head thrashed as her arms stretched in front of her as if she wanted to escape, but she met me thrust for thrust. I knew the following day she’s have bruises from my fingers digging into her hips, an aching scalp from her hair wrapping my hand, and a destroyed pussy. She would feel me for a while.

My cock pulsed as fire raced down my spine, and a sick realization washed over me.

I didn’t want this to end.

She would feel me for days, but I would feel her forever.

“I need you to squeeze me, little flower. Come all over my dick.” I reached around and pinched and rolled her clit between my fingers as I pumped harder and faster. She clamped around me like a motherfucking fist, trying to suck out my soul. My vision went black as her cunt pulsed like a heartbeat, squeezing every drop.

I cursed myself, her, and the universe for putting her in my path because I would never forget this.

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