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His words are charming and yet somehow they seem sincere.
He wants me.
And that reality causes me to smile wide and let myself go. His cock fills me up, my pussy is so tight that it hurts. I take a deep breath and move past the pain and enter a place that can only be described as bliss.
My pussy screams, the kind of pain that hurts so good. My pussy tightens as I'm stretched in a way I never expected.
I've touched myself, trying to make myself come, but whatever my hand does, it doesn't compare to what his hand knows intrinsically.
And his hand doesn't even come close to his cock. As I grind against him, adjusting to his size, I swivel my hips, loving the way he fills me. He watches me with wonder and I can't help but forget the lonely nights of my past.
I need this, to be totally filled by him. With him inside me, I feel totally alive. I move, my clit awake and my body on fire. He feels so good in me I don’t want to stop moving against him, loving the way my pussy throbs when he thrusts his length inside me.
"Watching you get off is so fucking hot," he tells me as I move against his body. He pulls my breasts to his mouth, licking and sucking my nipples as if they were treats.
He squeezes my ass, his fingers running up and down my crack, drawing me closer and closer to himself.
My pussy is on hot, my pussy is burning. I grind harder against him, needing this, wanting this.
His cock is going to burn me alive.
"Oh, my God," I groan, knowing that when I come now it is going to be different from all the times before.
"Oh, God, oh God, I'm so close." I push my body against him, my arms tighten around his neck, arching my back as he deepens against me.
Then I forget my words; I forget myself. I'm lost in this moment. He holds me tighter against himself—he holds me like he won't let go.
In this moment I am a reckless fool, completely high on sex, utterly committed to the cause.
His come is warm and hot, and it fills me up. He makes sexy growls in my ear, telling me to keep going, that it isn't time to stop.
So, I keep riding him as he comes, deep inside me, and I come harder too. We may be in the water, but I feel slick with sweat and drenched in euphoria.
When we finish, I don't remember how to breathe. I've forgotten everything I knew. My name and my phone number and my home address. The only thing I know, the one thing I can remember, is that this is the moment I changed.
This is the moment I became the person I was always meant to be.
"What did you do to me?" I ask, gasping for air as pleasure surges through my veins, not quite knowing if this is the kind of sex everyone has or if this is just the kind of sex we have.
He looks down at me, alarmingly confident and most certainly a demigod sent to this earth just for me.
He raises an eyebrow. "I just made a woman out of you."
I nod dreamily, not caring how chauvinistic his words might sound. Then he smiles at me, and I know he was just being silly.
The truth is, I'm not the girl I was before I met him.
He changed me.
As I move from him and sit down on the step beside him, I try to remember everything about the moment.
"Thank you," I tell him. I reach for my suit and begin dressing.
"What, that's it? One fuck and you're through?"
I look him over and smile. I know I'm not the kind of girl he's used to having, but I'm happy to have been his girl for one day, one hour.
"I'll never forget you," I tell him.
"And that's supposed to be enough?" He's already shaking his head, reaching for his trunks. "You're seriously just gonna walk away after that?"
I laugh, pulling up the straps on my suit. "I'm here for my friend’s bachelorette party, not a romantic rendezvous."
"And what do you call what we just had?"
His face has turned to a scowl. I can tell he's not used to being rejected. But that isn't what I'm trying to do. I just want to let him off the hook easily, he doesn't owe me anything.
"We just had fun. We just—"
He cuts me off, shaking his head. "That wasn't fun. It was fucking hot."
"You're right," I tell him. "It was. It was a moment I'll never forget." I lean over and kiss his cheek.
I didn't come to Miami for a boyfriend, and I certainly know I'm not the kind of girlfriend this man would be interested in anyway. He's a player, rich, and probably has a different woman for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
