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Her legs began to shake. Her belly quivered as her womb contracted. Luke grumbled something against her flesh. The soft vibration of his words mounted her higher to the peak.

He rested a hand on her pelvis and opened it wide as his thumb dipped to stroke her nub in slow, teasing circles. A weak sound danced up her throat and got strangled there.

The tension escalated until she couldn’t think. She writhed on the sand, tossing her head side to side, and with a few more sweet, exquisite laps of his tongue, she shattered.

Hot, heady contractions squeezed and shook her, tearing out his name in a breathless gasp.

She lay trembling beneath him, and he came up to cup the back of her neck with his hand. He held her head still as he bent his head and kissed her softly, his tongue lazy, hot, and tasting of her.

Peyton could spend the rest of the night kissing him slowly like this, her body still racked in aftershocks. Her orgasm had not yet fully subsided when Luke reached between her legs and gently inserted two fingers past her wet slit.

Delving deep, he knowingly stroked her G-spot—or something extra-tender and buried deep inside her—and Peyton gasped in surprise and arched her hips again in renewed arousal. He made her burn again. Feverish. Desperate for him. For all of him.

He added a third finger while he continued tonguing her mouth. A mewing sound tore from her throat as she imagined his fingers were his cock, imagined the hot, delicious tongue she suckled was also his cock.

Every wild, pulse-pounding heartbeat as she waited, wondering if she’d be fucked by him, was torture. His expert tongue and fingers rapidly urged her toward another orgasm. A crackling tension built inside her core, twisting and tightening.

Anxiously she thought that she had to seize this moment, now—now before the practical side of her sabotaged her plans. She was used to being in control. She was used to calling the shots in her office, and this sheer torture, wondering whether he was going to fuck her or not drove her half crazy. She rolled on top of him with surprising force, straddling him with her thighs.

“Whoa.” A soft smile played on his lips.

Peyton settled over him and frantically sought his erection with her pelvis. His face tensed with pure, unadulterated lust when she found him. Pulsing thick and enormous beneath her. She rubbed the bloated tip urgently with the lips of her sex.

She moved so that only the head of his shaft was inside her, and her eyes drifted shut at the glorious feeling of being taken. Penetrated.

His hands cupped her breasts, squeezed them firmly, and a slow, sure grin spread across his beautiful face. “You don’t waste any time, do you, Peyton?” His sexy voice was roughened with lust, but also filled with playful tenderness.

Oh, but she did waste time. She’d wasted thirty years of her life and up until a few minutes ago when she had decided to get down to this very important, very personal business of hers. “I want to feel you,” she confessed as she pressed her hips lower to his and mewled in pleasure when his full length entered her—at last.

So big so thick so long so good…

“I must…oh, Luke, yes!” He’d grabbed her pelvis and arched his hips to meet her. The move sank his cock deep, oh, so deliciously deep inside her.

Her sex clenched around his hardness and clamped greedily around his length, stretching to welcome him deeper. He was so big he almost hurt. But Peyton was so wet and swollen, the relief she felt while he impaled her was overwhelming.

“Get down here and kiss me,” he rasped. He cupped the back of her neck with his hand and forced her down to meet his lips.

He kissed her with a strong, slow tongue, but Peyton was wild, desperate, and she twirled her tongue all over his mouth and moved her hips faster against his, faster, feeling sweaty and feverish and on the verge of a breakdown.

She hadn’t had an orgasm in a long, long time until today, and even then, she’d been empty inside. But now that she was being fucked by Luke’s enormous cock, it felt like her climax was going to be a big one. An explosion unlike any she’d experienced…and then she snapped with it.

Wild waves of shudders twisted and jerked through her, and she closed her eyes and let it break her, let it take her, as Luke continued to move inside her until he tensed, moaned, and shuddered beneath her.

She sagged on top of him. For a few seconds, all she could hear was their equally ragged breathing and the lulling sounds of the ocean behind them. When she regained her composure, Luke lay limp beneath her, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each of his breaths.

His eyes fluttered open, and he reached to cup her face within one hand. “Tell me you’re on birth control, baby. I’d hate to meet my own offspring ten years from now and it’s my first time going solo since just about ever.”

“Yes!” she said with a laugh. “I’m on birth control. I started when I planned this trip.?

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“Then let’s wash off this sand and get back to it.”

She sat up in almost embarrassment, flushed and red-cheeked. Luke followed her up and cocked a brow at her, absently running a hand along her cheek in a wistful, loving caress. “Are you being shy with me now?”

He wanted her again. She could see it in his eyes. The exciting realization made her bones feel like gelatin. “No, I, yes, a little,” she said in a breath, then she stared out at the ocean. “When you said wash off the sand…” she started, then stared into his face.

He looked gorgeous, all sated and sweaty, and as he sat up on his elbows his eyes were so magnificent—they were dark blue and shining in the moonlight.

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