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He captured her lips in a wet kiss, exploring her warm mouth with his tongue. “Hmm, you taste even better in the water.”
She rested her hands on his shoulders, loving the definition of his tanned, wet skin. “I don’t think I’ve ever known someone with such a beautiful body.”
“I think I’m supposed to say that to you.” His lips split into a sideways grin. “I’ve looked in the mirror, babe, and I may be a lot of things, but beautiful ain’t one of them.”
“To me, you’re beautiful.” She slicked back the wet hair from her face, enjoying the sun’s heat, then crept her hand between them and stroked Mamba through his briefs. “Doesn’t look like the cool water has made a difference.”
“Not when I’m holding you.” He swam them to the back of the boat. “Why don’t we lay out and enjoy the sun.” He nudged her toward the ladder hanging off the platform.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Mamba followed Mandy up the ladder, enjoying the view of her perfect ass cheeks. His brain centered around getting that thong off and seeing her buck-ass naked. Yeah, he was a dog, but he couldn’t resist this woman.
He pulled the cushions off the seats, laid them on the deck, then covered them with a large towel. She sat on the towel, and he tried to ignore how the water dripped off her tight nipples.
“Now who’s looking?” She teased, throwing his words back at him.
“Who the fuck could blame me?” He lay down next to her and savored the clear blue sky above and the sexy-as-fuck woman lying beside him. He levered himself up on both elbows, gazed down at her, then leaned in and flicked her wet nipple with his tongue. She drew in a breath, and he sucked it deeper, rolling the sensitive flesh between his lips. When he got his fill, he moved to the other one, nipping, then laving it with his tongue.
Mandy’s back arched, and when she moaned out his name, Mamba’s dick pulsed against his boxers. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them together while moving his lips from one to the other. Her chest rumbled on a sigh, and his dick jumped. The painful throbbing made him push away his briefs. Her hand snuck between them, and she palmed him. The relief was sweet but short-lived.
He needed in her body—now.
He reared back on his haunches, and the sight of her parted pouty lips and hooded eyes almost made him blow. Almost. He grappled along the deck floor for his jeans, then rummaged through his pockets until he came up with a rubber. His shaky hands fumbled with the foil packet until she gently removed it and sheathed him from tip to root.
The look of lust and desire in her eyes was too much. He wanted all of her, in every way, and he wanted to make it last until they were both shaking with need.
Mamba easily flipped her over then nudged her onto her hands and knees with that perfect peach of an ass front and center. He bent over and sucked the firm flesh, then nipped and licked it. She rocked back and forth, and when she wiggled that sweet ass, he knew she wanted more. He gripped her hips and pulled her tight to him, angling his rock-hard cock between those beautiful cheeks. When he was good and snug, Mamba slapped one cheek and she groaned, and when he slapped the other, she yelled out his name.
“Fuck, yeah, love hearing my name on your lips.” He slapped her harder, and she shouted out louder.
Mamba anchored his palms on her hips and slid his cock closer to her clit, but not quite there. He wanted to make them both sweat for it, and between the boat’s gentle rocking and the length of his cock, he had her moaning and keening for more.
“Tell me what you want, baby?” He slapped her ass again.
“I want you,” she wheezed out between gasps. “All of you.”
He eased his cock closer, feeling her wet heat, then pulled back. By now, Mandy was rocking against him hard, straining for some relief and trying to get his cock where she wanted it.
“Stop teasing me,” she moaned out. Her head hung between her arms while her hair covered her face.
“Nah, this is the best part.” Mamba snatched her hair and drew her head back, angling her face to his and grabbing her lips in a wet, needy kiss. He broke their connection, and she went back to rocking into him.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted.
Again, he pressed her ass cheeks against his dick, but he didn’t slide home. Instead, he leaned over her back, bit her ear lobe then whispered, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, yes.”
He kissed her neck, straightened his torso, tilted her hips, and shot into Mandy so hard her knees lifted off the floor. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Ahhh, shit, so good.”
She kept in perfect rhythm with Mamba, arching her back to take all of him and pressing against him, trying to get every inch. He let go of her hips and braced his palms against the bench for leverage, driving deeper, wanting her to feel it all.
Mandy’s body quivered and shook under him, then her back arched, and he knew she was close. “Hold on, babe. Make it last.”
That torturous point of wanting to let go and never wanting it to end hit Mamba hard. He could fuck this woman for the rest of his life, and it’d never be enough.
“Never enough, never enough,” he panted out the words as she screamed her release. Her hot cream coated his cock, and he slammed into her one last time, finding his release and then letting the aftershocks wash over him like the warmest waves.
