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“This time, I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel every pulse. Every quiver as you ride my dick.” I remove my pants, all the while telling her every dirty detail of what I intend to do to her. My shirt is off next. “Shit.”
Her eyes fly open. “What?”
My eyes close with a groan. “Condom.”
“You don’t have one?” Her voice is thick with need.
I hadn’t thought I’d be getting laid on the island, but one does not travel without being prepared. I just hope she doesn’t think poorly of me when I admit I do.
I nod. “I never leave home without some. Precaution.”
She smiles, showcasing her bright white teeth. She’s relieved, which helps me relax. I don’t waste time heading toward my bag and grabbing one.
While tearing the wrapper open, I watch Mallory, her pert breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her lips quiver as she watches me slide the rubber over my dick, her mouth parted with want.
With my cock in my hand, I stroke myself from root to tip. She observes my every move. A hunger lingers in her gaze, deep and intense.
My lips part into a smirk as I stroke my dick one more time before parting her and rubbing myself over her clit.
It’s pure torture. Heat surges through me with each pass, but I don’t rush it. No, instead, I drive us both past the point of insanity. Needing us both desperate before I give us what we both want.
Readjusting my hands under her ass, I slide through her folds.
I stare at her the whole time that I do. I watch as her lips part, her eyes glaze over, and her pants become heavier.
I need to be inside her—now.
My mouth finds hers, and as I run my tongue over the seam of her lips, I adjust her legs to wrap them around my hips and place my cock at her dripping-wet entrance.
With one sudden thrust, I plunge in.
Fuck.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, in the world has ever felt this good.
Pulling back, I watch my dick this time, enjoying the view as I retract and then push back in.
Fucking phenomenal.
Watching my cock as it sinks into her warm heat has my balls tightening and ready to explode.
But I don’t. Not yet. I take a deep breath and push down the feeling.
She needs to come again.
Thrusting in and out, I watch my cock as it disappears inside her as I pump my hips roughly.
Sweat coats my skin.
No one has ever felt as good as Mallory.
We aren’t even done, and I want to start all over again.
Her grip tightens around me, pulling me tighter to her body as her nails bite into my skin.
She’s close.
I pick up my pace, and she claws at me, her inner walls fluttering.
“More,” she begs. “Harder.”
I answer her pleas, picking up my pace. Fucking her at a punishing clip.
My fingers tighten around her hips as her pussy contracts around me, sucking me in and strangling my cock. Mallory feels so good that if I could, I’d spend every minute of my day inside her.
Our skin slaps together. Her moans echo through the hut.
Then, like a flash of lightning, it happens. I come—hard.
It’s official.
Fucking Mallory is the most sublime feeling in the world.
And I intend to enjoy that feeling all damn day.
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@Stargossip: Where is everyone? It’s been forever and no word from the set. It’s official. The world is coming to an end.
@Betterthanfiction: If it’s the apocalypse, does that mean I can hang with zombies?
@Bitchpleaseme: Zombies are our friends.
@Sparrowfan: Something is wrong with you people.
@Bitchpleaseme: @Sparrowfan Don’t yuck my yum.
@Sparrowfan: @Bitchpleaseme You need help.
My eyes blink open, and for a second, I can’t remember where I am. Rain pitter-patters on the roof, and that’s when it all comes back to me.
The storm. The rejection. The chase. The mud. This is becoming a bit ridiculous.
Then all the wicked things he did to my body take up residence in my head.
My cheeks flush, and my core tingles at the memories of his touch.
Where is he? Did I fall asleep?
Lifting my hands, I rub my eyes, and as soon as my vision returns, I see him.
Standing in the middle of the room is Paxton, getting dressed. His bright eyes seem to twinkle with mischief as he catches me staring. I can’t help but smile back at him.
“Hello, sleepyhead.” He crosses over to me, leans down, and kisses my mouth before moving back to an upright position beside the bed. “How was your nap? Sleep well?”
“I’m shocked I managed to fall asleep,” I reply, the lingering fatigue in my muscles replaced with a surge of energy.
He grins. “I’m not. After that,” he says, motioning toward the bed, “I’m surprised you didn’t sleep longer.”
My whole body warms at the gleaming look in his eyes, promising more where that came from.
