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“No, if you remember correctly, you said, and I quote, ‘Won’t someone see us?’ And I said, ‘no.’”
“And . . . how is that any different?”
“Because no one saw you, princess. I made sure of it.” He shrugs, dismissing my panic.
“By making me get on my knees,” I deadpan.
“Well, you are hidden,” he teases.
I smack his leg. “You’re such an ass.”
“And that’s what you like about me.”
Placing my hand on his thighs, I pat his leg for him to look back down at me. “Pax, are they still there?”
“Yeah, but I promise where you’re at, they can’t see you.”
“And I’m supposed to sit here, on my knees, doing what?”
He lifts his brow. “I have a few suggestions.”
“Men.” I roll my eyes.
“You love it.” He’s not wrong. I do love his wit, humor, and playfulness. With my hands still on his shorts, I trail my fingers up, all the while still looking up at him. “Princess.”
“What?” I respond in my best attempt at a sexy voice. I’m not sure if it’s working, but when Paxton’s dick twitches in his pants, I think it is.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re the one who alluded to it,” I say, trying for innocence.
“Do you want me?” I nod at his question. The look he’s giving me is enough to make my legs shake. “Take my cock out, princess. Get my cock ready so that I can fuck you.”
I can’t help the goose bumps that explode all over my body. I’m electrified with lust. It filters through every inch of my body—a heavy feeling pooling in my stomach.
“We can’t.”
“We can. I would never allow it if someone could see you.” His hands rest on my head, his fingers toying with strands of my hair.
“Take my cock out, princess.”
My shaky hand pushes his shorts down, freeing his hard length.
I look up at him, but he’s looking off into the distance, most likely watching the boat passing by.
All I can do is trust him that they won’t see.
And I do.
That’s what I realize as I lean forward and wrap my lips around him. I trust Paxton implicitly.
As I take him deeper into my mouth, Paxton threads his fingers tighter through my hair so that he can control my movements. His thrusts intensify as he pushes forward with his hips and begins to fuck my mouth.
His rhythm is brutal and powerful, and I can’t get enough, but just as I’m about to reach down between my legs, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and lifts me up off the ground. “Bend over. Because I want to fuck your sweet pussy now.”
“But—”
“They’re gone.” His voice sounds pained, like he’s desperate to be inside me. “Bend over, princess. Now.”
I love when he’s dominating, but I love pushing back even more.
A good submissive, I am not.
“You can’t be serious?” My words lack conviction, and he pulls a face that tells me that he knows what I’m up to.
“I never lie about fucking.” He smirks, and I do as he says, standing and then leaning my upper body forward.
The windy air whips at my skin, making me shiver with need.
Before I can ask him what he’s waiting for, he’s sliding in and stealing my breath. I gasp at the feel of him filling me to the hilt.
“Fuck!” he groans as he begins to thrust inside me.
With each drag of his cock through my flesh, I feel myself building toward release, and it doesn’t take long for me to fall over the edge. The moment Paxton slips a hand between us, I explode, and not long after that, he’s jerking inside me and flooding me with his release.
This moment on the open water is sublime, and I don’t want it to end.
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@Stargossip: Just spotted Paxton Ramsey taking a sail around the island. So where’s the tea, you ask? He might not be alone. ;)
@Fairytalelover: Please be Teagan. That Ramsey is hot.
@Ihatehollywood: Really? This is what you’re calling gossip now?
@Twistedtealover: I have to agree with @Ihatehollywood. Give us Teagan/Brad dirt.
@Deathtothesystem: You all need a life.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
Feeling Mallory’s warmth surround me is the best feeling in the world.
But then, like a bucket of ice water being dumped on my head, I realize why it feels so damn good.
“Fuck.”
Mallory turns over her shoulder, her wide blue eyes searching mine.
“What’s wrong?”
My dick is still twitching inside her as I speak. “I didn’t use a condom.”
She stares at me for a beat, her features blank and unreadable.
What is going through that beautiful brain of hers?
Anger?
Betrayal?
I watch her with an air of caution, silently hoping I haven’t fucked everything up.
Much to my surprise, she observes me through lowered lashes, a look of amusement reflecting back at me.
“I trust you, Paxton.” Her mouth curves up. “Plus, I’m on the pill. So . . . if that’s what you’re worried about, there won’t be any baby Paxtons running around.”
