Page 18 of Beards and Bikinis


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The power of having him in my mouth is so heady I almost don’t want to stop, but he pulls me up, aligning his wide crown to my entrance.

“I’m usually dry. Please, be gentle,” I blurt, but this time, I’m so slick with desire I slide onto him before I even get out all my words.

“What were you saying, Cherub?” he says with a cocky grin.

“Oh my gosh,” I exclaim, from pleasure and surprise. I’m usually a desert down below, but not with Milo in control. “You make me so wet. I want to fuck this big cock, Milo.”

“That’s my girl. Yes, fuck my big cock.”

I clench around him with each dirty word. Quicker now, I slide up and down, using his massive shoulders for leverage. My head falls back when he moves his fingers to my clit,strumming them in perfect rhythm against me as I ride him.

Milo takes my nipple into his mouth. It sends a new ripple of pleasure through my nerves.

“Oh my god. So good.”

My hips rock frantically, desire building, but my legs are cramping, and soon, they’ll give out.

“Help me. Please don’t stop. Fuck me, Milo. I need you.”

My words snap something inside my giant, and like a man on a mission, he’s no longer gentle, and I’m not in control. Milo fucks me like a beast, bucking up into my hips ehile I lose myself to my pleasure. His large frame drives into me, that huge cock hitting pleasure receivers I didn’t know I had. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I explode. Shaking with release again, I claw his back, growling yes. Seconds later, his body goes stiff, and he groans his orgasm into my shoulder while flooding me. My release is still dancing on my skin, my body sated and sensitive.

We take a long moment to lie there, catching our breath while gentle waves rock the kayak. The sun is low is the sky, and soon, it’ll set. Unfortunately, right now, it’s still humid and hot as hell. The romantic moment is cut short by the temperature.

“You’re incredible,” he tells me as we do our best to get dressed without tipping over. His praise makes me feel warm and adored. Thoroughly ravaged, I still feel drawn him. Once dressed, we row out to a deserted beach where we swim off our sexy sweat and make out in the waves until sunset. It’s the most romantic day of my life, and I’m scared of all my feelings. They’re so extra.

But deep down, I know I love him. I’m madly in love with Milo, and I never want this day to end.

“What do you think is at the altar?” I ask as we lie in his bed, hours later. After our time on the beach, we grabbed pizza for dinner at Mohagen's then came back to Angel Beach to shower. I asked Milo to spend the night with me, assuring him he would fit in my van, but he insisted he might break it. So we showered, sang in the community shower again, a mix of showtunes to spice things up, while we washed each other’s bodies. Singing into our loofahs, stark naked and completely at ease.

It ended very, very happily with two orgasms and soft beard kisses. Now, we’re lounging out on his bed, planning our next move.

“Fortune all around,” he says. “More gold and jewels. Here on Google, it says Sir Rudolf’s treasure was stolen from a Spanish Armada and actually stopped a war.”

“Is that what you hope it is? Gold?”

“This is your treasure, Cherub. I hope it’s everything your heart desires.”

With that, he presses a kiss to my lips. My heart says something special is growing between us. I dare to dream of a chance at forever, and if I had to choose, I’d take this man over gold and jewels all day.

“What do you hope the fortune is?” I ask him.

“What I hope or what I think it is?”

“Aren’t they the same?”

I take a moment to think about it.

“I believe we’ll find gold, but I’ve never wanted for money, and I’m not sure I want it now. Growing up, my parents used it in exchange for parenting. I’ve been living on the bare minimum for the last five years just fine.”

“So you’re saying, if you come into a sweet million dollars tomorrow, you don’t want anything?”

I tap my chin, deep in thought, while I lie on his bicep. His fingers play with my curly hair, and I’m wearing his T-shirt that ten times too big on me. I love it. It even smells like him.

“Actually. This might sound crazy, but I think if we find fortune in the form of money, I would buy a house here in Candy Cane Key. Is that dumb?”

He turns toward me, rolling me against his chest to face him.

“Of course, it’s not dumb. You want to lay down roots here, Cherub? Any chance those plans include me? Long term?”

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