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"Fuck that bitch," I moaned, making him smile against my skin.
"That's my girl. She may not be able to see you, but make sure she knows who belongs on this cock."
My breathing was erratic, sweat dripping out of every pore, not only from Tripp but from the heat of the beach. "Take your shirt off."
He pulled back and pulled the plain white t-shirt over his head. His body was also coated in sweat, and I rubbed my hands over his pecs, not caring how dirty we felt. Then I reached into the waistband of his coral swim shorts and wrapped my hand around his girth.
Tripp hissed and pushed into my hand, making me feel like I had a crown on my head and ruled over his body the way he did mine. My thumb flicked his piercing, and I eyed him, wondering if it hurt.
"Slide your bathing suit over and climb on before I come in your hand."
"You make me feel crazy."
"Don't make me spank you again," he growled. "Get that perfect pussy on top of my cock or I'll make sure the whole beach hears you screaming."
Looking around, I realized my bathing suit cover did more than cover my suit. It also hid where Tripp and I were connected, making it look like I was just sitting on his lap. That made me feel more emboldened, and I lifted and pressed his tip to my clit. Rubbing his dick on me a few times, I watched as I saw what our bodies looked like against one another.
Then I lifted higher and eased down, my legs shaking from how good he felt. He let me go slow, not taking control and watching me with his sharp eyes. His tongue was licking his lips as he tried to hide a grimace from my slow pace, creating torture for him.
"That's my girl," he hissed once he was entirely inside me. From our position, it felt like he was deeper than he was the night before. It was almost uncomfortable, but at the same time, the fear of him tearing my body open was only adding to the intensity.
Rocking on his lap, I was instantly close to coming, and I had to stop moving, too scared I would crumble, and it would be over before we were both satisfied. Tripp grabbed a hold of my hips and made me start moving again, grunting as he fucked me from underneath me. His patience was wavering, and I almost cried, knowing the magic would dissipate as soon as we both shattered.
"She's watching us," Tripp whispered, then grabbed my cheeks, preventing me from looking back. "She heard you and came back, but if you look, you're going to panic."
"I'm panicking," I whined, with my eyes wide.
Tripp's eyes moved to the side of the cabana and then back to me. "Show her who owns me, Coconut. Give her something to watch. Make her think twice about coming back and asking for an autograph while I'm inside of you. The fucking disrespect."
"Can she hear you?"
"She knows I see her," Tripp spoke louder, looking toward her again. "But she's welcome to watch you ride my cock."
My clit was pulsing, and I no longer had control of my body. Moving on his cock, I moaned and ran my hands back up his chest the way I had before. Instead of grinding, I started bouncing, and Tripp was huffing as his eyes remained on me.
If the woman was still there, I no longer cared. It wasn't like I could stop even if I wanted to. Tripp lowered his hands from my neck, and instead of looking back, I held onto his shoulders for leverage and rode him harder.
"Oh fuck," he moaned, then pulled me down to kiss me. His tongue was fighting with mine, and I started squeezing his cock, unable to hold back.
"I'm coming," I moaned against his mouth, loud enough that whoever was watching could hear me.
"I feel you, baby. You're so fucking…Ahhh."
His hips started moving, but he was jerky and uncontrolled. His mouth was open against mine, and I could tell he was coming as he gasped into my mouth.
Reality sunk in when we were both nothing but noodles, and I looked back to see our voyeur. "Did she leave?"
"She was never there," Tripp growled, making me gasp from his fib. "But you wanted her to be. My little desperado loves being reckless and dangerous."
"I'm not—" I stopped talking and realized I was about to deny what he had just said but then decided I didn't want to. "Maybe I am, but I've imagined it so many times in my head that I can't help it. Call it my kink, but it gives me a little thrill."
"Don't apologize or explain yourself, Coconut. Whatever you want, you get. Remember?"
His words reminded me of the first time he said them. After he first kissed me and told me to figure things out with Hunter. That made me think about him again, and my shoulders slumped forward.
"Hey," Tripp soothed, his cock still inside of me as he wrapped me into a hug. "I'm sorry this was how the story went."
Damn, I was too. But I was also relieved.
