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“Don't say a word,” I stay hidden for a few moments, my hand resting on his shoulder and the other covering his large mouth. “I don't even want to know how many people saw that,” I whisper, still hidden against his chest.
I hadn't even realized there could be people on the beach, even though I had wandered a bit farther from the apartments during my sunset stroll. Manasseh had flustered me so much that there was no one else around, my attention entirely consumed by him.
“Mmm,” Manasseh mumbles something, and when his wet tongue touches the back of my hand, I muffle a scream and retract my hand as if burned. “Not too many,” he says at last.
“Ughh,” I sigh and dare to look around. “We haven't caught anyone's attention, only half of the beach,” I exaggerate, realizing that only a few people are visible in the distance through the evening mist, after summoning the courage to push my hair away from my face and survey my surroundings.
“I don’t give a shit about them.” Manasseh grabs my hips and shamelessly squeezes them, only then do I realize our compromising position. Him still beneath me, a satisfied expression on his face, and a threatening bulge in his pants.
Me, without underwear, utterly disoriented, and blushing like a lobster.
“I do!” I exclaim, annoyed, and try to lift myself off him, covering myself better with the robe. But Manasseh presses me against him once more, encircling my waist with his strong arms.
“You can't get up now,” his chest sinks and rises quickly, his gaze now fixed on my mouth with interest.
“Why? I don't want people to think something is happening.”
“And what’s happening?” his expression becomes emotionless again, visibly bothered.
“Nothing,” I tighten the robe's belt too much, tensing up as I feel his hostile vibe, with a vision right in front of me, beneath me, that would have even enticed a eunuch.
A wet, disheveled, and unsatisfied Manasseh from the last time, hence dangerous.
“Then let's do it,” he keeps holding me close, while I hear the zipper of his pants opening beneath me.
“No, Manasseh,” I press my palms onto his shoulders, attempting to rise, but he won't let me.
“Shhh, Becca! You can't leave me like this,” I feel his hot member being released from his boxers and boldly pressing against me as he lets it go from his hand, resting it on my thigh.
I squeeze my eyelids shut and shiver, curling up even more in his lap. The sea breeze caresses the area between my legs, exposed to the water, and I feel his thick, long cock pulsating between my folds, which are starting to get wet. My heart beats faster. I've never done anything like this before, never allowed myself to be this wild.
“Are you crazy? We can't! Not here,” I press my forehead against his chest, trying to hide from reality.
“Yes, we can,” his pelvis arches, and I feel his hot cock gently rubbing between my labia, which are beginning to throb, as if recognizing him.
“You don't know what you're doing!” I bite my lower lip and try to lift myself off him, but it's no use.
His arm continues to firmly pin me against his strong chest. All I manage to do is grind our sexes against each other even more, igniting waves of heat beneath my belly.
“But your body knows exactly what I want to do,” he whispers in my ear, then takes my earlobe effortlessly in his mouth and softly sucks on it. “And it wants this,” he pants in my ear before trailing the tip of his tongue along my pulse line.
I shiver all over, feeling his hardness growing even wetter, embraced by my eager softness, and overridden by every ounce of reason that hadn't left me yet.
“I don't want to,” I feel like I have to say it, even though I'm shamelessly lying, and my body confirms it.
“Are you sure? Your wet pussy is already yearning for my painfully throbbing cock, so ready to penetrate it.”
“No, it isn’t!” I rush to contradict him, even though I'm barely suppressing my pelvis from moving spasmodically, which is only turning me on more.
“Don’t lie, piggy!” he rasps hoarsely and sucks on the skin of my neck before thrusting forward again, sliding so easily between my tensed legs, so tempting. “You'd be the first girl I let ride on top, so get up and satisfy us both,” he orders impatiently.
“Someone might see us!”
“I said get up, Becca, before I do. And believe me, after I get up, your last concern will be the entire beach seeing you getting fucked from behind like the horny bitch you are,” he grabs my hair in his fist and lifts my embarrassed face.
His threats make my skin prickle, and I stand up, supported by him.
“I hate you so much,” I dig my hand into his throat, and Manasseh continues to hold me captive, his arm refusing to slacken, as if he's afraid I'll slip through his fingers.
