Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(6)

Granger swims over to where I’m sitting on the side of the pool and stops between my legs. “Will you trust me, Miss Starr?” he asks.

Will I?

“Yes,” I answer as my heart thunders wildly in my chest.

Granger’s hands begin to run up the inside of my legs that are dangling in the pool, sending goosebumps across my skin. His fingers continue further and further up my calves and over my knees until he gets to my thighs.

“You’re going to have to open a little for me,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. I do as I’m told and open my legs which makes him smile. His hands slide up further until he gets to the top of my panties. He raises a brow, and I nod, letting him know I’m okay to continue further. “As a reminder at The Paradise Club you don’t have to use protection everyone is tested vigorously before and after their stay at the island. You have a choice of going with the flow or stopping and adding extra protection. You can pull up everyone’s results on your tablet before any encounter.” He explains. I nod my head as I do remember reading that. “There is protection built into everything.” As he flips up a secret hole beside the pool where there are condoms. Oh wow. “You ready then?” I nod my answer.

With that agreement and with one swift move, he’s ripped my underwear clear off my body which makes me squeal out in surprise. That was fricken hot, like something out of the movies. Then he throws the tattered bit of fabric to the side before rolling the hem of my dress up my thighs and exposing me to him.

“Lie back and enjoy,” he says, his deep gravelly voice vibrating through me, making me throb with need. I don’t think I have ever felt so needy before. Never felt like I might explode if this man doesn’t touch me.

So I lay back and throw my arm across my face and try to quell the embarrassment that’s seeping through my bones.

Then I feel the first swipe of his tongue against me, and I swear I almost liquify. His tongue is magical—this feeling is what people rave about. I have dated some real losers over the years. How have I been missing out on something like this?

Granger swipes his tongue again across my throbbing clit, and I feel like I’ll prematurely come, and that feels like a travesty so soon into this. I need to try to think of something else because I do not want this feeling to stop. Ever.

I let my arm fall so I can stare up into the sunset-streaked sky. While I concentrate on the orange streaks dancing across the blue sky, I try to count the first stars filtering through the clouds, ready to begin their flight across the night sky.

Oh my god, his tongue slips inside of me, and I swear his tongue feels bigger than some men’s dicks I’ve been with.

Concentrate on the sunset, Ivy.

The fricken sunset.

I can’t. I’m no match against Granger’s magical tongue, and before I know it, my hands are sliding between my thighs, and my fingers are gripping his hair as I hold him in place while he devours me from the inside out. My legs begin to shake, my body starts to coil, and I can feel myself begin to head toward the edge. His tongue continues to work me over with the tiniest of sucks against my clit, and it’s game over. He continues eating me even when a guttural moan falls from my lips, and I’m literally choking him with my thighs as I continue to ride his face.

Just when I don’t think I can take it anymore, he inserts two fingers into me and curls them at just the right angle—what in the living hell is happening—as he pulls another orgasm from my soul.

What! How?

I don’t understand this magic.

I’ll take it, I’ll take it all. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I collapse onto the deck a complete mess, but Granger doesn’t give me a moment to collect myself before he’s stepping up onto the step in the pool, opening the secret box beside me, and grabbing some protection. I didn’t ask him to but maybe for this time it would be a good idea. Then he’s opening my legs again and lining himself up. Thank goodness I’m loose from all those orgasms because the man is so large, there’s the slightest of burns as he enters me, but it feels good, oh so good, that I don’t care. I wrap my legs around his thick waist and basically hang on for dear life. He can do whatever the hell he wants because I am his compliant slave.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls into my ear, and I melt all over again. “Your cunt is strangling me.” Oh my god, he dirty talks too. “I fucking love it,” he states, nipping my neck.

My hands run down his muscular body, and he is nothing but steel wrapped in skin. That is impressive.

“Take me like a fucking good girl,” Granger groans out as his thrusts become deeper.

Oh, I’ve never felt that spot before. Oh wow. Yes. Yes, keep going, Granger.

My legs tighten around him as my nails dig into his hard biceps.

“That’s it, princess.” His thrusts become manic, and I hold on for dear life, then his hand disappears between my legs and his thumb slides over my clit, and that’s it. Game over, lights out, my entire body explodes. And for the first time in my life, I’m that woman in the porno that is screaming and writhing around underneath a man. I always thought they sounded fake but here I am doing the exact same thing, and I can tell you there is nothing fake about what Granger is doing to my body. Far from it.

Moments later, Granger is joining me as he grunts and groans his own release. Wow. I lay back in a sweaty mess while Granger falls to his elbows and his face rests against my neck.