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And sensations hit me, blinding and contradictory.

Everything that wasn’t there when I was kissing Jenny. The insane desire, the unexplainable need, wanting to spend hours and days with the woman in my arms, yet never wanting this moment to end. Needing to come so badly my dick throbs painfully, yet wanting to stay buried inside her all night.

I’m totally screwed. But in this second, there’s not a goddamn thing I would change.

Sofia writhes and whimpers in my arms. Her hips rub, gyrate against the planes of my stomach, her hands clasp at my head, pull at my hair.

And I take my time worshipping her gorgeous tits. Keeping one arm around her back, my free hand massages her breast, pinching the nipple until she gasps.

Sofia doesn’t seem to have the same patience as I do.

“Stanton, please,” she begs, her chin rubbing against my hair. “Oh God, I need you to f*ck me.”

I trace over the hickeys on her chest with my tongue, then suck, re-marking her. “Not yet.”

She uncurls her legs and slides down my front. My cock aches from the friction and my hips grind forward, searching for more. Then Sofia takes matters into her own hands.

Literally.

I kiss her mouth, nipping her lip with my teeth, when I see her hand dip below the water, into her bathing suit.

Oh, f*ck.

Her groan grows deeper, more feral, and her free hand slides around my back, into my trunks, grabbing my ass. Pulling me closer where she needs me most.

I lift her against me and drag us to the bank. I lower her down and press on top of her, bare chests rubbing. She pushes down her bikini bottoms and I yank them the rest of the way, then free myself from the stifling constraints of my trunks. Her thighs spread wide when I push against them with my hips. Gripping my cock, I drag the head through her folds, feeling her heat, wanting to thrust and grind and ride her until we both lose our minds.

Jesus, it’s never felt like this. So f*cking urgent. So desperate.

I push inside her—just the tip—and her muscles clench around me greedily. She’s so f*cking warm . . . slick and snug. Too warm.

I look into her eyes. “I don’t have anything, Sofia.”

A whole box of wonderful condoms is back at the house, in my room. Shit.

She shakes her head, her voice high and breathless. “I don’t care.”

I grow stiffer with the thought of screwing her raw. Illicit, decadent images flash behind my eyes, telling me it doesn’t matter. Urging me to just push, thrust, f*ck.

I drag my nails up her thigh gently. “I’ll pull out,” I rasp. Promise. “I want to see my come on you.” I slide my hand up her stomach, across her breasts. “Here. Glistening on this perfect f*cking skin.”

She nods with a whimper, pulling me down to her. Lifting her legs, making me slip further inside.

I thrust hard—and stop. Sinking into the sensation of her wrapped so tight around me, filling her completely without anything between us. I don’t remember the last time I was inside a woman bare—but that’s not what makes it different.

It’s beautiful. Intense.

But only because it’s her.

I drag out slowly. She arches her back, rubbing against me. And I push back inside her, groaning and grasping. I let go, f*cking her without an ounce of restraint, inching us up the bank, rocking her breasts with every thrust of my hips.

I pull on her shoulders and she clasps my head, holding me as her tongue plunders my mouth. Her lips slant across my jaw, biting, and she comes with a muffled scream against my skin. I feel her contract, squeezing so tight it borders on painful. The best kind of pain.

When her muscles relax I push into her again, feeling the tension coiling in my stomach. Electric tendrils spark up my thighs, and at the last possible moment I pull out and rise to my knees. I move my fist up my length, and Sofia watches with rapt eyes. She covers my hands with her own, helping me get there.

The sound of my rushing blood crests in my eardrums and I come in hot, forceful spurts. She moans with me as my orgasm paints her breasts in gleaming splashes that go on and on.

With a final groan I collapse on top of her, both of us panting, chasing our breath. She cradles me against her neck and my arms come around, pressing her close. And we stay just like that until the sun peeks over the horizon in the east.

And a whole new day is born.





19

Stanton

On Thursday afternoon, Jenny’s sister throws a big party for her and JD at her parents’ house. It’s fancier than a Sunday barbecue, but not as extravagant as a catered affair. The bride-and groom-to-be have foregone bachelor or bachelorette parties—much to Ruby’s displeasure. It seems she was looking forward to giving her little sister the kind of send-off into married life that included fireman strippers and mechanical-bull riding. Obviously, Ruby is unaware of her sister’s kinkier proclivities—and the fact that she already has her very own collection of handcuffs, so the stripper probably would’ve been a letdown.