the whole time there fucking, and I’m going to spend an inordinate amount of that time finding outrageous ways to make you come.”
Her tense body goes lax. A flush creeps over the swell of her breasts. Her arms unfold, and her dainty hands press against my chest. “Outrageous?” she whispers.
I lean in and press my nose to her temple, inhaling the berry scent of her shampoo and the floral scent of her perfume. I slide it down her cheek and press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Outrageous.” My hand moves up her waist, and my finger traces a path along the base of her tit. “Scandalous.” I drag my finger up her cleavage. “And dirty as fuck.” I pinch one of her nipples and then swallow her breathy gasp with my mouth.
She opens instantly for me, and I take full advantage and shove my tongue inside.
Fuck. I love the way she tastes and responds to me. It’s addictive as fuck. So is the feel of that tight pussy of hers. I can’t get enough of her at the moment.
But it’ll pass. It always does.
Okay, so I’ve never actually felt this sort of addiction to a woman’s pussy, mouth, body, face, and mind before now. So, basically, all of her.
But it doesn’t mean anything.
It’s just because we’re here on this island, spending a shit-ton of time together, fucking and talking and fucking some more because there’s not a lot else to do.
My hand slides into that thick, dark hair of hers, and I grip a fistful of it and pull her head back, exposing her throat to me. I kiss my way down her neck and chest. I yank down the front of her dress and the cup of her bra and put my mouth around one of those sweet nipples.
“West,” she moans, her hips pressing harder against mine, seeking my cock.
I feel this sudden, desperate urge to be inside of her. Which isn’t exactly abnormal. I feel like that all the time I’m around her. But this time, the urge is more insistent. It feels primal.
I want to dominate her.
Releasing her tit from my mouth, I spin her. Grabbing her hands, I lift them up and pin them to the wall above her head. I press my hips against her ass and bite her earlobe. “Keep your hands there. Don’t move them unless I tell you to.”
Her breaths are coming in fast. She’s excited, and her excitement is only fueling me on further.
Pulling the hairband off my wrist, I tie my hair into a bun, keeping it out of the way. I kick off my flip-flops and lower to my knees. I shove her dress up over her ass. She’s wearing a pretty pink thong. So pretty, and I’m gonna dirty it all up.
Grabbing the scrap of fabric, I yank it aside and shove two fingers inside her.
She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
“You’re soaked, Dillon. Do you like my fingers inside of you?”
“Yes.”
I start moving my fingers in and out, fingering her pussy, loosening her up, getting her ready to take me inside her. I’m not planning on spending a lot of time on foreplay. Tonight, I just want to fuck.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and run my tongue from that puckered little hole that I’m dying to get inside of to the hole my fingers were just inside. I slip my tongue up there and move my mouth and face, knowing that my stubble will rub over her clit.
“West … shit, that feels …” Her hips start to move against my face, grinding down.
I fucking love that about her. Even when I’m dominating her, she still can’t help but move that hot little pussy of hers against my mouth. She’s unabashed, and she doesn’t give a single fuck when she’s seeking her own pleasure.
But she’s not coming yet. Not until I’m inside her anyway.
Standing up, I enjoy the sound of her cry of displeasure at losing my mouth against her. She looks back at me over her shoulder, resting her chin on it. But she doesn’t make a move to turn around or take her hands off the wall.
Good girl.
Holding Dillon’s stare, I unbuckle the belt on the cargo shorts I’m wearing and unfasten the button and zipper. I shove my shorts and boxers down just far enough to free my cock.
Getting my wallet from the pocket of my shorts, I get