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His words should have been a catalyst to her coming to her senses. They should have been an icy dousing of frigid water along her sun scorched skin. Yet as he peeled her cover–up over her head and tossed it onto the tiny bench behind them, she already yanking at the strings of his shorts. When her bikini top followed the cover–up, her hands was already wrapped around his long length stroking him up and down.
“It’s only one but it should do the trick,” he grunted right before his mouth claimed hers.
His fingers yanked the strings of her bottoms, and they fell to the floor. He wasted no time stroking his fingers through folds. He ripped his mouth from hers, “too short.”
“I’m not too short,” she wanted to kick him in the shins but then he lifted her, pinned her to the wall and sucked her left n****e deep into his mouth, the roughness of his tongue sending a shocking burst of pleasure straight to her navel. “Can’t reach,” she tried to get his meaty c**k back in her fist.
“Stop talking, Ladybird. I can get my c**k hard. Concentrate on your p***y being wet enough to take it.”
By far, this was the worst and most horrendous foreplay she’d ever engaged in and yet as she noted he was indeed pumping his c**k with one hand while his other handheld her pinned to the wall, his torso pressing her in place while he sucked at her breasts, Presley nearly moaned his name with longing. What the hell was wrong with her?
He was an oversized brute, the size of a small bus and the way he was roughly handling her right now should have made her run screaming into another direction. Instead, she was humping his hand like a teenage girl on prom night and whining like a dog in heat. When his fingers slipped into her, she bucked against him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. God, why was his strength such a damn turn–on? For a brief moment of clarity, she realized what she was doing and her eyes bugged but then his hand was out of her and his
thick c**k was nudging her entrance.
It had been too long. The last lover she had was months ago and his constant critique of her dulled of
any the enjoyment she took of it. Now, despite how thuch she loathed the man slowly jamming his c**k up into the tightness of her body, the realization she was wanted, even if it was to f**k, was sending signals to the part of her brain which longed for attention. Wrapping her legs around his waist against, she kicked her heels into his ass and gave a blissful sigh as he filled her.
“f**k yes,” she groaned and let her head fall back.
“Make that noise again,” he pushed even deeper into her. When she sighed again, he grunted, “that’s the one. Makes my c**k harder.”
“Can’t get harder,” she gasped as he began pounding up into her. When she’d thought she was full, she was evidently, completely, and utterly wrong. Another full inch, maybe three and he was definitely rearranging organs, and it felt sublime.
Sweat dripped from his forehead down his bare chest, and she was desperately trying to pry her legs even
wider to accommodate him. “How f*****g big is your c**k?”
“Nine and a quarter inches. Feels bigger cause you’re so f*****g tiny.” He ducked his head to pull her n****e into his mouth again. “Why the f**k do you taste so good and feel like satin inside and out?”
“Don’t know but I swear if you turn into a ten second wonder, I’m killing you and leaving you here for the ants
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to feast on
She wasn’t sure how long he pounded into her body, but his vigor was astounding and when he dropped to the tiny bench which shouldn’t have held his weight, he was lifting and dropping her on his ck like she was nothing more than a s*x doll, she almost cried at his sheer power.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpered as her head lolled backwards.
“Me too, Ladybird. You protected?” he grunted into hot, stifling air around them.
“Yes. IUD.”
“Too bad. Was going to make you swallow my load after you came.”
“Make me?” she scoffed as he did some weird magic thing with his c**k while using his hands to rotate her hips on him, “f**k,” she wanted to scream from the way the pleasure was building up deep in belly. “Right there. I swear Hawley if you stop, I’ll rip your c**k off and take it with me to finish the job.”
Her orgasm hit and her entire body shuddered in his arms. His throaty laugh at the way his name spilled from her lips while her v****a squeezed his c**k tight was short lived as he reached his own release. He smashed his mouth against hers, kissing her until she was deprived of oxygen while he emptied himself deep inside
her.
His kiss turned from hungry to soft, soothing, almost romantic and he was kissing her in a sensual way she’d not anticipated. She couldn’t help but respond to the gentleness of it and as his arms wound around her protectively, she snuggled into his hard chest and gave into the sensation.
When finally, he pulled his flaccid c**k from her and lifted her to her feet, the crazed buzz which was at one time consuming her, was now dissipating.
“That was hot as f**k,” he said as he used his finger to swipe up the inside of her leg to catch the remnants of their s*x and shoved it back inside her. “I like my come in you. Weird.”
“It is weird,” she batted his hand away. “What the f**k just happened?”
“We f**k good.”
“Me Tarzan. You Jane.” She mocked his words and the way he said them. “I meant how did we end up f*****g?” She was desperately looking for her bikini bottoms. When she saw them under his foot, she bent down to tug it, and he groaned.
“What?”
“Your boobs bounced when you leaned over. It’s sexy.” He appeared surprised by his words, “I never considered you sexy before but damn, turns out, you really are.” He reached his hand out and stroked the outside of her thigh as she hopped into her bikini bottoms. “We are in France and lots of women were on the beach topless. Maybe leave it off?” he questioned as she reached for the bikini top, he was sitting partially
- on.
“Absolutely not. I can’t believe we did this,” she felt overheated, exerted, and humiliated. “I’ve never done this.” “Never done what? f****d? You weren’t a virgin.”
“No. I mean I never f****d a guy I don’t like. Hell, I don’t even hook up. I have a five–date minimum for sex.” “A five–date minimum?” he frowned as she smacked him in the face with his swim shorts. “Why? Like if the
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S**** chemistry is bad, why do you need dates three through five?”
“You sleep with people on the second date?”
“Yes. I mean,” he shrugged as he wiggled his hips, his c**k slapping against his thigh as he did so, and he
didn’t miss the way her eyes darted to it. “You like my cock.”
“The c**k is magnificent,” she nodded as she adjusted her top, “the man it’s attached to, not so much. What are the chances I can use the c**k to get one of those clone–a–willy things done since you destroyed my dildos?”
“Not in a million years. You’d probably suddenly mass produce it and I’d have something else I need to deal with while my PR team reams me up the ass.”
“I hadn’t considered it, but you know, you could make a mint.” She shot a longing look at his swim trunks and
gave a loud sigh of remorse.
“What was that?” he questioned glaring at her suddenly.
“What?”
“That look and then the big sigh as if you have huge regrets.”
“You do realize I hate you, right?” Her words seemed to startle him, and he stepped from her, as far as he
could in the small hut.
“You don’t hate me, Presley. Come on. Especially after what we did.”
“What we just did was a mistake. I’m chalking it up to being on vacation, not getting laid for months and
being emotionally distraught after fighting with my parents.” She looked him over and gave another sigh,”
what a f*****g waste.”
Pushing the door to the hut open, she was aware of the sound of his sandaled feet slapping the pathway as
he chased after her.
“Presley, where are you going?”
“Back to the beach. I need to rinse off.” She waved at her waist. She ignored the sound of his furious hiss of
protest.
“Are you kidding me? Presley, this was the start of something incredible.” He was chasing her now.
She turned, walking backwards away from him, her face contorted in surprise, “you’re kidding right? Something incredible? The only way this would be incredible is if somehow, you were someone else.”
He stumbled, his foot twisting and he gave a yelp of pain, and she noted he’d managed to stub his toe on big
rock. How she missed it walking backwards and he hadn’t, was beyond her, but she noted that it was the opposite foot of the one where the glass cut the top. However, it was clear the rock had sliced his big toe open as blood immediately gushed
“Presley, are you really going to leave me here bleeding?”
“Yup!” she turned and kept walking towards the water. She made the peace sign over her head as she kept walking. By the time she got to the water, her regret was waning as she giggled at the idea of him thinking they were going to start something real. “As if, Cruz Hawley. As if.”
Diving into the water, she let it wash all her irritation away, or at least it’s what she told herself. The niggling
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little feeling at the back of her brain stuck to his words about something incredible felt like the worst kind of leech. Staying under the water as long as she could, she prayed whatever insect was messing with her brain.
drowned.
Her and Cruz Hawley being a couple was never going to happen. Not ever.
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