Page 71 of Captured

Very slowly he lowered his head the remaining two inches, lightly pressing his lips against mine. I was already used to his forcefulness, a take what he wanted kind of man. So this guy, this tender acting person was someone I didn’t recognize. I was terrified for a few seconds that this was some dangerous ploy. But as he gently opened my mouth, barely darting his tongue inside, I was swept away by the taste of him as well as the entire setting.

Crazy was the word to use for the moment, for the man and for the odd thoughts rumbling in the back of my mind. As the kiss became more intimate, the passion erupting between us, I wrapped my legs all the way around him, enjoying the feel of his thick, pulsing cock pressing against my stomach.

The desire was as overwhelming as it was strange, but I couldn’t seem to find the willpower to push him away. That was the moment the intimate actions seemed to take on a life of their own. I was thrown by the tingling sensations that exploded into red-hot heat, the kind that would likely sear every inch of my skin.

I couldn’t breathe and God help me, I didn’t want to think. If I did, then I’d be forced to chastise myself for enjoying the moment.

And the man.

He swept his tongue back and forth inside my mouth, forever dominating but allowing me to engage in the moment as well. I was stunned by the intensity of our connection, the longing that only seemed to grow stronger with every passing second.

As he walked toward the shore, I was blanketed by another feeling of warmth, the rush of need in my throbbing pussy much stronger than it had been before. I tugged on his hair as he fisted mine, the hold we had on each other unforgettable. I blocked out all the negative thoughts, refusing to give into my fears.

Or reality for that matter.

I had plenty of time to do that.

He eased down onto his knees, taking me with him. When he laid me on the sand, breaking the kiss, I gasped for air. The sun was blinding but it couldn’t block out the hulking dreamboat positioned over me. He licked around my mouth before growling then biting my chin. When he slid his hands under my bikini top, untying it with ease, I didn’t try to stop him.

A part of me wanted to say why bother. The other, the one that both embarrassed and titillated me, knew this was what I wanted.

He tossed the unwanted material away, his chest rising and falling as he allowed a very explosive gaze to fall down the length of my breasts. As he was peering down, I was allowed a better look at the man, his swim trunks the same blue as the shirt he’d been wearing. In the glorious afternoon sun, I realized his skin was bronzed from the kiss of sunlight.

Yes, even with the scars encompassing so much of his body, he was without a doubt the most gorgeous man I’d seen. I could swear there wasn’t an inch of fat on him.

He leaned over, taking one nipple into his mouth, pinching the other with his fingers.

The little voice inside my head told me I couldn’t want this.

Another part, the bad girl he kept talking about, whispered in my other ear this was exactly what I wanted and then some. The dichotomy was ridiculous and unnerving, but I couldn’t stop quivering, the deep desire burning in my core.

I issued a series of whimpers as he twisted my aching bud, every sound adding to the wild moment in the sand.

He shifted his hot lips to my other breast, licking under the fullness, sucking on the bruised nipple he’d just tormented.

And I loved it, so much so I arched my back, closing my eyes and writhing in the sand. He was more passionate than I’d wanted to give him credit for, his touch masterful. He took his time, his heated gaze traveling to my face every so often.

Just noticing his eyes were twinkling was breathtaking. There were still butterflies in my stomach, more than a significant amount of worry but this was a way of letting go, something I hadn’t been allowed my entire life. He’d known exactly what I’d needed, including coming to the beach.

He nipped my nipple then dragged his tongue all the way down my stomach, using his teeth to tug on the material of my swim bottoms. I found myself laughing where I’d wanted to cry before, pretending as if I was going to fight him.

As the salty water streamed over our legs with every passing roll of the tide, he pressed his hand down on my stomach, finally using his hand to free me of the bikini entirely.

Oh, this was so indulgent, so much so a rush of embarrassment tore through me. As if there was anyone around to see our foray into forbidden sin. Still, I planted my hand across my face, only fanning my fingers when he lifted my legs, bending them at the knee. I had to see what he was doing, although I knew exactly what his plans were.

Feasting on my pussy all over again. I was so wet already that I couldn’t imagine it would take very long to climax. If I told anyone, admitting I wanted this sinful moment to last, they would and should lock me away in an asylum. Where had the good girl gone wrong, allowing the bad girl out to play?

I certainly wasn’t going to find that answer right now. While I sucked in my breath, keeping my hand in position, he laughed in his deep voice before lifting my pelvis off the sand. Every action he took was gentler than before, including the way he breathed three incredible swaths of hot air across my pussy.

When he swirled his tongue around my clit, it was almost all I could do to hold back the orgasm. I was still sensitive from the morning fuck, goosebumps popping along my arms and legs from the sensational vibrations dancing down my spine.

“Oh. My. God.” The word escaped my mouth the second he thrust several fingers into my tight channel. The moment my muscles clamped down, I jerked up from the sand, blinded once again by the burning sunlight.

This was delicious and taboo, but perhaps the most enjoyable experience I’d had in… maybe my entire life. I knew that was nuts but so be it.

He shook his head back and forth, savoring every drop of the juice already trickling down the insides of both legs. My mind continued to spin, my eyes becoming foggy.

Yet he was taking his time, feasting as if I was lunch on a silver platter.

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