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“No panties?” he asks with a chuckle in his voice.

“I wanted it to be easy.”

My fingers slide through my wet folds before dipping inside my pussy.

“I’m so wet for you. I can’t wait to feel you stretch me wide open.”

Xavier looks at me before looking at my hand. “Fuck. I’m already hard again.”

I finger fuck my pussy, imagining it’s Xavier pleasing me. Letting out a moan, I say, “God, I need you right now.”

The car swerves to the side before coming to a stop. I look around while my fingers are still inside my dripping pussy.

In a blink of an eye, Xavier is out of the car and walking to my door.

No. He wouldn’t fuck me on the side of the road, would he?

He opens my door, pulls me out of the car, and bends me over the hood of the car before shoving his rock hard dick inside me.

Grabbing my fingers that were shoved into my pussy, he guides them to his face. Inhaling my scent, he growls and sucks my juices off my fingers.

“You taste so fucking delicious, Princess.”

He pounds into my pussy like a starving man, bringing me to the edge of oblivion and back.

His grip on my hips tightens to near bruising as he delivers blow after sweet blow to my pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream as the edges of my vision turn hazy and my orgasm slams through me.

All tension flees my body as pleasure quakes through me.

I barely register the growl that rips from Xavier’s throat as he comes.

We stay locked together for several moments as our breathing slowly returns to normal.

Fuck. How am I ever going to go back to mediocre sex when I’ve tasted mind-blowing sex like this?

Instead of parking at the hotel, like I expected, Xavier drives down the strip to a remote end of the beach.

“What are we doing here?” I ask in a whisper.

He lets out a soft laugh. “Your birthday wish was to go somewhere public and have sex. What’s more public around here than the beach?”

I scrunch up my face. “But the sand.”

He gets out and walks around the car to open my door. “There are places to have sex that don’t involve laying on the sand.”

“Where is there no sand at the beach? And don’t say the bathrooms, because I might hit you.”

Leaning his head back, he lets out a howl of laughter. “Come on, Princess. Let’s make all your dreams come true.”

“Fine, but I better not get sand in any of my holes, or tonight is going to be very lonely for you.”

He chuckles and leads me to the stairs that lead down to the beach.

There aren’t many people out and about, so we might not get caught and arrested for indecent exposure or lewd acts.

“A lifeguard stand?” I ask as I see one in the distance.

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