Page 115 of Dare

Don’t you dare stop.

Though, I couldn’t tell if I was warning myself or commanding him. Either way, it didn’t matter, because nothing else mattered right then. And maybe nothing else ever would outside this ocean or beyond this rainforest.

But to make sure, I thrust down on Jeryn’s cock and vented against his mouth, “Was it a mistake?”

He rasped, the response strangled.

I flexed my pussy, seizing around him. “Was it?”

Again Jeryn hissed, the reply getting lost in his throat.

Yearning to dislodge the answer, I rushed my waist into his. The bud of my clit slid against the stem of his erection as I wrapped myself around him, locking him down. Yet this man didn’t seek escape. Instead, he looped one palm over my shoulder and hauled his cock upward, plying my folds with quick jabs.

I shouted, my head tipping back. Then the rest of me tipped back from the onslaught, my fingers fisting the roots of his hair for balance. Anchored, I held on for fate’s sake.

Wave after wave drove across the shore. New stars floated before my eyes, these ones brighter and fiercer.

Bowing backward, I sprinted my hips with Jeryn’s. He braced me, both hands ensnaring my shoulders, the position granting him deeper access. Just so, he threw his waist forward, fucking deftly into me, each pass synching with my plaintive cries.

I clamped onto his length, my muscles contracting around him, the pleasure mounting. Our sodden hips surged into swifter motion, hammering together. My moans scattered across the cove, and Jeryn’s growls escalated into bellows, his baritone losing control along with the rest of him.

I could sink into that sound, plunge into the darkness. Based on the disorder coming from the prince’s mouth, he would plummet with me.

The intimate flesh of my cunt constricted. Pleasure coiled there, the pressure building as this prince fucked me so good, so long, so much. Any moment, I might pass out.

He’d been right. This man knew where the fuck to go.

I clung to him and shouted, my thighs shaking, my hips racing to that precipice. Jeryn met that vigor with his own. He put his entire frame into it, his cock lashing, prying me open, drenching me.

His muscles quaked with the effort, that toned body flexing. The moment his cock pulsated, I straightened and aligned myself with him, unwilling to look away, to miss the sight of him coming.

His features remained fixed on me. And I realized. He was holding back, urging me to climax first.

But no. We would do this as equals.

With a hectic moan, I framed his ass and circled my waist, my pussy cinching his cock in a vise grip. Jeryn understood. Then he whipped into me at a breakneck pace, hitting a rapturous spot, tormenting me at a brutal angle.

As we watched each other, the tension spiraled, spiraled, spiraled. Then we paused. Then we collided. The pleasure unraveled in furious waves, an influx of heat releasing through my blood, from the peak of my clit to my deepest core.

A long suffering cry tore from me. At the same time, Jeryn’s features twisted with agony as he roared. I crushed my open mouth against his, the better to feel the tremors of his mouth, the better to taste his breath as he came.

My pussy convulsed around Jeryn’s cock, which spasmed and released a stream of hot fluid. Our private muscles clenched one another, and our limbs fused, and our doused bodies shook. We came loudly and endlessly and primally.

The aftershocks went on until the rain stopped and the tide ebbed. Only then did I crumple into Jeryn’s arms, boneless and woozy. My lungs and heart struggled to calm down, warm eddies swimming through me.

His own pulse pounded like a fist. With his cock still hard and hot inside me, the prince anchored one arm under my backside and dove his free fingers into my hair, cradling me to him as we fought to calm ourselves.

At last, I lifted my gaze. A pair of black pupils stared back, their gleam intentional.

“Again,” he growled.

My insides somersaulted. Although this wasn’t my first time, I hadn’t been prepared. Divine Seasons, I would never have been prepared for anything like this.

I relished the shape and size of his cock pelting between my folds, his body fitting so well to my own. Tilting my head, I slid a lock of hair behind Jeryn’s ear and repeated, “Was it a mistake?”

Then and now. Was it?

Jeryn tightened his hold on me. Finally, the walls toppled. “No.”

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