Page 8 of Pucking Vacation

When he finally pulls back slightly to look into my eyes, his gaze is filled with a raw hunger that mirrors my own. I draw him back to me, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us any longer.

He moves his hands to my breasts, pushing my flimsy bikini top aside. The next thing I know, he’s sucking one of my nipples between his lips. I gasp and rest my head back against the smooth rock behind me. He moves to the other sensitive peak, and I’m stunned at how good it feels. I’d never realized I was so sensitive.

Jensen glances up at me with a grin.

“Want me to keep going?” he asks, with a teasing lilt in his voice.

I bite my bottom lip and nod. Chuckling softly, he kisses a trail down my chest and belly and drops to his knees in front of me. I stare down at him as he slides my bikini bottoms down my legs. Instinctively, I press my thighs together. I’ve never been in this situation with a man before, and I can’t quite fight my shyness.

Jensen holds my legs, looks up at me, and growls, “Open them.”

His commanding tone electrifies me and I obey him without hesitation. As I watch a sultry smirk cross his face. “Good girl.”

There is something about the way he commands me that makes me want to bend to his every whim. Like a cosmic connection that has slowly awakened a deeper part of me that has longed to submit to a man. A man like him.

Lowering his head between my legs, he drags his tongue along the edges of my opening before he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard. The sensation is something I have never felt before and as a rush of pleasure cascades across every nerve of my body, I cry out. My fingers tear at the locks of his hair, ensuring that he can’t get away.

“Oh my God!” I exclaim. “Jensen!”

He doesn’t give up. He licks my pussy with wild abandon, his tongue driving me crazy. As one hand grips my hip, pinning me in place, his other moves to my opening, slowly slipping a finger inside me without warning. A shriek escapes my throat as I shove my fist into my mouth to muffle the noise. Jensen is unrelenting as he continues to pump his finger in and out of me while he ravages my clit with ravenous hunger.

“Holy shit!” I gasp. “Jensen, I’m going to cum…”

My words seem to stop him in his tracks as he lifts his head, stealing the pleasure away from me. I gasp. “Jensen, what are you…?”

“Say please,” he says, with an infuriating grin on his gorgeous face.

“Seriously?” I moan. He winks at me and kisses just above my clit, but doesn’t go lower, which makes me whimper, “Please, Jensen. Please make me cum.”

With a satisfied grunt, he goes back to work on my aching core. Fingers pumping, lips sucking, tongue lapping. It’s so good, and I’m so close. I just need a little bit more. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and I beg again, “Jense, please…please let me cum.”

He grins up at me — a look of pure masculine satisfaction — as his fingers continue to work me.

“You want to cum, baby?”

I nod and plead, “Yes, God, yes!”

“All right,” he snarls. “Cum for me.”

The moment I get his permission, my body explodes. My head is thrown back as a guttural scream of ecstasy escapes my lips, my mind slowly praying that the crashing waves are able to drown out the sound of my pleasure. Otherwise, God knows who would find me like this.

He draws my orgasm out until it’s almost unbearable, but before I can say anything, he surges to his feet and cups my ass, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. He presses my back to the side of the rocky bluff as his fingers dig into my skin. The way in which he manhandles me as if I weigh no more than a feather causes my heart to race with anticipation.

“You ready?” he asks with a growl.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly and without hesitation—y mind a racing stream of what ifs, as I realize that in only a moment I won’t be the virgin girl I once was, but a woman that has finally experienced a taste of freedom I have longed for. He pauses and pulls a condom from the pocket of his trunks. I furrow my brow.

“Have you had that the whole time?” I ask.

He grins and shrugs.

“And you thought you were getting lucky?” I tease.

He chuckles. “I wanted to be prepared for any possibility.”

He maneuvers us so that he can put the condom on. Lining his cock up with my entrance, he pushes into me in one swift, hard motion. I bite back my yelp of pain as he unknowingly rips through my virginity. I don’t want him to know, though. I don’t want him to treat me any differently than he would any other one-night stand.

“You feel amazing,” he groans, the delight in his voice making me smile. His head resting on my shoulder, his breaths coming out in heavy pants as he attempts to hold on to the last strings of control.

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