Page 66 of Bought and Broken

“Oh my god…” Without thinking, I hurry up the stairs.

The view is gorgeous, and if you look straight out, you almost can’t see the beach beneath and it looks like you’re surrounded by water.

Arms come around my waist, and Tate rests his head against mine.

“Another bubble,” I say.

“Another bubble,” he confirms, hugging me tighter.

After checking out the rest of the suite, which is stunning, we go to the bedroom to change into our swimsuits so we can walk along the beach. The bedroom is off the loft, with a king-sized bed, bathroom with a hot tub, and, of course, an amazing view of the ocean.

“Let me help you with this,” Tate whispers, his hands covering mine as I lift my shirt.

I smile as he pulls it off, tossing it away. His body is behind mine, his bare chest warm against my back. He slides his hands up my stomach, resting over my breasts and brushing his thumbs over my nipples.

“I love these,” he says, kissing my shoulder.

I rest my head back and his mouth finds my neck.

“I thought we were going to the beach,” I say, my words breathy.

“We will.”

He hooks his fingers into my leggings and shoves them down, kneeling as he goes.

He kisses my hip, then my ass cheek.

“One day I’m going to take this,” he says, gripping my butt and squeezing.

I look at him over my shoulder and smile. He nips at my skin, causing me to giggle. With his hands on my hips, he spins me so his face is at my belly button. I still have my thong on, so I’m not bare to him, but it sure feels like it.

Tate stares up at me, lips parted. There’s something in his eyes right this very moment that has my heart fluttering. I run my hand through his hair, wanting to say a million things, but feeling like no words will get across what I want to express to him. He’s so gorgeous, and something about him being on his knees for me… I feel like it says a lot.

“Ride my face.”

I huff out a laugh. “What?”

He grins. “Ride. My. Face.”

He lies down on his back, tugging on my panties. “Get this off and sit on my face. Right now, Devon.”

My god, he’s sexy.

I get out of my panties and toss them away, then get on my knees over his face. I move slowly, unsure of where exactly I should be, but he grips my thighs and tugs me to him before I can figure out where to go. His mouth is on me, and I pray to anyone listening that I last longer than I did the last time. With his hands on my ass, he urges me back and forth, making me ride his face. It’s awkward at first, because I feel like I’m going to suffocate him. But when he moans, every care of him dying is out the window. He’s enjoying himself. This gives me confidence, and I control my movements, making him lick exactly where I want him to. And when I get too close, I pull away to give myself a second to breathe.

“Are you trying to tease me or yourself?” he growls from beneath me, forcing me into a position where he can suck on my clit. My nails dig into his arms.

“N-neither,” I say.

“Then let me make you come already.”

I smile to myself as he forces my hips forward, knowing where he needs to be to send me over the edge. I convulse above him, my moans loud.

Tate slides out from beneath me and gets to his feet. The outline of his hard cock is thick through his pants. He undoes the button, then the zipper.

“Can I… you know?” I ask.

Tate shakes his head. “Not right now.” He takes his pants off, kicking them away, then gets to his knees, grasping my chin between his finger and thumb. “Right now, I want to fuck you hard and fast. If you want to suck my cock later, you can.”

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