Page 52 of Beauty and the Boss Man

My arms clench around Aiden’s neck as he continues to rub my g-spot while his thumb plays with my clit.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as he ramps me up. Every nerve in my body is screaming to life. Pleasure runs through my veins like wildfire flows through a forest.

But just when I’m about to chase my orgasm over the edge into a state of euphoria, he stops and pulls his hand out.

Licking my juices off his fingers, he says, “It’s not nice to tease—is it?”

“Please,” I moan.

Usually, I’d never beg, but damn, my clit is pulsing, and I need to come.

“Please, what?” He asks.

“Please make me come.”

“Stand up,” he commands.

I start to pout until I see what he’s got in mind. He unzips his jeans and pulls out his thick cock. He pulls the denim down just enough to expose his manhood but nothing else.

He reaches for my hand and leads me back to him, positioning me so I’m facing away from him and looking out over the waves.

I feel his fingers on my hips as they lower me onto him. I’m already so wet that he slides into me with ease.

I gasp as he fills and stretches me in the best way imaginable.

Once he’s fully inside, we are still for a moment before he commands, “Ride me, baby. Do what makes you feel good.”

I start slow—at first grinding on him before beginning to bounce up and down. I lay my hands on his thighs to give me more leverage.

It feels incredible, but I’ll admit that I’m not exactly in the best dick-riding shape. So, soon my legs start to get tired.

But Aiden comes to the rescue.

He leans up so that he’s sitting upright. One of his hands slips under my cotton dress and works its way to where our bodies are joined. I spread my legs wider, giving him complete access.

His fingers zone in on my clit and start to work their magic. He uses his other hand to grab my hip and continue to move me up and down.

He starts talking to me in a low tone. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like looking down there at the beach and knowing that at any moment, someone could look up here and see me fucking you? They could see me buried in your pussy.”

Realistically, I know we are probably too high up for anyone to really be able to tell what we are doing, but the thought of someone watching us turns me on even more.

And Aiden talking dirty about it? Good lord, my vagina is like a dang waterfall it’s so turned on.

“Look at you, sweetheart. You fucking love it,” he says.

I moan as we both start to increase our tempos.

“Come for me,” he commands, applying more pressure to my clit. “Let all those people watch what I do to you.”

The combination of his fingers and filthy mouth is enough to send me flying over the edge. My whole body starts to shake as the waves of my orgasm crash over me like the waves of the ocean down below.

I start to cry out, but Aiden’s hand covers my mouth.

“Sorry, sweetheart. No one besides me gets to hear that,” he growls.

I ride out my orgasm for what feels like forever, and when my body finally calms, he commands, “Come on, let’s go back inside.”

I stand up, and he slides out of me. Missing that full feeling already, I hurry back inside the room. Before I can lie on the bed, he stops me. He is instead positioning me, so I’m on my hands and knees. Leaning forward, I follow the rule, ‘face down, ass up,’ which gives him the perfect view of my big butt.

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