Page 51 of Sinners Retreat

There’s nothing rational about any of this.

Maybe one more distraction won’t be such a bad thing. I’ll buckle down and focus after that.

I lick my lips and say something I hope I won’t come to regret. “Listen, I don’t want to do this in public, but behind closed doors...”

Before I know what’s happening, he’s scooped me into his arms. Like a crazed juicer prepping for an intense competition, he begins jogging down the beach toward the villas.

Chapter Eighteen

Kindra

He demands I undress as soon as the villa door closes behind us, and I’m happy to obey. I yank off my shirt, and my shorts and panties come off next. My clothes are pretty much melting off me at this point. His clothes don’t hold up much better, and we’re both butt-ass naked in less than thirty seconds.

His hands slide down my body, hanging up on every roll before passing lower. He grips my ass and digs into my flesh as he pulls me into him and picks me up again. I’ve never felt small in someone’s arms, and as a big girl, I never thought I would, but he holds me up without a breath of difficulty as he beats back my insecurities.

He steps forward until my back meets the wall, then pins my hands above my head, keeping me in place as he kisses me. Honestly, if he dropped me right now, I wouldn’t even be mad.

His mouth eases away from mine. “Relax, love. You won’t fall. I’m not going to drop you. Just get ready to hang on to whatever you can grab.”

I can’t even react before he lowers me onto his cock. A feral sound leaves both our lips, as if our bodies were equally desperate for each other.

Ezra drops my hands, and I drape them over his shoulders. My fingers interlace behind his neck. He lifts and lowers me until my eyes are crossed, and I no longer care if he drops me. If I die, I die.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I say through a moan.

“Doing what, love?”

“Fuck me like it’s the last time,” I whisper.

“It won’t be. But I’ll still fuck you like I’ll never see you again,” he growls.

How can his words hammer my clit like this? I’m already close to coming, but then I get an idea.

“If I’ll never see you again, can we play out a little kink of mine?” I ask.

Ezra stops bouncing me on his dick. “Does it involve the Priest-Exorciser Five Thousand?”

Heat flushes my cheeks as humiliating core memories are unlocked. The vibration. The priest. While I’m lost in the throes of my own embarrassment, I figure it can’t hurt to pile on more.

I’ve never shared this kink with anyone else. It’s strange, to say the least, so I’ve only indulged solo while fantasizing about a second party. While I’m sure Ezra will make jokes about it at some point, it’s a small price to pay to bring my fantasy to life.

“I want you to take a bath with me,” I blurt before I can change my mind.

He lowers my feet to the floor. “That’s tame compared to what we’ve already done.”

“I’m not finished.” I take a deep breath. “I want you to wash me up.”

“Oh, I’m loving where this is?—”

“And then I want you to drown me.”

He blinks and looks down at me. “Pardon me, I think I misheard you. I thought you said you want me to drown you.” He chuckles awkwardly because we both know that’s what I said.

“Don’t kink shame me, Ezra. I didn’t say shit when you wanted to truss me up like a goddamn Christmas goose.”

“Okay, fair, but how does one figure out they want to be drowned? Is it by accident, or...?”

“If you must know, I masturbated a lot as a teenager. We didn’t have one of those fancy shower heads you could pull down and press between your legs until you collapse, so I had to settle for the tub’s faucet.”

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