Page 21 of Fractured

“Ready?” The way he said that, I was ready for anything.

“Ready.”

Then so, so slowly, he started to unbutton his shirt. His green eyes were absolutely mesmerizing in the sinking light of the late afternoon sun. They were more emerald today, with little gray flecks around the edges. And they watched me as he pulled off his shirt to reveal a smooth chest with only one black tribal tattoo covering one peck. I wanted to lick it and run my hands over the hard ridges of his abs.

Once his hands got to his pants, I was nearly panting and still fully dressed. Then his pants were gone, and he stood in tight black briefs as he seemed to wait for my next move.

Not losing eye contact, I unzipped my jeans and shoved them, with my panties, down to my ankles. He dipped his gaze to take me in as I tugged my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra with much less finesse than he’d used.

His cock swelled in his briefs as his gaze roved over my naked body. I wasn’t a bombshell or a skinny model type. I had a few extra pounds in the right places and decent bust and ass. But under his gaze, I was a goddess.

“Wow.” He gulped, then pushed his underwear down. His red, turgid cock bobbed when he stood back up.

“Wow,” I breathed as I made love to his perfect body with my gaze.

He cleared his throat. “As much as I want sex, I promised fun.” Then he was picking me up and carrying me over his shoulder deeper into the water.

Screaming, I kicked my feet. “Don’t you dare drop me in the water!”

Skinny dipping was his idea of fun? Really?

He didn’t drop me. Kenzo walked out until the water was almost chest high and threw me toward the oncoming wave. I shrieked and flailed as I hit the water and sunk under. The brine went up my nose until I blew out and found my feet.

“Shit!” I screamed and laughed, splashing him as hard as I could.

“Are you having fun yet?” He scooped me back up in his arms, and we were pressed chest to chest as he spun around in the waves and kissed me hard.

The kiss was everything, and I greedily took as much as he was willing to give. Winding my legs around his waist, I clutched him so tight, he was fused to me for as long as I could hold him. There were no complaints from him as he gripped my ass and ground me against his hot, steel erection.

Yes.Yes, yes, yes. This was what I wanted. The fun I needed.

Ripping my mouth away, I gasped for breath. “Fuck me. No strings. No commitments. Just fuck me.”

“Argh.” Kenzo dropped his head to the crook of my neck as one hand dipped down to my pussy to rub along the seam before circling the sweet spot. “How am I supposed to turn that down?”

“You don’t.” I slammed my mouth down on his and sucked on his tongue, pulling a deep groan from his throat.

He walked us back to the shore and set me down on his discarded shirt. Spread out beneath him, I reached for his shoulders to pull him down to me, but he moved to his slacks.

Confused, I pushed myself up to my elbows, but dropped back once he pulled a foil packet out of his wallet.

Rolling it on, he wedged his hips between my legs and froze, staring down at me with something like awe and apprehension.

“What are you waiting for?” I grabbed his waist and tugged him into me so his cock rubbed against my pussy.

Lowering himself, he laid kisses from my navel up to my breasts, paying extra special attention to my nipples. As he sucked on one, it popped when he released it, the bud rosy and wet. A quiet moan spilled from my lips as my toes curled and my core pulsed.

Combing my fingers through his hair until I reached the base of his skull, I gripped his hair tight. “No more. Inside me. Now.”

I was nearly mindless with the pleasure of his touch and the thrill of being in public. It didn’t matter there was no one at the pier. Someone could walk up and see everything we were doing. They could be watching now, getting off as we got off. And that turned me on even more.

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned, lining his cock up with my entrance, then thrust inside.

My head hit the sand, and I locked my ankles around his back, forcing his pace to go faster. I wanted our lovemaking to be like my life—out of fucking control.

His moans in my ear ratcheted the heat in my core until it was almost unbearable. With one forearm beside my head and one hand clamped on my hip, he pistoned inside me so fast, I quickly fell over into the abyss of sweet release. I pulsed so hard around him, and his movements became jolted until he planted himself inside me, letting loose one last low moan.

Shivering at the intense sexual gratification of the sound, I hugged him tight. I wasn’t ready to let go just yet. But I would have to soon. Otherwise, it would be a complete contradiction to my earlier declaration. And the last thing I wanted to do was lead him on when nothing serious could happen between us.

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