Page 39 of Fourth Wall

“I’m so fucking horny. I don’t know how or if I can even stop myself.”

“Are you a little cock hungry slut for me, firecracker?”

I was very much grinding on his cock, with only the lace of my thong between us. I didn’t even need foreplay because right now, I dripped down my thighs, and it wasn’t just because I was knee-deep in the ocean.

“I love that anyone can watch as you grind your pretty pink pussy against me.”

“Touch me,” I all but begged him. His one hand held me up so I remained wrapped around his thick waist while the other slipped two fingers inside me. He quickly pushed my delicate underwear out of the way and used his thumb to rub tight circles around my clit as his fingers annihilated my soaking core.

“So slick, so fucking wet for me.”

“I’ve been waiting for you, baby. I need you,” I begged him, arching my head back. He plunged his fingers inside me and began to thrust in and out.

“Tell me, firecracker. Tell me I’m the only person who has ever finger-fucked you in the ocean.” His voice groveled between grunts as his fingers continued to furiously fuck my wet pussy.

“The only one, baby.” My back arched as his hands plunged inside me, adding an extra finger and stretching me until I felt stuffed full and begged him for more.

“Such a needy girl,” he murmured. The waves gave us a gentle rocking motion, forcing his hands to hold me tightly under my thighs.

“Christian, I need you to fuck me.” I stared him right in the eyes as I attempted to maintain an essence of seriousness, but I was desperate.

“Not here, firecracker.” But that didn’t stop the assault on my clit as he kept fingering me. My mouth was immediately on his as I opened my lips, letting his tongue slide in.

In an instant, there was a light shining in our direction.

“Hey. Who’s out there? It isn’t safe in the ocean at night.” We both started laughing like two school kids who had just gotten caught making out under the bleachers.

Christian slipped his hands out of me and started to jog out of the water with me wrapped around him, over to the shore where we had thrown our clothes. He quickly dropped me on the sand, where my hand accidentally brushed up against his thick, throbbing cock.

I feigned a shocked expression, and he laughed, making the quiet night come to life with his sounds.

“You are going to laugh.” We stood soaking wet with sticky sand all over us, and I was naked aside from my crumpled thong that barely held me.

“Why?”

Christian held up our clothes, which were now soaked.

“Noooo.” But I wasn’t mad. I just started to laugh. For a moment, I could see that Christian hesitated to see whether I would be upset, but this would be a core memory for me. The entire night was so unexpected but felt so…freeing and right.

“Throw your shirt on at least, and I'll run us to our car.” My shirt was oversized enough that it probably would have covered me and looked like a mini dress. Christian stuffed himself into his boxer briefs and threw on his wet shirt.

“Hop up, firecracker.” He bent over and light illuminated from my eyes.

“A piggyback ride?”

“Hell yeah.”

“You are ridiculous ba—” I shut my mouth really quickly. He paused for a moment, still hunched over.

“Say it,” he encouraged.

“No.” I was being stubborn. Plus, I was caught up in the moment in the ocean, but right now, I was returning from the high of connecting on a more intimate level.

“Say it.” He straightened and furled his upper lip while crossing the distance between us. I was in my soaking wet shirt, and yet again, time stood completely still.

“What if I don’t want to?” In an instant, with one very strong hand, Christian turned me around and threw my arms down onto the sand so I was bent in half with my ass in his face.

One…two…three andslap.I yelped and jumped,not expecting that to happen, but not complaining that it did.

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