Page 24 of Fake Coral and Keys

I look down at the water where his dick bobs out. Heat builds in me at the sight of his hard length. I bite my lower lip, thinking about his salty taste and how he feels in my mouth. A breath rushes out of me when the desire to see him touching his hard dick overwhelms me. “Stroke yourself.”

Blake’s eyes dart up to mine, then back to his hand between my legs. He grips his dick with his free hand, moving up and down the length. My belly clenches at the sight of him stroking himself, and I can feel myself tighten around his fingers. His dark eyes move over my body and up to my eyes.

I feel wild, frantic. I want more. Need more.

“Lick me,” I whisper, releasing his wrist and sliding my hand up so that I’m cupping both my breasts through the material of the bathing suit.

His mouth opens slightly. He grips his dick tightly at the head, then continues his slow strokes. “You’re fucking gorgeous like this,” he grinds out, leaning forward and pressing his lips to my folds. He angles his hand down, allowing his fingers to move deeper. His hot, wet tongue slides through my folds and circles my clit. I grip his hair as I rock against him. He flicks my clit with maddeningly light licks until I’m nearly screaming with a mixture of desire and the intense need to come.

Blake leans back suddenly, sliding his fingers out of me. A low growl escapes me at the empty feeling where I’m throbbing between my legs. Water splashes as he stands abruptly, pulling me to him, his fingers digging into my thighs. The material of my bathing suit top becomes instantly wet from the water cascading down his body. I gasp at his roughness and the way his fingers dig into my skin like he’s trying to pry me apart. He steps from the bath and in one quick movement, pulls me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. His mouth crashes against mine greedily. I taste the saltiness of me on his tongue and the musky maleness that is him as his tongue delves deep into my mouth.

Blake carries me back into the room, barely stopping to close the glass doors behind him, and lays me on the bed. I unwrap my legs and let him step away. He’s so gorgeous that it leaves me breathless. Before I can sit up and run my greedy hands over his glorious chest and those delicious tattoos, he drops to his knees and begins to devour me, his mouth a scorching heat against me, his tongue dipping between my folds and circling my clit before sucking it in.

I weave my fingers into his thick hair. “Oh, yes, please,” I cry. My voice doesn’t even sound like mine. It’s throaty anddesperate. He sucks again, and my muscles seize. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”

Blake releases a groan that vibrates against my core. The stubble on his chin scrapes my thighs, creating a scratching pain that mixes with the building pleasure. He takes me into his mouth, lightly sucking and flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, and the world explodes into a million bright stars.

Before I can catch my breath, Blake is up, holding my shoulder with one hand to keep me in place and guiding his dick to my wet opening. My head tilts back again, and I close my eyes, absorbing a new wave of pleasure. We both moan at the intensity of him sliding between my folds, my entire body jerking as he slips over my too-sensitive clit.

“Open your eyes,” Blake says, leaning forward to kiss my open mouth. “I want you to watch me fucking you.”

My eyes flutter open. His dark eyes look nearly black in the dim light, so full of hunger it takes my breath away. Blake’s fingers grip my shoulder almost painfully as he positions himself at my opening.

“Breathe out,” he growls.

I release the breath I’d been holding. Using my shoulder to anchor himself, Blake slams forward, filling me completely. I scream out at the sudden hardness of him inside me. My bodystretches for him as he seats himself deeply, a shiver of pain rippling through me, mixed with the erotic pinch of being too full too fast blending together with the ecstasy of feeling him inside me.

“Fuck,” he growls out against my mouth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

My answer is a breathy moan. I tilt upward, wanting him to move and fill this ache inside me.

His eyes squeeze shut for a moment, cursing quietly. He pulls out and again digs his fingers into the flesh at my collarbone, his other hand now gripping my thigh, then drives forward. I let out another cry, still shocked at how deep he’s moving into me. He repeats the movement, until he’s slamming forward again and again with quick brutal thrusts, our bodies crashing together with obscene wet sounds.

One hand is at my throat now, his fingers digging into my pulse, then releasing until he’s squeezing my throat in the same rhythm he’s fucking me. “Come when I tell you,” he grinds out, his eyes never leaving mine.

I barely hear his words. Every nerve ending feels exposed, my head light, but overflowing with too many sensations. I’m faintly aware of the creaking of the bed, the hum of the fan overhead, and his heavy breathing above me. How myhands have gripped the edge of the bed, and I’m using it to meet his hard thrusts. When he angles his hips so that his thrusts hit up toward my belly, new sensations flood my body.

I don’t know if I can hold on much longer. “I’m going to come,” I gasp between thrusts.

Blake leans forward, his entire body curving over me to keep the angle he’s fucking me, and his tongue delves into my mouth. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“I’m so close,” I breathe out. It’s too much.

He slides his hand from my thigh to my belly and glides his thumb over my clit. Electric bolts of pleasure shoot through me. “Come now, sweet girl.”

Releasing the grip on the bed, I dig my fingers into his forearms, trying to hold on. Each glide of his thumb and thrust into me, each squeeze at my throat builds up higher and higher until that tight coiling in my body releases. A wave of blinding pleasure pulls me under, nearly drowning me. He keeps up the pace until my vision clears.

“Such a good girl,” Blake grates out, but I can barely hear him. He pumps one, two, three more times, then his entire body clenches, every muscle in his chest and arms tightening.He buries his face in my neck as he releases a throaty groan in my ear. His thrusts slow, his heavy breaths finally even out.

I let go of his arms, still panting, and my legs fall away loose.

“Fuck,” he hisses into the skin at my neck, “I forgot how amazing you feel.”

I laugh.Fuck is right.I close my eyes, still trying to catch my breath. I feel his dick still semi-hard throb inside me.

“Shit,” he whispers. A cold blast of air hits me as he stands upright.

There’s a strange twist to the word that makes me open my eyes. “What?”

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