Page 11 of Mr. Arrogant

“Where are we going?” Sofie asked.

Her hand came to rest along the ridges of his abdomen. He didn’t think it was possible, but his cock grew even harder.

“Over there.” He jerked his head toward a cluster of trees that were located along the beach. If she fussed, then he would drag her to his or her bungalow. She didn’t offer any complaint, so he guided them over toward the trees. They broke away from the wooden path, his feet sinking into the thick white sand.

Sofie screeched, almost tumbling over at the same time.

“Where you think you’re going?” He caught her hand and entwined their fingers together.

“Wherever you are taking me.” She chuckled.

Her laugh sent a warmth rush of desire through him. It was husky and it always did something to him.

“But it looks like the sand wasn’t having it,” she said.

“Oh, nothing is keeping you from me,” he practically growled.

He towed her behind him, leading the way. They weren’t that far away from the resort nor the walkway that led to the bungalows. The high moon provided them low light. They passed the first tree, but he wanted them a little deeper but still close enough to the beach.

Jaxon pulled Sofie in front of him, backing her up against a stout tree. Her eyes were wide and locked on to him. He lowered his head, taking her lips in a deep kiss. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. Her mouth opened, and he slipped his tongue inside. He rested his hand on the tree beside her head. He tilted his, deepening the kiss.

He had waited so long to get his hands on this woman, he wasn’t going to waste time. He captured her moans while stroking her tongue with his. Her hands slid along his chest and down the ridges of his abdomen. He faithfully worked out to keep his body in top shape. The sighs and moans that slipped from Sofie as she traced every notch in his abdomen made him thankful he hadn’t slacked.

He knew what he looked like. The amount of women fawning over him used to stroke his ego, but for some strange reason, the only woman he cared to know what she thought of him was Sofie.

Jaxon broke the kiss, breathing hard. His cock strained at his shorts, demanding to be released from his swim trunks. Sofie leaned back on the tree, not saying a word when he lifted her small purse and tossed it on the ground. Her pink cover dress was the next thing to join her purse. He closed the gap, resting his hands on her waist.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, eyeing her.

Sofie’s body was made for loving. Her small white bikini barely covered her mounds. He brushed her lips with his again.There was no time for much foreplay. That would be later. Giving her an orgasm while in the midst of a crowded dance floor was enough to have him teetering on the edge of his own release.

“Take me out of my shorts, Sofie.”

She arched an eyebrow but didn’t say a word. He moved his hands and placed them back on the tree. If he continued touching her supple skin, he couldn’t promise to be a gentlemen. He’d throw her down on the sand and have his way with her.

He gripped the tree tight at the feeling of her soft hands sliding down his stomach. His abdomen trembled under her touch. She took her sweet precious time tracing the ridges of his muscles. He watched her hands come to his waistband. She pulled it away from his stomach and reached inside. Her small hands encircled his length.

“Oh my,” she breathed.

She teased him, running her hand along his shaft once he was free from his shorts. The cool breeze blew, but it did nothing for him. His skin was warm with sweat forming on his brow.

“Jesus, how the hell are you walking with this thing like this?” she said.

“It’s your fault.” He sucked in air from the sweet torture of those small hands of hers running along him. They were smooth, void of any calluses. Her languid strokes were driving him close to insane. “I told you that you were going to pay.”

“Really?” Her voice was low and husky.

From the look on her face, Sofie knew exactly what she was doing to him. Her fingers closed around the meaty head of his cock. She brushed away the drop of precum oozing from him. He bit back a curse and held off the thrust his hips wanted to make. Her hands slowly continued their perusal of him. If she carried on what she was doing, he’d been releasing in her hands, and that wasn’t going to happen.

“Oh, yeah,” he bit out through clenched teeth. He reached out with one hand and brushed her lip with his thumb. “On your knees, Sofie. I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Her eyes widened while her lips dropped open slightly. She didn’t argue with him or put up a fuss. She wanted it just as much as he did. He growled watching her kneel in front of him. Sofie stroked him with her hand, guiding the tip of him to her lips. Jaxon spread his legs wide, holding on to the tree. He was afraid of what he’d do if he gripped her head.

Her mouth welcomed him, eliciting a groan to spill from his lips. Her mouth was warm and inviting. She pulled him in as far as she could take it, her hands wrapped around the rest of him. Her head bopped up and down, and she worked her magic with her hands.

Unable to resist, Jaxon cupped the back of her head with one hand and encouraged her to take him deeper. His hips thrust forward lightly. Jaxon didn’t want to hurt Sofie, but her lips felt so good wrapped around his dick. The woman was a goddess, bringing him immense amounts of pleasure.

“Sofie, Sofie, Sofie,” he murmured.

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