Page 16 of Such a Sweet Girl

My muscles quivered, the rough wooden edge of the jetty digging into my legs with every quaking jerk.

Why did he look so good there? And his mouth? Fuck me. I didn’t know that having a man licking there could feel so good. More than good. Like I’d found the meaning of fucking life on the tip of his tongue.

‘Oh, god,’ I moaned, unable to fight the growing sensations any longer.

‘So sweet.’ Alexander’s moans came deep and throaty as his fingers quickened their come hither motion inside me. I lost all control of myself, falling back against the jetty as a blinding pleasure ripped through me, tearing my mind from my body and hurtling it through layers of aching lust. The vibrating hum of his moan added to the intensity until I shuddered and writhed, my thighs slipping against his wet shoulders.

Covering my face, I fought down the swelling moans, acutely aware of how public our rendezvous was.

‘Alexander,’ I crooned as the orgasm waned, my legs growing heavy against his neck. Instead of pausing his assault on my pussy, he licked in increasingly longer, more decadent strokes that had me trembling. ‘I came already.’

‘I know. So let me taste you. To lick you clean.’

Who the hell was this devil with the English accent?

EIGHT

ALEXANDER

The tender skin of her thigh warmed my wet cheek as I watched the way her chest rose in delicate pants.

Madness had come over me. What was I thinking going down on my son’s girlfriend in full view? I couldn’t help it. Any proximity to her rose an inescapable wall of rushing need inside me.

Pushing herself back up to sitting, her cheeks filled with a heated pink.

‘We shouldn’t have done that. Nick was right here!’

Seeing her all flustered only made my already throbbing dick harder. She’d be a pretty picture if she was beneath me, all misty-eyed and pouty lipped. God, what I’d have given to have felt that tight orgasm around my shaft rather than my fingers.

‘Didn’t you enjoy it?’ I licked her taste from my lips as she squinted against the sun.

‘I did.’

‘Then fuck the consequences.’

‘Brave words from a man who’ll be flying back to another country. I spend every summer here.’

My wet shirt clung to me, a fish swimming idly by as I moved forward an inch.

‘Kiss me,’ I demanded. Needing even more of her sunshine.

Francesca’s fingers drifted over my lower lip, hesitation warring with desire. Would she resist?

‘We shouldn’t do this again,’ she breathed.

‘But we will.’ We had to. The summer was short, not a minute to waste. ‘Won’t we?’

‘I’m with Nick...’

‘True. But does he make you feel the way I do?’ I pressed two fingers into her sopping cunt, grinning as she bit down on her lip, her eyes rolling.

‘No-one has made me feel like this... but sex isn’t like this.’

‘You’re right, sweet girl. Sex is even better.’

In the glittering focus of her gaze, I saw the moment she caved. Her craving for more pleasure overrode the questionable morality of the situation.

‘Truly?’ Her fingers traced my jaw, tipping my chin upwards. ‘You promise?’

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