Page 9 of Hot Summer Nights

She leaned forward and took the length of him in her mouth. It didn’t surprise him one bit that Brooklyn lived up to his fantasy. Hell, she was better. Her mouth formed a big O and engulfed him completely, one hand cupping his balls while the other gripped his thigh. He watched, amazed at her technique: lips, tongue, hands—though none of it stirred his lust more than her damn innocent eyes looking up at him.

Channing’s fingers combed through her hair as she started bobbing her head up and down the length of his erection. It wasn’t just need that had him attracted to her. He could have any woman on the island. Brooklyn was somehow different. He wanted to be around her. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to be her friend as much as her lover.

Her finger slipped past his balls and pressed inside his ass, and Channing exploded. He clenched his eyes closed, and with a harsh grunt, thrust inside her mouth, spilling his cum down the back of her throat.

When the waves subsided, Brooklyn pulled him from between her lips and sat back on the bed. “So why are you thinking about me leaving? Are you ready to get rid of me now?”

He opened his eyes, barely able to comprehend what she said. “What?”

She rolled her eyes and tugged her dress over her head. “Are you through with me? We shared a couple of hot rounds of sex, scratched a few fantasies off my list, and now we’re through?”

Channing’s mind swam. “No.”

“Then why are you thinking? Guys never think during sex.”

“I just have a lot on my mind.” He fell back on the bed covering his face with both hands.

“Well, stop thinking about me leaving, and live up my last day with me. We have tonight and tomorrow. My boat doesn’t leave for the main islands until five, and I’m taking a seven o’clock flight out of here.” She straddled his hips and pushed his hands away from his face, pinning them to the bed. “So in short, stop moping around and make me come.”

Channing saw the slight smile on her lips and knew she was right. This was the stranger he’d met yesterday, the one he’d thought about all day, and had pictured sharing a bed with all night.

“Make you come, huh?” He leaned up and kissed her. “I thought I won a dirty request by playing your silly game at dinner. What about that?”

“I’m thinking of revoking it. You talk too much.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

Channing pulled her forward so his mouth was in line with her pussy and gave her a long luxurious lick.

“Nope,” she breathed. “Not at all.”

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