Page 114 of Undisputed Player
She experimented with different pressures, different movements of her tongue, learning what made me gasp, what made me moan.
The waves chose that moment to crash over us again, the cold water rushing over my heated skin at the same time her hot little mouth worked magic on my chest.
The contrast was delicious, pleasure and shock combining to make me arch beneath her.
She pulled back with a soft giggle, the sound vibrating through my chest. "The water's cold."
"I don't give a fuck about the water," I growled, my hands roaming her body with desperate hunger. I needed to touch her, needed to claim every inch of her perfect skin.
She returned her attention to my chest with single-minded focus. She alternated between my nipples, licking and sucking, occasionally grazing with her teeth until I was hissing beneath her.
Each time the waves crashed over us, she'd bite down a little harder, using the shock of cold water as her accomplice in driving me insane.
My hands memorized the feel of her skin beneath my palms. When I reached the tie of her bikini top, I didn't hesitate, pushing the emerald triangles up and over her breasts to expose her to the warm night air.
“The prettiest little tits,” I breathed, watching her in the moonlight. “I love these, princess."
She blushed but didn't try to cover herself, and I felt a surge of possessive pride.
Estelle was getting comfortable with me, learning to trust me with her body, her pleasure. The thought made my chest burn with something that went beyond desire.
She was soaked through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom, her hips moving restlessly against mine. She needed more, needed me to take control and give her what she craved.
“Needy princess," I crooned, hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against my length. "I know what you want.”
She whimpered at the friction, her head falling back as she ground against me. The sight of her above me, hair wild from the salt air, skin glowing in the moonlight, breasts bare and perfect, made my head spin.
I was drunk on her, intoxicated by the way she moved, the way she trusted me to take care of her. This beautiful, innocent woman who'd let me corrupt her, who'd given herself to me.
"Please," she breathed, the word barely audible over the sound of the waves.
I couldn't wait any longer. My hands moved to the strings holding her bikini bottoms together, pulling the fabric aside to reveal her glistening pussy. She was soaked, ready, and the sight made my mouth water.
"Look at you," I murmured, running my fingers through her slick folds. "So wet for me already."
She whimpered at the contact, her hips rolling against my hand as I found her clit, circling the swollen nub with my thumb.
I rubbed soothing circles as I carefully slid two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around me, and she cried out softly.
"That's it," I encouraged, thrusting them in and out of her tight pussy. “My good girl.”
But I needed to be inside her, needed to claim her properly. I freed my cock from my trunks with one hand while the other gathered her hair, keeping it away from the sand.
"Slow," I warned as I positioned her over me, the thick head of my cock pressing against her entrance. "Take your time, princess."
She sank down inch by inch, both of us groaning at the sensation. She was so tight, so hot, so perfect around me that I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then.
The sensation of her hot pussy sucking me in and the cold ocean waves at my back had me rutting up into her, seeking more and more of her perfect warmth.
"Move," I commanded gently when she was fully seated, using my grip on her hair to guide her rhythm. "That's it. Just like that."
She obeyed, rolling her hips in an experimental rhythm that had us both gasping. I used my hold on her hair to control her movements, tugging gently to encourage her when she found the angle that made her moan.
My free hand moved from her hip to between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing quick, tight circles around the sensitive nub. She cried out, her rhythm faltering as pleasure overtook her.
I was in heaven. Sweet, blissful heaven. She continued rocking on my cock, and I thrusted up to meet her movements, creating the sweetest wave of pleasure beneath the moonlight.
"Come for me," I breathed when I felt her clenching, increasing the pressure while using my grip on her hair to pull her down harder onto my cock. "Let me feel you fall apart, princess."
