Page 36 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

My fingers slip inside her, my thumb pressing against her engorged clit. She gasps, her head slamming against the lounger.

I lean in, licking the shell of her ear. “Let me show you how good I treat my belongings.”

I dip down, my mouth replacing my thumb on her clit, sucking to the rhythm of my fingers pumping inside her. A gush of liquid coats my hand, her walls clenching around me.

Fingers dive into my hair, twisting around my strands and sending a shiver down my spine. My cock throbs, and I pull back.

She grips my hair tighter. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please.”

“I want you to come on my dick, not my face.” I sit back, the clang of my belt buckle ringing through the silence. The heaviness of her stare makes me dizzy, and my stomach clenches with want.

I push my pants and boxers down in one motion, my cock bobbing free, stiff as hell and leaking at the promise of sinking inside her.

Her legs wrap around my hips. I line myself up and slide into her pussy, my eyes rolling at the feeling.

She moans, lifting her pelvis to drag me in further. Heat rises in my chest and tightens my throat. How the hell does she feel this good?

My hips pull back. Her body follows mine like she can’t bear the thought of us not touching. I thrust back in, working up a rhythm. Her fingernails dig into my skin and tingles prickle from the sting.

“Tell me how good it feels,” I demand.

“So–so good. I need—”

“I know what you need, baby girl.”

My hand slides along her torso, between her breasts, past her collarbone and around the back of her head, gripping her curls in my hand and pulling, hard.

She moans, her back arching and pussy quivering around me. My chest rubs against hers as I move, frissons of electricity lancing through my veins.

“Whose pussy is this?” I growl.

Her eyes snap to mine, a glint passing through them. My fingers tighten in her hair, my other hand angling her hips so I can drive in deeper.

She shakes her head and my hand moves to grip her jaw tight. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she gasps.

My balls tighten, lightning scorching through me, but I hold off, wanting to feel her come undone around me before I let go. I plunge back inside, seating my cock as deep as it will go, our hips flush. I grind against her, giving her clit the friction I know she craves. I pull back and glance down at my cock, soaked from her pussy and pulsing with the need to come.

“Oh, fuck, Eli, do that again.” Her hands reach down and grasp my ass, urging me into her and rubbing against my groin, getting herself off on my dick.

Fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Her body tenses, legs tightening and breaths wavering. I tug on her hair again, baring her neck as her body conforms to my pull.

I lean down, whispering in her ear. “Give it to me, Rebecca.”

She does.

She screams, the sound harsh against the calm of the sea. Her pussy tightens around me, and the intensity of her orgasm makes me lose the hold on my control. My balls draw up and my cock lengthens. I speed up my thrusts, drawing out her orgasm and chasing my own.

Heat coils low in my gut, spiraling up and bursting through me. I pull out and stroke myself, groaning deep as I paint her body with my pleasure.

She takes a finger and drags it through the mess, sucking my cum into her mouth. I’m panting above her, my dick still in my hand, stars dotting my vision as I stare.

Christ.

She’s perfect.

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