Page 37 of Paradise

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My body throbs with desire for the rest of the evening, and from the way Carson keeps looking at me, I know his is doing the same. Although last year I was in a similar situation with the guys when I had sex with Levi, this time was completely different. This time, I’m in love with my stepbrother, and I’ve grown to see Hayden and Levi as my brothers as well, giving it that extra special feeling ofwrongthat I love so much.

We wobble off the yacht deep into the night, not only because of our sea legs, but because we’re all shitfaced. It’s a miracle Hayden is still standing, since he’s been gulping down liquor straight from the bottle since our little sexcapade. I’m positive he’s trying to wipe the image of my pussy from his mind.

Levi hasn’t looked at me for longer than two seconds, averting his gaze quickly when I catch his eyes on me, like when Carson and I first got together. He’s seeing me sexualized again, when he’s worked so hard to wipe that part of our relationship from his mind. I almost feel bad, but I’m not sober enough.

The feeling of Carson’s cum dripping from my pussy keeps giving me flashing images of what we did on the boat. How his dick was hard as steel because his friends were watching him claim me, how roughly he grabbed my jaw when he saw me look at them.

A shiver runs down my spine, and I visibly shudder.

Carson’s hand slides around the back of my neck. “You good?”

I flick my gaze to him, and through the darkness of night, I see that through the fog of intoxication, he’s still heated.

I gulp down the saliva in my mouth, then wipe my hair from my forehead. “I’m okay.”

His fingers play with my hair as we walk, and I keep my eyes forward until I’m forced to face Hayden and Levi to say goodnight just outside our hotel room doors.

“See you tomorrow,” Levi says, his eyes on the ground.

Hayden has an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, and when his eyes meet mine, he cracks a grin and shakes his head. “Never happened.”

I laugh, staring at this dark, monster of a boy who’s grown to be my best friend. “Never happened, Hay.”

Carson opens our door, and I wave goodbye to Hayden as he turns and walks through his own door.

Once I’m inside our room, I let out a heavy breath to release some of the tension that’s been rippling through me since the yacht. I follow Carson to the bed, and once he’s stripped his shirt over his head and sat down on the edge, he smirks at me.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

I shake my head, my eyes roving all over his chest. “Lay down.”

He slowly lies back, letting his head hit the mattress.

My entire body quakes when I keep moving my gaze and find his cock hard under his shorts. I strip my clothes off in two seconds flat, throwing them around the room carelessly before I climb on top of him. His hands automatically slide to my hips, and I crawl up his body until I’m positioned above his face.

“Jesus,” Carson groans, grabbing my ass and spreading me. “You’re fucking dripping.”

I sit up, putting my pussy on his lips. “Make me come.”

He moans as he spreads his lips, his tongue plunging inside me. Heat spreads through me, every nerve standing to attention as he attacks my cunt with his mouth.

I yell, grabbing my tits hard and rocking against him. “Don’t fucking stop.”

He groans underneath me again, sliding his tongue to my clit.

He’s a fucking god—a master at eating pussy—because I feel my orgasm burning through me already. Screaming, I ride his face, with not a single worry that he can’t breathe underneath me. “Don’t fucking stop!”

My entire body goes rigid, pulsing pleasure pounding against every single inch of me, and when I try to scream, I can’t get my vocal chords to work. My lips part in a silent cry, my hands flying to his hair and gripping. I can’t breathe, I just ride Carson’s tongue until finally my whole body falls lax.

Gasping, my face hits the bed, and I try to lift my hips to give him room to breathe, but he keeps going, licking me slowly inside and out, sucking on my thighs and lips and clit. My legs shake and twitch, and when his tongue enters me again, I gasp once more.

I’m boneless, though, unable to move. Even as he assaults my sensitive clit again, I just lay on top of his face and take it, and when his fingers plunge inside me, I moan.

“Carson…” I gasp, trying my hardest to swirl my hips against him.

His fingers slip from my pussy, only to glide upwards to my asshole while his tongue still makes languid and loving swipes against my clit.

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