Page 20 of Her Christmas Beast

“A client. Since my design was instrumental in him winning his bride, who he adores, I have an open-ended invitation to any of his vacation properties. I’ve never had an incentive to take him up on it before.” Billy drops a kiss on my forehead, not a quick peck, but one that makes promises of what’s coming as soon as we’re alone.

Our luggage is minimal, so right after Billy has checked the fridge and the cupboards to make sure the promised groceries have indeed been delivered, he turns to me and growls, “Clothes off, baby. You’re naked for the next three days.”

“What about cooking?” I nibble my lip but honestly, I’m eager to get out of these clothes. I’m feeling a bit grimy from travel and even Billy’s dress shirt feels hot in the humid heat of the tropics.

“It’s mostly cold stuff. I’ll put you in charge of slicing and dicing. If there are any splatters, I’ll clean you up myself.”

I roll my eyes, but the aquamarine water is beckoning just beyond the porch steps and I don’t want to linger inside. I strip as I stride through the room to the far side. If Billy is so eager to clean up, he can pick up after me. By the time I’m on the sand, I’m bare to the gentle breeze and the brilliant sunshine. Running into the waves, I shriek with glee when the soothing coolness of the water laps at my shins. The descent into the ocean is shallow and stretches out, which means the water is warm enough for lingering. I wade out until I’m waist-deep and then dunk myself several times, lifting my feet and rolling like a happy seal. This feels so good!

Popping back up, I swing my gaze around to see if Billy has joined me. He’s settled on the sand with his knees up, watching me with a gentle smile. I beckon him to come in, but he just shakes his head. Fine. I guess if I want him, I have to go fetch him.

I do my best to rise from the sea like Venus, but I can’t quite get the graceful walk through water thing down. Billy doesn’t seem to mind, not by the way his cock is rising to greet me. He’s still sitting on the sand, but he holds a hand out to me. When I take it, he pulls me down between his legs and holds up a bottle of sunscreen. I pout. His lips flatten into a stern frown. “Behave, Angel. You’ll burn like bacon without it and you know it.”

I sigh. “But it’s not very sexy.” I wrinkle my nose as he squirts out a big glob of white and starts spreading it down my arm.

“Pretend it’s my cum and I’m going to cover you with it and rub it into your skin so even the sun knows you’re entirely mine.”

He’s being silly, but my body likes the image of being covered in him. And he knows it, giving my erect nipples a little tweak as he reaches my breasts with his skin care campaign. When I’m completely covered in sunscreen down to and including my toes, I’m so turned on a stiff breeze could send me over the edge. “Youdone yet?” I gasp as Billy slips his fingers between my toes one more time making my stomach clench in response.

“Yes. You’re good now. Don’t go in the water for another twenty minutes, but then you should be set for the rest of the day.”

“What about you?”

“I’m genetically exempted.” His voice is abnormally flat, so I don’t press on it. Must be something from his DNA results that he hasn’t shared with me yet. I’ll press him on it later. Right now, I need him inside me. Moving forward, I go onto my knees and then swivel to face him. With both palms on his chest, I press back, determined to be the one in charge for once. He must see something in my expression because he relaxes back onto his elbows.

“You’re mine, Billy. And this time I intend to claimyou.” He smirks a little, like he’d like to see me try, but he doesn’t say a word. I straddle his hips and use my hand to draw his cock through my wet folds, lubricating the tip. When he’s practically dripping with my juices, I position him against my entrance and sink down slowly. I’m determined to take all of him, right down to the root. I watch Billy’s abdominals clench with the effort to hold himself still. It spurs me on and I sink all the way down, resting my forehead against his chest while I catch my breath and simply experience being so full of him. My inner muscles play with his cock, clenching and releasing, testing for resistance, size, reaction, all so new in this position.

Until finally Billy grunts like he’s in pain, “Need you to move now, baby Angel. Can’t last much longer.”

Reluctant to give up my new toy so quickly, I sigh, but lever myself up slightly before sinking down. Billy’s grunt of pleasure spurs me on, and then I’m riding him like a porn video. Or what I imagine because I’ve never watched any and I probably look kinda silly, but Billy’s not complaining. And when he ratherdesperately reaches his hand between us, forcing a thick finger against my clit as he erupts into me with a gush of cum, I stop caring about how I look entirely. My body thrills at the force of his reaction and responds by clenching down on him, my knees tightening against his massive thighs. My inner thighs attempt to trap his cock inside my channel no matter what, determined to milk every last drop.

Billy drops his head back onto the sand with a thump while his giant hands reach up to hold me steady. Even slightly softened, his cock is still too big for me to lean forward while it’s impaling me. And I’m not quite ready to let go. So I let him hold me in place, resting my weight against his hands while the tremors subside.

We stay like that for several minutes, the sound of the waves and the breeze through the palm trees creating a sense of timeless peace. That is until the incoming tide tickles my toes. I shriek and Billy laughs. “Why didn’t you say anything, you big lug? Your feet are much farther out than mine.” I swat at his chest gently in annoyance.

“I was enjoying the moment. I was enjoyingyou. But I’d rather we didn’t drown.” Reluctantly our bodies part and Billy pulls me up to standing and into his arms. He carries me gently onto the porch and settles me down in one of the lounge chairs. The next thing I know, a bottle of water is next to me and a glass of champagne has appeared in my hand.

“What’s the occasion?” I eye the champagne skeptically. Sometimes the bubbles give me hiccups and it’s not a sexy sound.

“Your graduation. You sailed through the final.” I eye him with the same confusion I gave the champagne. “Sex on the beach was the final exam?”

He shakes his head, laughing. “No, taking what you wanted without hesitation was the essay topic. I’m eternally grateful what you wanted was me.”

I blink tears from my eyes. How does he always manage to say the perfect thing?

“Does this mean no more 5:00 am orgasms or face punishment?” I ask, wondering why I feel slightly disappointed at the thought of sleeping in without dread.

“It does…” he hesitates like he’s worried about my reaction.

“But?” I sip my champagne, so I have something to do while I wait.

“Did you ever have a chore chart when you were a kid?”

I choke slightly. “Isthatwhat the gold stars are for?” Finally putting two and two together and coming up with a really interesting number.

He jerks his chin in agreement but doesn’t utter a word despite my pleading expression.

“I think I need the details, Billy.”

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