Page 104 of There’s A Thin Line Between Love and Hate

She laughed. “Aren’t you scared of sharks?”

“Sharks don’t come to the shoreline, darlin’.” I took in her figure, a small waist and big tits. She was wearing a cover up over her bikini, easy access.

“I know, but why risk it? Anything can happen.”

“Anything?” I grinned.

She blushed.

“Isn’t it a little late for you to be walking the beach by yourself?”

“I’m not alone. You’re here,” she warranted.

“Exactly.”

“My name’s—”

“I don’t care what your name is,” I interrupted, walking toward her.

“Well, I know your name. Dylan,” she sassed.

“Is that supposed to impress me?”

Her eyes widened.

“Your lips.” I reached out and rubbed my thumb back and forth on her bottom lip. “They’re already doing that.”

Her breathing hitched.

“I want to see what else they can do.” I pushed my thumb into her pouty mouth. “Do you?” I questioned with conviction.

She sucked on my thumb like a damn pro and reached for my belt, unbuckling it.

“Good girl,” I praised, removing my thumb and bringing her closer to me by the nook of her neck. “Pull out my cock,” I groaned into her ear, and her skin immediately warmed my hand. I softly kissed down her neck, taking in her sweet smell of sunscreen.

I did recognize the girl. She was one of the sorority girls or some shit.

All the faces blended together, all but one.

I didn’t know her name and I didn’t care, I wasn’t lying about that. If she had followed me out here then she would definitely do anything for me.

And I wanted her on her knees.

She did as she was told with unsteady hands.

“Stroke it. Harder,” I ordered as I continued to kiss down to her breasts, making sure to rub my facial hair along the way. Women loved that.

“Like this?” she breathed out.

I groaned and cupped her breasts into my face. “Yeah…”

She was so responsive and that’s what I enjoyed the most about women. I jerked her head back and she moaned, pulling her onto the ground till she was on her knees. She took her hand away and I placed my own around my shaft, pumping myself up and down in front of her face as she looked back at me with hooded eyes.

When she realized what I was doing, her eyes glazed over like she had never seen a man stroke himself before. Or it could have been the size of my dick.

Either way it turned me on.

I looked down at her. “It’s not going to suck itself, sweetheart,” I huskily urged.

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