Page 84 of Chosen Boy

“Don’t you dare, Hunter Thompson!” I squeal. “I will kick your ass clear to Tuesday!”

“Well, seeing as it’s already Monday, I can deal with that,” he says, slapping his hand on my asscheek. “My baby loves the ocean. Let’s go test it out!”

When he runs us into the waves, laughter, mixed with screaming, comes through my throat as my dress becomes soaked.

He releases me, and our bodies rise up with the swells.

I splash him. “You’re going to pay for that, you asshole.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll make it up to you after this—in that walk-in shower you like so much.” He winks. “You dirty girl. We were on the beach, and you were ready for me to take you right then.”

I scowl. “Was not!”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Oh, you were. Your thighs were clenching, and your body was begging for my cock.” Grabbing my legs, he pulls them around his waist and kisses me. “Good thing for you, I’m not going to make you wait much longer. You know I want to fuck you against that tiled wall.”

“No way.” I shake my head. “You blew it, buddy. I was ready. I was going to doallllthe things. Now? Nope. Forget it.”

His lips twitch in amusement, and I hate that he knows me too damn well to know that I’ll give in. He’s too freaking irresistible.

“Is that so? So, you don’t want me to lick those perfect tits while I fuck you against the wall so hard that your back is bruised tomorrow?” He shrugs. “I mean, all right. That’s fine.”

Splashing him again, I walk back onto the sand before I start running toward our house. Laughing, I look back at him, coming up on me fast.

When he scoops me up, I scream as he carries me up onto our porch and pulls the door open.

“We’re going to get sand and water everywhere!” I shriek, still giggling.

“I don’t give a fuck. I’ll clean it by hand if I have to.” He pushes the bathroom door open, setting me down on the seat.

After pulling my dress over my head, he kneels down, unclasping my bra and pulling down my panties, slipping his fingers between my legs. “Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing my fingers so hard. Just imagine what you’ll do to my dick. You’re so ready, aren’t you?”

I nod slowly, dragging in air. “Yes. Yes, please, Hunter.”

“Fuck…me. You’re so beautiful,” he groans, peeling his own clothes off before turning on the shower.

Lifting me up, he walks us in and pushes my back to the cold tiles before his mouth lands on mine. He tastes minty as his tongue moves against mine before he drops his head to my neck, kissing my skin.

His erection presses into my belly. I reach between our bodies, stroking him a few times, and he groans.

I will never get enough of this man. Ever.

He pulls back slightly, pushing the head of his cock inside of me little by little. I throw my head back against the wall, straightening my back on the tiles as he presses his forehead to my chest, moving harder and faster.

I moan, biting down on my bottom lip from pure desire as my fingernails move to his back, pushing into his skin as he thrusts in and out of me. And just like he said, I know my back will likely be bruised. But I don’t care. Not even a little.

The water sprays over our bodies, and he takes one hand and grips the back of my head, bringing our mouths together. My nipples harden to the point of pain, and his movements become more erratic.

“Squeeze my dick, baby,” he growls into my mouth. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel you drip down my legs.”

On demand, I come undone at the exact moment that he does. His moans are muted by my screams. And it doesn’t matter because we live alone. In our own house.

He sucks in some ragged breaths before he slowly releases me from his hold and smirks.

“Yeah, I knew that what you said down on the beach was bullshit. My baby never turns down a chance to fuck my cock.”

I slap the back of my hand against him before pinching his nipple. “Shut up. You’re annoying.”

“Yeah, well, annoying as I might be…what’s that glow on your cheeks? Huh?” He winks, grabbing some soap and spinning me around before washing my hair. “That’s right. That’s theHunter’s glorious dickafterglow. And you’re welcome.”

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