Page 131 of Contempt

That is, until her spiteful little ass wiggles around on my cock, and then all I can think about is getting inside her.

“I see how it is,” I murmur against her lips.

“What?” she asks innocently. “Did that make you uncomfortable?”

“I’ll show you uncomfortable.” I grab her so I can catch her, then I roll her off me and onto the soft beach towel beneath us. She gasps, reaching back and grabbing the wet shirt I dropped there.

“Great,” she complains. “Now there’s a wet spot on my back.”

That’s not the wet spot I’m interested in. I push her skirt up again, then tug down her white panties. I pull them all the way off so they don’t get in my way, then I shove them in my pocket and settle in between her thighs.

Parker sighs, checking to make sure no one is around again. “Landon…”

I ignore her half-hearted objection and spread her thighs, taking in the sight of her pretty pussy in the light of day. I hold one of her thighs in case she gets restless and decides to fight me, then I leave a hot trail of kisses along the inside as I make my way toward her pussy.

Her sighs aren’t so annoyed now.

I lock my other arm around her other thigh to really trap her, then I yank her little ass closer. I use my thumbs to spread her open, enjoying the rush of breath that leaves her lungs when I do.

Then I kiss her right on the pussy and her back arches. “You like that?” I murmur.

“Landon,” she says, much more softly. “You can’t do this here. I’ll die if someone comes…”

I smirk. “The only person coming in the next few minutes is going to be you—all over my face as I devour your pussy.”

“Oh, my god,” she says, covering her face to hide her embarrassment.

“Now, be a good girl and let yourself enjoy it.”

“I’m always a good girl,” she mutters. “You’re the one who couldn’t find ‘good’ if it was starred and highlighted on a map.”

I grin at her talking shit, then I dive between her legs and latch onto that perfect pussy.

The taste of her makes me ravenous. I love the little sounds she makes and the way she grabs desperately at the towel beneath us while I lick her pussy. My cock jerks at her little gasps and the way her thighs tremble as she gets close.

Then she whines my name, and I growl against her aroused flesh.

I go for her clit, and I’m merciless in my quest for her pleasure. She’s gasping and arching off the beach, her heels digging into my shoulders as she starts to lose control.

“Landon,” she cries out, her breath hitching, her eyes closed as her whole body tenses.

I shove a finger in her pussy and feel her convulse around me, crying out as pleasure erupts inside her.

Her pleasure is fucking delicious.

When her body is limp and sated, I give her pussy one more kiss before withdrawing.

Her eyes are closed, her body completely relaxed and peaceful as she recovers. It takes some effort to turn Parker’s brain off, but I had a hunch an orgasm would soften her right up.

Decency forgotten, she turns on her side and curls up against me when I lie down beside her on the beach towel. Her hand comes to rest casually on my abdomen, and her long red hair spills over my bicep.

She’s so beautiful when she’s like this.

She’s beautiful when she’s fiery and pissed off, too, but I’m enjoying the glimpse of this side of her.

I let her enjoy her bliss for a few minutes despite the insistent throbbing of my cock. She doesn’t help matters by curling up so close to me, absently running her hand over my stomach in a gesture I can only take as affectionate.

Affection isn’t something I’ve gotten much of. Girls have offered it, of course. Begged for the chance to give it to me, really, but I didn’t want it from them.

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