Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I know that in just this past week, I’ve had so many more orgasms than I had in my entire relationship with Tim.
I’ve never wanted sex as much as I want it with West either.
I just can’t seem to get enough of him.
I’m in the middle of paradise, and it’s hard to care about any of it when I’m with West. All I can see is him, and it’s scary as hell.
I need to keep reminding myself that this is a holiday fling and nothing more.
And when it’s time for us to both go home, we’ll part on good terms, and I’ll go back to England with a smile on my face and an entire suitcase full of memories of my time with him and all the sex we had.
But in the meantime, I’m still here, and he’s inside me, making me feel amazing.
His hand slides over my butt, gripping it.
Our breathing grows heavier. My breasts brush against his chest. The material of my bikini top feels harsh against my nipples.
I reach up and untie the string around my neck, allowing my breasts to be free. I know how much of a boob man he is.
West immediately ducks his head and wraps his mouth around a nipple, sending a bolt of desire straight through me and to my clit.
“Jesus,” I gasp.
He’s all over me. Inside me. His smell. His taste. Him. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
When my orgasm hits, I have to bite my lip to stop from screaming. My inner muscles clamp tight around his dick.
“Fuck, Dillon. You’re making me come.” He presses his forehead to mine, and I feel his cock start to jerk inside of me.
His eyes are on mine, and we’re just staring at each other. I worry he can see my feelings in my eyes, so I close them.
He makes no move to pull out of me, and I don’t want him to. I like having him inside of me.
His rough fingertips trace a path over my cheek, and he tucks my hair behind my ear. “So fucking pretty.”
I blink open my eyes. He’s still watching me.
“So are you.”
“Handsome, Double D. I’m handsome.”
“That as well.”
He smiles that gorgeous smile of his before bringing his lips to mine again. “I like you,” he says, his lips brushing over mine.
And honestly, his words surprise me.
“I like you too,” I tell him quietly.
“I don’t like many people.”
“So, I’m one of the lucky ones then.”
“Obviously. But so am I. You’re like no one I’ve ever met before.”
I don’t know what else to say. I only know how it makes me feel, and it’s scary. Everything about this moment is scary. Because I know he doesn’t mean it in the way my heart wants to take it.
But thankfully, he kisses me again and again, and then I feel his dick starting to thicken and harden inside me, so I stop thinking and instead just feel the things he does to my body.
twenty
West
“This place is incredible!” Dillon wanders over to where the sun loungers, daybed, and wicker umbrellas are set up, checking out the small island that we’ve just been dropped at.
The boat left us with a picnic basket for lunch, and the guys said they’ll be back later on today to set up for the gourmet torchlit dinner we’ll be having before they take us back to the island. So, I’ve got a full day with her here, all alone.
Whatever will we do?
“I don’t even know what I was expecting,” she says, dropping her bag on one of the sun loungers. “But it wasn’t this. It’s so perfect. I can’t believe I was considering not even coming. So glad you said you’d come with me.”
“Me too. And you should let me pay for half of this.”
She gives me the same look she gives me every time I mention it. “It was already paid for ages ago. And I asked you to come with me, so technically, you’re my guest, and guests don’t pay.”
I have money to burn. I know that she doesn’t. So, I wish she’d stop being stubborn and let me give her some money for this.
Guess I’ll just have to pay her back in some other way.
“What should we do first?” She turns to me, hands going to her hips. “Explore the island a little? Swim? Sunbathe?”
“I vote we fuck.”
She playfully rolls her eyes. “We had sex earlier.”
She means, when we woke up. That was a few hours ago.
When did a few hours become a long time in between bouts of sex?
Since her.
She fiddles with her cell phone, and then music starts to play. She puts her cell down on the day bed and peels off the dress she’s wearing, leaving her in a barely there red bikini. She walks over the sand and into the shallow lagoon, and I watch her. It’s hard to not stare at her all of the time, but in that bikini … impossible. Her tits spilling out of it. Her long, dark hair falling down her back. Face free of makeup. Just suntan lotion on her skin, making it glisten.