“God, yes,” she hissed as he nibbled on first the one, then the other nub. Her moans echoing to the sky embodied the raw need piercing her loins as she floundered to keep breathing while her lower body felt weightless and throbbed with lust.
“Please, Zeke,” she whimpered as the passion that had been simmering inside her, threatened to boil over.
Then he was gone, leaving her to sag weakly against the trunk of the tree. She opened her eyes as she lowered her arms, trembling with need. One look at his face set her mind at ease. The heat in his eyes affirmed he wasn’t going to walk away and leave her wanting.
“Get naked, Taylor.”
She didn’t hesitate and immediately shrugged the tattered pieces of clothes from her shoulders. Her fingers hooked at the top of the sweatpants. She blinked as it registered how eager she was to bare her body to his eyes. To watch how they darkened with desire as his gaze traced over every inch of her curvy form. With a deep breath, she pushed it over her hips and stepped out of them, kicking off her sneakers in the process.
“Beauty like this shouldn’t be hidden from view,” he murmured, almost like he was talking to himself.
For the first time in her life, Taylor had no desire to hide behind her hands or to avoid looking at a man watching her in her full, vulnerable, and naked glory. Instead, she reveled in it and had never felt as sexy and beautiful as she did in the wake of his glimmering eyes cherishing her nakedness.
Her eyes widened as he sat down with his back against the palm tree. He yanked his t-shirt off over his head and pushed down his shorts and underpants to palm his already hard cock in his hand. He patted his legs.
“Come here, love. On my lap.”
“Zeke, I’ll …” she swallowed the protest at the warning look in his eyes. No doubt he knew she was about to mention she was too heavy. Before she realized she’d moved she was lowering herself and straddled his thighs. Her eyes were feverish and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t drag them away from watching his hand lazily pumping the length of his shaft.
“Like what you see, my pet?” he purred as he pinched her nipples. She gasped as he clamped his hand around her hip and pulled her forward until her spread open pussy pressed flush against the hard length of his cock.
“Take me inside your hot little cunt, little one, but don’t move. I want you to keep still and wait. Is that clear?”
Taylor didn’t bother to respond. She was too eager to feel his heat spread open the silky folds of her pussy. She lifted herself and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock to position him at her hot entrance. Grinding her teeth she slowly eased down, allowing her channel time to stretch and accommodate his wide girth.
“Holy shit, holy shit,” she gasped, tossing back her head as the bulbous head of his cock pressed against her cervix when she managed to embed him to the hilt. She gazed up to the sky, completely stunned at the fullness that pulsed inside her with such strength it took every inch of willpower not to start humping him like a wild filly in heat. “That feels sooo good,” she whimpered and moaned as Zeke fully embraced the position she was in to torment and tease her nipples with his fingers and lips.
She felt disoriented and lightheaded by the sensations that loosened inside her. A novel experience she embraced with every cell in her body.
“I knew you’d be this hot and so damn tight around me,” Zeke mumbled as he nibbled on her breasts. Sharp, stinging bites that shot like an arrow from her nipples to her clit to set it pulsing with a furious demand for release.
“Ahh … lord, that feels good.” A raw cry of ecstasy puffed from her when he sucked hard on a nipple, pulling, and drawing on it like a man quenching his thirst.
He wrapped one hand in her hair and forced her gaze to his.
“Do you want to fuck me, Taylor?”
“Yes, you know I do,” she wailed as her libido latched onto her name floating from his lips. He had to go and say it at this exact moment. And, he didn’t just say it. Lord no, he had to roll his tongue around every syllable like he was indulging in the smooth, decadent taste of caramel ice cream late at night.
“Hmm, somehow I’m not convinced.” His fingers tightened around her hair to gaze into her eyes as he canted his hips in a tight rolling motion which forced his crotch against her clitoris.
“I do! I do!” she cried as she clamped her hands around his shoulders in an attempt to keep her hips from jerking and snapping against his. If he had to punish her by denying her what she burned to have, it would break her.
“How much do you want to fuck me?”
She blinked, consumed by the flash fire of heat that surged higher with every breath she took. She exhaled slowly and licked her lips.
“We already that we’re both medically clean but you are aware I’m not wearing a condom.”
Taylor’s body solidified as the implication of his words drove home. It was a test she feared she was going to fail. There was no way in hell she was getting up from him until he’d fucked her through at least two climaxes. She didn’t care if it meant he ended up spilling his semen inside her.
She was too needy, too filled with lust to worry about something that insignificant.
Wait! What? The risk of falling pregnant is insignificant?
She stared into his eyes as she listened to the voice of reason echoing inside her mind.
“I’m on the pill and even if I wasn’t, I’m not ovulating at the moment.”
His eyes darkened at the confident tone in her voice. “So you wish to fuck me?”
“We already established that. For fuck’s sake, Zeke. Just fuck me already!”
“Ah, but therein lies the conundrum, my pet. You’re the one desiring a fuck. So, little one, make me believe you want it.”
Her nails cut into his skin as his cock twitched deep inside her. Her husky whimpers weakened his resolve to remain in control as it was accompanied by a flush of wet heat coating his cock.
“Please, Zeke, I need you. Please fuck me. I beg you,” she pleaded in a husky voice as a myriad of sensations assailed her, leaving her panting. It didn’t bother her that it was the first time in her life she pleaded with a man.
“No, Taylor. Get it right. You. Want to. Fuck. Me.”
“I need to fuck you! Please goddammit!” Her muscles gathered, fed by the insurmountable pressure building inside her. She tried to take a deep breath but all she managed was a surprised squeak as his strong hands lifted her until only the tip of his cock remained inside her pussy.
“Again.” His demand combed over her, like the deep treble of a bass guitar. “Beg me to let you fuck me, Taylor. Scream it so it can be heard over the rush of the waterfall.”
“I beg you! Please let me fuck you! I want to fuck you!” Her raw scream spiked as he rammed her down onto his body. She wailed in surprise at the unexpected spasms that shook her body when she climaxed with the next breath. Her cry carried to the ocean as she slumped weakly against him.
“Oh, hell no. You begged to fuck me and you fucking will. Keep going, Taylor and don’t you dare stop until I come.”
She reacted on instinct and with trembling legs, she started to ride him, completely lost to the weakness that assailed her limbs from the hard climax she’d had from no more than one brutal thrust.