Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I stepped into the bottoms first, pulling the tiny white strings up my hips. The fabric barely covered anything—just a small triangle over my sealed pussy that to my distress even seemed to show in outline the smooth, unnatural seam where my labia had been pressed together. The strings tied at my hips with little bows that felt absurdly innocent given how exposed I was. The tiny string between my still sore bottom cheeks left their twin roundness completely bare.
The top was even worse. I fumbled with the strings, finally managing to tie them behind my neck and back. My breasts were barely contained, my nipples almost visible through the thin white fabric. I stood there, arms at my sides, feeling more exposed than if I’d worn nothing at all.
Mike’s eyes darkened as they traveled over my body. I could see his desire, frank and unashamed, and it made my sealed pussy throb with desperate need. He was going to rip this off me, I was sure of it. He was going to tear away these pathetic scraps of fabric and finally—finally—open the seal and take what he’d been training me for. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst through my chest.
But instead, he just stood up and came to me, his hand cupping my cheek. “Perfect,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Put some sunscreen on, and let’s go.”
I stared at him in confusion as he grabbed towels and his sunglasses. That was it? No deflowering? No ravishing? Just… swimming?
The walk to the beach felt like the longest of my life. I kept my eyes down, mortified by the way the microkini left me so exposed, so vulnerable. I was sure everyone was staring—the other resort guests, the staff, everyone. But Mike just held my hand and led me down the winding path to the black sand beach as if I were wearing a perfectly normal swimsuit, or maybe as if a billionaire like him had no qualms about dressing his younger girlfriend this way, about displaying her innocence so obscenely.
The water was wonderfully warm when we waded in, crystal clear with colorful fish darting between the lava rocks. Mike pulled me deeper, until the water reached my chest, and then wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“Relax,” he murmured into my ear. “Just enjoy this.”
I tried. I really did. The setting was paradise—the warm Hawaiian sun on my face, the gentle waves lapping at my shoulders, the tropical breeze carrying the scent of flowers. But all I could focus on was the emptiness in my bottom. I’d grown so accustomed to the plug over the past few days that its absence felt wrong, like I was missing something essential. My body kept clenching involuntarily, searching for the fullness that wasn’t there.
And then there was Mike’s body pressed against mine. His chest was solid and warm against my back, his arms wrapped around my waist in a way that should have felt protective and sweet. But I could feel something else too—the unmistakable hardness of his enormous erection pressing against the small of my back through his swim trunks.
The knowledge that he was aroused, that my body in this obscene microkini had turned him on, sent a fresh wave of heat through my core. My sealed pussy throbbed with desperate need, and I felt myself growing wet behind the tiny opening despite the ocean water surrounding us. The ache was becoming unbearable—a constant, gnawing hunger that made it hard to think about anything else.
Mike’s lips brushed my ear. “You’re trembling,” he murmured. “What are you thinking about?”
I couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t admit that all I wanted in that moment was for him to carry me back to the room and finally, finally open the seal and fuck me until I screamed, his huge manhood plunging in and out of me, opening me and using me, making me his. That I felt like I might actually die if he didn’t. The need was so intense it frightened me.
“Nothing,” I whispered, but my voice came out shaky and unconvincing.
His hand slid down to rest on my hip, his thumb tracing small circles on my bare skin under the water. “Liar,” he said softly, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “But that’s okay. I know exactly what you need.”
The promise in those words made my knees go weak. He held me tighter, keeping me upright as the waves rocked us gently. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, his hard cock pressed against me, my body aching with shameful arousal, until finally Mike suggested we head back.
The walk up to the room felt surreal. My legs were shaky, and every step made me acutely aware of the emptiness inside me, the seal between my legs, the desperate need building with each breath. Mike kept his arm around my waist, supporting me, and I wondered if he knew how close I was to begging him for relief.