Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Then you should stay,” I whisper, the backs of my eyes burning.
He seems like he has more to say, but in the end, he simply kisses the part of my hair, holding me so close, I can barely breathe. Moby is not one to hold back, leading me to wonder if there is something he isn’t telling me about his curse. Maybe if we go somewhere quiet and secluded, I can coax it out of him.
“There is a pretty cove in this direction,” I say, steering us south. “The water is the most incredible shade of blue.”
“Show me.”
I’ll never forget the next hour I spend driving the jet ski down the coastline, my back plastered to Moby’s broad chest. Especially because it marks the first time I hear him laugh. When I get a little more confident in my driving abilities, I take a hard right and make donuts on the water, prompting a deep chuckle in my ear, and my entire network of nerve endings flutters in response, my tummy flipping with bliss. Moby takes over the driving eventually and I point in the direction of where I want to go.
Now, we float between two rock formations that stretch from the coastline like the arms of a hug, bobbing on the cerulean water, the afternoon sun beginning to dip low in the sky. There is no sound, save the beat of our hearts and the gentle waves breaking against the sides of the jet ski.
It's magic hour.
It’s never been more magical than right now.
Moby turns off the jet ski’s ignition with a deft twist of his wrist, his breath deepening above me. Deepening some more. His palms coast down my bare thighs, working their way back up to my hips, drawing my lower body higher and backward, so my bottom perches on his lap—and I let out a moan, because he’s so hard.
“Have I mentioned that your tight little butt makes me fucking crazy?”
I feign confusion, as if that rasped declaration hasn’t covered me in goosebumps and soaked my flesh. “It does?” I grind my hips in a circle. “I had no idea.”
“Yes, you did.” Moby’s head falls back on a loud groan. “Good girl. Just like that. Ride it like you want my dick in your ass again.” He unfastens my life jacket with unsteady hands and hangs it up on one of the handles, his palms skimming possessively up my ribcage, those gigantic hands sliding up beneath the triangles of my bikini top, fondling my breasts like they belong to him. They do. All of me does. I’m so attuned to him, I can’t believe I was existing before he walked up onto the beach.
Moby is my soul.
My heartbeat.
The focus of all my needs.
Wanting to arouse him past the bounds of his sanity, I lean forward, gripping the handlebars of the jet ski, continuing to work my backside on his thick protuberance, only now he has a clear view of my buns writhing on that ripe, ready part of him. He lifts me for a brief second, only to yank his towel away, leaving me flush to his heavy shaft, nothing but my tiny yellow bottoms between us now. “If we were in the room, I would suck you to the back of my throat, Daddy.”
His moan is so forceful, it makes my molars throb.
“Watch your mouth or I will come all over these cheeks,” he pants, the direction of his voice making it obvious that he’s watching my lap dance with rapt intensity, his own hips starting to rock eagerly beneath mine, his fingers untying the strings of my bathing suit top and putting it aside. Just like that, we’re naked, except for my thong. “Dear God. My little human gives me so many fuck holes to choose from,” he growls through his teeth. It is a blessing and a curse.”
“Curse?” I manage.
“I can’t decide. Mouth, pussy, this bratty little ass. All so tempting.”
“Which is your favorite?” I gasp, riding, riding, bouncing my hips with arousing smacks of my backside of his lower stomach.
“PUSSY. It’s so fucking wet and it takes me all the way to my balls.”
“I think…I think you can have my pussy like this.”
He strangles a curse. “From the back?”
I bite my lip and glance back at him over my shoulder. “Uh-huh.”
There’s no time to brace before I’m impaled on that shocking thickness, my fingers white around the handlebars, my lungs immediately short on air. I look down at my spread lips and the moisture that drips from our joined bodies onto the leather seat. How his root stretches me shamelessly, cramming in and out of my sex with quick pumps, the yellow thong pushed to one side. I sob as my body gets used to Moby at this angle.
“You feel even b-bigger like this.”