"God, you are so beautiful," he breathed, his touch feather light, setting little fires everywhere he touched her.
Goldie struggled with his belt buckle but finally gave up and traced around the thick bulge in his slacks with her fingertips. This was what Patrick was going to use to scratch the itch deep inside of her that Neil had barely touched and she could hardly wait.
"I want you inside of me," she said boldly and sank back onto the bed against the pillows and watched Patrick finish taking off his clothes.
When he crawled onto the bed with her, she reached for his cock with both hands. He moaned at her touch and allowed her to stroke him slowly, coaxing droplets of pre-come out of the swollen knob. Sitting up, Goldie licked it and then lay back down again.
"I want you inside of me," she repeated, spreading her legs for him.
Patrick gazed at her wet, pink slit for a moment and then knelt between her legs. His hot mouth covered first one nipple and then the other while he stroked her inner thigh with his fingertips. Goldie's soft moans of pleasure grew louder when those fingertips wiggled between her lips into her liquid center.
"You're so wet," Patrick whispered.
"Wet for you," she said, thrusting her hips upward to force his fingers deeper.
With a little growl, Patrick began working his fingers in and out of her slowly, sliding them deeper with each thrust. He pressed his thumb against her slippery wet clit and smiled when she groaned loudly. Goldie's pussy clutched at those teasing fingers and she spread her legs even wider.
"Feel good?" Patrick asked.
"Yes," Goldie hissed, giving in to the sensations rushing through her body completely.
With her legs, wide apart, she held onto Patrick's wrist with one hand and humped his hand steadily. His fingers felt good but it just wasn't enough.
"So hot," Patrick whispered, glancing down to where his fingers were buried inside of her. "So wet."
"I need your cock," Goldie said, sounding almost frantic.
Patrick withdrew his fingers slowly and then transferred that wetness to his throbbing cock. He moved into position and moaned when Goldie caught it in both hands and pressed it against the sucking mouth of her pussy. Her oils covered it immediately. Both of them moaned when he eased the knob and first few inches of shaft inside of her, stretching her pink lips wide.
"So good," Goldie moaned, sliding her hands down his back to his lean ass. By this time more than half of his length was inside of her, her orgasm already starting to build. "So very good," she grunted and worked her hips up and down.
"Goldie," Patrick breathed her name when he was buried to the hilt. He pulled out slightly, teasing her.
Goldie was amazed at the way Patrick seemed to hold her in some kind of limbo. She was so ready to come, so ready it was almost painful and yet, he managed to move just enough to keep her teetering on the edge.
"Fuck me," Goldie finally squealed. "I need to come."
Patrick gave her exactly what she asked for and more. He drove himself to the hilt again and again, hard enough to make both of them gasp. Thick, wet sounds filled the room, mingling with their guttural grunts of pleasure. He kissed her breasts. He kissed her mouth and neck and ears. Finally, he slammed himself deep and worked his hips in a wicked little circle, grinding her clit between them.
Goldie's whole body spasmed out of control as wave after sensual wave of pleasure washed over her, taking her breath away and shaking her to her roots. And then she was aware of Patrick's cries of release, his cock growing thicker and longer. Then the rush of heat as he sprayed his hot load deep inside of her. That set Goldie off again and she bucked wildly beneath him, clinging to him with her arms and legs.
When they caught their breath, he collapsed beside her and they snuggled together for a while. Frantically, Goldie began to think of ways she could get him to stay longer. The last thing she wanted was for Patrick to leave her while she was still hungry; like Neil had done the night before. At last, Goldie suggested they take a shower. To her surprise, Patrick liked the idea and they showered together, kissing and touching and playing in the water, in general, gearing up for round two.
Goldie would have let Patrick take her right there in the shower but he led her back into the bedroom. He allowed her to lick him briefly and then crawled between her legs. He used his fingers to prime her for his cock and then he took her the same way he had before. After she climaxed, she tried to change positions but Patrick would have none of that. He stayed right on top of her, in control, until she came again, and only then then gave in to his own pleasure.
This time, they napped briefly and when she woke up, he was hard again. He was kissing her neck and shoulder and already sliding his fingers deep into her from behind. Moaning, Goldie pushed back against him, making sure he knew she wanted to be fucked the same way. Goldie loved being taken from behind, on her hands and knees with maybe a little spanking thrown in for good measure.
But Patrick didn't take the hint. He rolled her onto her back, allowed her to lick him while he fingered her and took her the same way he had twice previously…no variation, no experimentation, nothing.
Patrick was sweet and pleased her but by the time he left the next morning, Goldie realized she was already bored with his straight-laced routine.
And that was what she recorded in her video journal the next morning.
***
It was two days before she heard from Brock, the third contestant on Looking for Prince Charming. Actually, she had begun to wonder if he was ever going to call her at all as she spent her days relaxing by the pool or shopping.
And this date was different right from the beginning - just like Brock.
Instead of picking her up, he told her to meet him at a specific pier that afternoon, dressed for the beach. Wearing the black swimsuit picked out for her by wardrobe, a matching cover up and lots of sunscreen, Goldie arrived right on time with a cameraman tagging along behind her.
Brock was already waiting for her, leaning with his elbows on the pier railing, the wind blowing his dark hair back from his lean, tanned face. He appeared to be struggling to look relaxed. He was shirtless, wearing jeans that hugged his hips and thighs nicely and his bronze skin gleamed wetly in the afternoon sunshine. It looked like he hadn't bothered shaving for their date.
When he saw her, he glanced at his watch.
Goldie's breath caught in her throat when he turned to give her an approving nod.
Then he frowned at the cameraman. "Let's walk," he said, his voice gruff.
Surprised by his brisk manner, Goldie's only recourse was to follow him down the steps to the white sand of the beach. She hurried to catch up when they reached the bottom and fell into step beside him as they walked. Neither of them said a word and Goldie was fine with that. She loved the sound of the gulls screaming, the soothing rush of the water and the warmth of the sun on her skin. There were very few people around, most of them walking alone or sitting quietly reading.
"Not many people out today," she noted, glancing up at him.
"This place is pretty quiet most of the time," he responded, without looking at her.
They walked further in silence. Several dunes loomed ahead and after they passed them, Goldie looked back. The pier was nowhere to be seen. The cameraman who had been struggling to keep up with them seemed to have disappeared. This looked almost like a private beach. She and Brock seemed to be completely alone but she imagined that someone, somewhere was dutifully getting everything on tape.
"You swim?" he asked. It was almost a challenge.
"Yes," Goldie answered, lifting her chin defiantly. "Quite well, as a matter of fact."
"Good," he said and unbuckled his belt.
Goldie shook off her wrap and kicked off her sandals. She placed everything neatly together and when she turned to look at Brock, he was already striding into the waves…completely naked.
"Dear God," Goldie breathed as she took in his lean ass and those long muscular l
egs.
She felt a little overdressed but she ran along behind him toward the waves. The water was so cold it almost took her breath away. Nevertheless, Brock was already waist deep and going deeper. There was no way she was backing down now.
The water was just over her chest when Brock let the waves carry him back toward her. Then he began walking away again, back into the deeper water. Goldie followed his example and the two of them spent the next little while just enjoying diving into the waves and being washed back to shore.
Then, Goldie stepped on something sharp and lost her footing. A strong wave hit at about that time, washing her further out than either of them had been. She fought hard against a sudden undercurrent, kicking and pulling her way back toward the beach. When she paused to get her bearings, the beach was nowhere to be seen.
And just as she began to panic, strong arms encircled her.
"Undertow," Brock said, his mouth close to her ear. "Don't fight me."
Goldie relaxed reluctantly and let him maneuver her in the opposite direction that she had been swimming. He was a strong swimmer, managing to hold her close and still get them to where she could stand and keep her head above the water. While she caught her breath, he continued to hold her and she realized he was caressing her breasts with one hand. The other was already between her legs.
Excitement flooded through her and she tried to turn to face him.
But Brock was incredibly strong and held her even tighter as he swirled his hot tongue along the back of her neck. With a sigh, Goldie sagged back against him. The steel rod of his cock probed the back of her thighs.
One calloused hand was inside the bra of her suit, big fingers pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. Fingers of the other hand were working their way inside the elastic leg of her suit. He nibbled her ear and traced up and down her slit with his fingers and then eased one inside of her.
"Wet," he muttered.
Goldie was quivering with desire, the itch already growing more intense than before. She spread her legs, letting Brock know that she wanted more. When he pushed two fingers up inside of her, she gasped again and shuddered with pleasure. Then she reached behind her to stroke and squeeze his cock. That monster, hard, hot and throbbing, only added to her excitement.
By this time the water was just below her waist and she dug her feet into the shifting sand struggling to stay close to Brock. He had pushed her swimsuit down, exposing her breasts, the nipples hard as pink pebbles and aching for his touch again. Somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped that they were still alone on this section of the beach.
Her tingling body no longer cared.
With the water crashing over and around them, Brock maneuvered her to her knees and tugged her swimsuit down all the way. Behind her, he worked three fingers into her hungry pussy and pumped them in and out until Goldie was rocking back on her knees to meet him. Her moans of pleasure were drowned out by the waves. When he smacked her upturned bottom, she squealed and silently begged him to give her what she needed most.
Had Brock somehow read her mind? His fingers were suddenly gone but they were replaced by the hot knob of his cock spreading her lips wide. He worked it up and down her slit the same way he had done earlier with his fingers. And then, with a little grunt, he pushed his way inside of her, moving sure and steady until more than half of his length was filling her, making her itch even worse.
"Brock," she screamed, digging her hands and knees into the sand, pushing back for more. Again, the waves crashed over them, knocking her off balance for a moment and drowning out her words.
Brock held her steady and thrust forward, stretching her impossibly wide and reaching deeper than she ever dreamed possible. He held her like that for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to his size, allowing her to feel him hot and throbbing deep in her pussy. And then he withdrew slightly and thrust forward again.
"Yes," Goldie whispered. "God, yes,"
Holding onto her ass with both hands, Brock fell into a steady fucking rhythm that took her breath away. Her orgasm built, subsided and began building again. He plunged deep with one thrust and teased her with the next. Goldie, on her hands and knees with the water pounding against her, took everything he had and reached for more. The water caressed her body like a thousand fingers, adding to the moment.
Then, finally, she felt Brock's fingers on her clit and, within seconds, her pleasure was spiraling out of control sending her into a frenzy. That set Brock off and she heard his roar of release over the sound of the waves. His cock exploded, the hot load filling her to overflowing.
This time when the waves hit, neither of them were strong enough to fight. They were disconnected abruptly and sent sprawling onto the sand. When Goldie looked up, Brock was laughing, the first time she'd seen him like that and she couldn't believe how handsome he was. Her suit floating just out of reach. Brock grabbed it and handed it to her and then turned and began walking toward the beach, giving Goldie a view of his beautiful backside.
Goldie stopped at the water's edge and stepped into her suit and then hurried to catch up with him. She didn't see any camera men or crew for the show but she was sure they were around somewhere. And she didn't care what they had seen or heard. Brock was the most incredible man she'd ever known and she wasn't about to let him get away.
"Hungry?" he asked. He was wearing his jeans again, much to Goldie's disappointment.
Goldie realized she was, ravenous, in fact. "Yes."
"Good. There's a hot dog stand back at the pier. Best hot dogs and lemonade on the beach," he said.
Brock seemed to have softened toward her, a little more talkative as they walked back toward the pier. He confessed that he was a stunt man, something Goldie already knew, and that he really wasn't thrilled about being on Looking for Prince Charming. She had been told that as well.
"But the money was good and…" he finished with a shrug.
Goldie waited for him to say something else but he seemed to have used up all of his words for the moment. She told him about her job and her life back home. She found herself wanting to tell him more but they were at the hot dog stand and he ordered for the both of them. He carried their food to a secluded little table out on the pier and they sat.
She was getting that feeling again, the strange shivers of emotion that she'd felt when she first saw him. She was happy to finally be able to explore it.
They talked a little while they ate, slowly learning to relax in each other's' company. Goldie watched him and couldn't believe how delicious he looked, even when he was doing nothing more than having a snack. Then, she realized he was barely stroking her inner thigh under the table, so lightly that she almost couldn't feel it. She shivered with pleasure and relaxed so his hand could move higher.
"You like?" he asked with a grin.
Did he mean the hot dogs or the wonderful things his hand was doing under the table. The answer was yes to both. "Yes," she said, her voice shaking a little.
There were those fingers sneaking up under the leg of her swimsuit again and she sank a bit lower in the chair and spread her legs even wider.
"Nice," he said, catching and holding her gaze. "Very nice."
Goldie knew her natural oils were covering the tips of his fingers. Her whole lower body was on fire. It was all she could do to sit still, especially when he worked a single finger up between her lips. Goldie gasped when Brock added a second finger and pushed them deeper.
A young couple walked by their table holding hands. The ocean crashed on the rocks below them and the sun, suddenly seemed much too hot. But the only thing Goldie was really aware of was the pleasure radiating out from the fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, threatening to overcome her. She bit her lower lip to keep quiet. She rocked her body against his hand as best she could.
"Gonna come?" he asked, his voice deep.
"Uh huh," Goldie whimpered.
"Good."
Goldie's orgasm hit with enough force to take her breath
away. She squirmed in the chair, humping his hand with abandon. Somehow she managed to keep quiet so the people around them would not know what they were doing. And when it was over, Brock pulled his fingers free.
Goldie thought her heart would stop when she saw him lick his wet fingers.
"We're going dancing tonight," Brock said as he walked her back to the car which was waiting for her. Then he scribbled down the name of the club and the time and turned and walked away from her.
Goldie's legs were still weak when she slid into the back seat. Chet was in front with the driver. He turned to her.
"You don't have to meet him tonight," Chet told her. "I know he's being an ass…"
"No," Goldie cut in. "I'll go."
What she didn't tell Chet was that he couldn't have stopped her from meeting Brock if he tried. Brock was the one, she knew it in her heart and soul. As odd and different as he was, he was the one she wanted.
The club was full of energy, loud music and laughter and the first thing Goldie saw was Brock talking to a woman. A stab of jealousy shot through her but she hid it well. He turned and smiled at her when she approached his table, dismissing the woman with a wave of his hand.
"Someone you know?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"I think it's someone the reality show people sent to add a little drama. You know how this works," he said with a shrug.
"I'm learning," she said.
Before she could say anything else, he caught her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. They spent the next hour or so dancing, their bodies moving together like a well-oiled machine. Brock was a good dancer, leading her around the dance floor, practically making lover to her whether they were dancing fast or slow. At one time, they had the whole floor to themselves.
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