Then bewildered at him having so much power over me. He made every inch of my skin sing with pleasure. I became so used to guys who just fumbled and groped at me cluelessly, his touch felt like an entirely new, breathtaking experience.
And that orgasm.
It was better than the one I gave myself while I was stoned. And it was just with his fingers!
Like magic, he took all my fear away. The fear surrounding my own shortcomings, at least.
My pulse hammered against his lips at my neck. I felt so utterly relaxed and delirious, I could barely see him through my hooded eyelids. I could just feel him moving against me, like a wave along the shore.
Then I felt it, and a small stab of fear returned.
A thick, rigid wall of heat and hardness pressed against my still-tender pussy and I let out a small gasp.
It felt at least twice as big as when I felt it underwater. And so much more real with barely anything between us.
Reagan let out the hottest grunts and groans in my ear as his massive shaft slid across my clit. It only intensified the aftershocks of my orgasm that still coursed through me.
"Tell me you want this as badly as I do," he growled into my ear.
His hands slid underneath my back to press my bare chest against his.
He lifted me off the blanket so easily, and his whole body was massive and hard. For once, I felt small and dainty. Delicate and feminine.
Guys would always be embarrassed if I was taller or heavier than them and I yearned to feel fragile and petite.
But it was more than just feeling smaller than Reagan. I felt protected and safe.
"More than anything," I moaned.
My hands slid down his back, taking in every chiseled muscle with my fingertips and palms before reaching the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Still damp from the lake, I peeled them down like a second skin, helping myself to handfuls of his firm ass as he helped me take them completely off.
He did the same with my panties, and I got a good look at what he was working with when he sat up to remove them from my ankles.
His cock was nothing like what I imagined in my dreams.
It was better in every way.
At least twice as thick and long, tanned just like the rest of him, wrought with thick veins and almost perfectly straight except for a slight upward curve that promised more orgasms.
The rest of the package wasn’t bad either. His cock sat at the bottom of a deeply cut V-shape in his hips that I was dying to run my tongue along. I didn’t know those existed on men in real life.
He flexed some muscle and his cock bounced up with a life of its own.
“Quit playing with that thing and come fuck me with it,” I said with my best naughty grin.
He shot back an evil smirk and lunged for me.
When he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down next to my head, my whole body hummed with pleasure from my fingertips to my toes.
He must have seen the delight and excitement on my face but still, he hesitated.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I should tell you, Pepper," he said. "I'm not a slow, gentle kind of guy. I won't necessarily go all Christian Grey on you, but I take what I want."
He lowered his mouth until his lips just barely grazed against mine. My lips tingled with the absolute, sole desire to kiss him.
"And I want you so fucking bad."
I lifted my head just enough to take his lower lip between my teeth. When I lowered my head back down, I brought him down with me, groaning in surprise and pleasure at the slight nip of pain.
"I expect nothing less from you," I whispered back. "I want nothing less than for you to take me. Completely."
His mouth crashed down to mine with a fury the moment I stopped talking. With an iron grip, he spread my thighs apart and my pussy hollowed out so readily for him.
He pushed inside me with one smooth motion, making me cry out from the sudden fullness.
It was like nothing I ever felt before. Like a deep morning stretch that was so good, it was almost too much.
My pussy made wet, sucking sounds as it found and lost him again and again.
"Holy fuck, Pepper," he snarled. "You're so fucking wet, so tight. You'll be the end of me."
He kept whispering feverishly directly to my brain. I felt him on my skin as well as inside me. He was in my head and in the air all around me. Every cell in my body was filled with Reagan Sells and it wasn't nearly enough.
The force of him pounding into me pushed up the beach towel and I dug my heels into the sand for stability, on top of holding onto him for dear life.
To say I'd never been fucked like this was an understatement. Sure, I'd been jackhammered and fucked hard before while gritting my teeth and bearing it as my pussy dried out like the Sahara.
But this wasn't just hard fucking. Every one of Reagan's thrusts was intentional, determined, and deep. He was trying to feel every inch of inside of me, not just trying to get off as quickly as possible.
He rose up to a kneeling position and firmly gripped my waist, keeping his cock fully inside me the whole time. His abs and biceps flexed with power as he pulled me hard against his pelvis, meeting me in the middle with shallower thrusts.
"Oh my god!" I gasped as his bulbous head pressed right up against my G-spot. Such deep, sweet pleasure filled me to the brim and left me breathless.
Every nerve in my body sparked with fresh, new sensations so intense that my eyes watered and rolled back. He continued ramming into me relentlessly, never letting the buzzing pleasure subside. Every thrust built up the feelings in my body more and more, piling on top of each other like feeding logs to a roaring bonfire.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like I was about to burst open from all the sensitivity, the heat, and how insanely fucking hot, ripped, and dangerous Reagan looked as he fucked me with abandon.
And then I did.
An explosion of pleasure spread from my pussy up to my spine. My vision went dark for a minute and I lost all control of everything. Not just my body but my brain stopped working. I just felt. It was more intense and real than any high I ever had. It wasn’t just my pussy but if my lips, fingertips, and toes could orgasm, they would be too.
“Holy shit.”
Reagan’s voice, gruff and husky came from somewhere in the air around me. I barely knew what was up or down anymore.
My vision returned in just enough time to see him with his cock in his fist, stroking steadily as his chiseled muscles bounced and flexed.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasped. “You’re gonna make me come--”
He cut off his own words with a low groan that bubbled up deep from his belly. His cock jerked one final time before sending out the first ribbon of cum across my stomach.
His face was pure bliss and I watched with fascination as the pleasure wracked through him. I wondered if he felt the same mind-bending sensitivity that I did.
I licked my lips as I looked down at the hot, sexy mess on my chest and belly. Something about seeing his pleasure on my skin amplified everything I just felt and made it real. He looked so hot towering over me, his hands clutching my thighs for support as he sucked in deep breaths, his softening cock resting just above my clit.
With a weary smile, he lowered himself to his elbows next to me on the towel. I barely brushed against his chest and still felt his pulse hammering beneath his skin.
It would have been nice to continue laying there on the beach, relishing in the afterglow while letting the sun kiss our skin. Maybe even a second round of sex on the beach.
But in the distance, I saw something bobbing on the lake surface that made my eyes shoot open.
“Boat!” I shrieked. “Motorboat!”
“Well, if you insist,” Reagan drawled as he nuzzled his head toward the space between my breasts.
“No!” I slapped his shoulder, laughing despite my panic. “There’s a boat out on the water!
They’re standing up and looking at us!”
Reagan’s head snapped away to look.
“Shit!”
In a mad, frantic rush we gathered up everything, including our soaking wet underwear and tried to cover ourselves as we dashed up the hillside to the truck.
The climb seemed longer and more strenuous, probably because of our panic and rigorous activity right before. Voices floated up and bounced off the canyon walls, no doubt the people on the boat talking about what they just saw.
Reagan and I never stopped running until we crashed right up against the side of his truck, panting from effort like we just narrowly escaped certain death.
In the same instant, we looked at each other.
And burst out laughing.
I couldn’t speak for him but my emotions ran so high and bubbled out of my mouth in unstoppable giggles. The sex alone was enough to make me question everything I knew but on top of the panic of being seen, and the ridiculousness of running naked up the hill like the cops were after us, the cocktail of emotions swirled around in my chest until they overflowed.
And having Reagan there.
I couldn’t imagine anyone else laughing right along with me, looking at me with those bright green eyes that made my heart flutter. In this story, he was irreplaceable.
Whatever would happen between us, whether this was a one-time thing or would end up blossoming into something more, I already knew this day would be one of my best and most unforgettable memories.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
REAGAN
I didn't want the day to end.
In just a few short hours, I experienced the full range of human emotions, from the utter fear and despair of losing Pepper for good, to the pure, toe-curling bliss of having her. Truly having her in the purest, most sensual way.
This coming from a guy who's gone skydiving countless times, partied his ass off in Ibiza for weeks and bought the most expensive, exclusive food and alcohol whenever I wanted.
I'd trade all of it just to keep experiencing this day with this woman. No one else had ever made me feel so much, and not just physically. My line of work seemed to turn me into a robot at times but she pumped life back into me.
The fear that clutched at my heart when she didn't surface was like nothing else I ever experienced before. Not even when my own life was in danger. And the relief when I saw she was okay. I could have cried if I wasn't underwater.
And her orgasms, holy shit.
She felt everything so strongly, so purely. I felt it in how her pussy nearly squeezed the life out of my cock and saw it in how her eyes rolled back in her head. She didn't hold anything back and neither did I.
Getting creeped on by a group of fishermen in a boat was just the cherry on top.
I was hooked. Fucking smitten with Pepper.
And I had no idea how to handle it.
My heart fluttered with every smile she shot at me, whether it was shy or naughty.
Unlike other women, she wanted nothing from me and that made me slightly uneasy. I always felt in control knowing I had something that other people wanted. But I knew Pepper wanted absolutely nothing of monetary value and that both made me admire her and feel like an insecure teenager with a massive crush.
If I followed the logical conclusion, all she simply wanted was me. But without my wealth and power, what could I offer to someone as amazing and fearless as her?
You've made a shit ton of money because you're not a dumbass, I reminded myself. You'll figure out a way to keep her around.
The thought both excited and frightened me a little.
Her eyes traveled over my torso shamelessly as we talked and finished our picnic in my truck bed.
I dropped a kiss to her lips in the middle of her saying something. I didn't know what, I was too busy thinking and watching her beautiful mouth move.
As she kissed me back, she brought her hand up my thigh and my dick reached for her like it wanted to hold hands.
Her kisses grew deeper as her palm traveled over my quickly hardening shaft and I slid out of the dry shorts I just put on.
She flashed her wicked grin that I found myself falling in love with, and pushed me down with her soft hands against my chest.
"Feel like taking a ride, cowgirl?" I asked, watching as she worked my shorts off and gasped at my cock when it jumped free.
"Eventually," she replied, staring at my throbbing shaft and licking her lips hungrily.
At the first flick of her tongue against my sensitive head, a shuddering moan escaped my mouth and I closed my eyes to savor the feeling.
Her hand pumped my shaft into rock hardness while her lips and tongue sent me into a frenzy, licking and slurping and sucking the life out of me until I could barely take it anymore.
"You better stop and climb on," I told her in ragged breaths, tapping her on the arm. "You're too fucking good at that."
She blushed through a nervous smile as she straddled my hips but I knew my bad girl was in there.
I sat up to help her out of her shirt, kissing her neck ravenously and pinching those gorgeous nipples into rock hardness again. Just a few minutes of warming up and she was soaking wet again.
I laid back down when she was ready and watched the hottest sight of my life.
She took my concrete shaft, directed it toward her slick, burning hot entrance and slowly lowered herself onto me.
We let out simultaneous moans as she took me inside. Watching my cock slowly disappear into her and all the sensations with it was hotter than any porn I’d ever seen.
Her face grimaced with aching pleasure as she lowered herself fully onto my length. I itched to grab her hips and take control, to see what kind of faces and sounds she would make as I thrust up into her just like I did on the beach.
But I held back. If she wanted some control I could give it to her. Temporarily.
She started moving slowly, just gently rocking of her hips back and forth before picking up speed and intensity. It was like a seductive, sexy dance on a different kind of pole.
“Holy fucking… Oh god, Pepper.”
A string of nonsense erupted from my mouth as I watched and felt her move. She felt so fucking good that my brain stopped working. My hands flew up to support her by her tits as she worked and moved, using me for her own pleasure and I loved every second of it.
“Yes, make yourself come on me,” I growled as her skin heated beneath my fingers. She wailed and clawed across my chest as she started losing control, bringing her pussy down harder until she convulsed around me.
I barely gave her time to recover, just taking those sweet, hard nipples into my mouth before locking my arms around her waist and plunging my cock deep into her still-convulsing pussy.
“Reagan, oh, Reagannn,” she moaned my name weakly which only made me thrust into her harder. “It’s too much...”
“Have you ever felt this good before?” I growled into her ear. “Has any other cock made you come so much?”
I locked her wrists behind her back so she laid flat against my chest as I fucked her. A fierce need washed over me. The need to possess her, protect her. To know I was the only one who made her feel like this.
“No... I, I…”
I loved that I made her unable to speak as much as she did to me. She shuddered against my chest as she licked and kissed at my throat, the only action she could do without her hands.
In the next instant, she shattered around me again, which pulled my release deep inside her. Low groans escaped from deep in my chest and her cries echoed off the hills and trees. Those guys out on the lake somewhere in the boat definitely heard her pleasure.
When she lifted her head off my chest to look at me, her glowing smile matched the sun setting behind the trees. It bathed her face in warm golden and pink light. Only then did I realize we had been out here literally all day.
It felt like only a few minutes.
“Ready to head back?” she asked softly.
Never.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied absently, watching a lock of her dark, rich hair wrap around my finger. It was like a metaphor for how much she affected me now. She had my heart and my cock wrapped around her tongue, her pinky toe, really any appendage she desired.
The drive home was quiet and painfully platonic.
Like a sap, I wanted nothing more than to hold Pepper’s hand in mine. Maybe even feel her head on my shoulder. But every time I glanced at her, she looked out the passenger window and kept her hands folded in her lap.
Although relaxed, her body language told me to give her space. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe it was what I needed too, to get my head back on straight despite my only desire to close the space between us.
“Thank you for today,” she said softly as I pulled up to her house and opened her door for her. “That was really fun.”
“Especially the part where you scared me half to death, right?” I smirked as Bonny tumbled lazily out and padded up to the porch.
“No,” Pepper laughed as her eyes flashed and she reached up to touch my face. “There were other parts a bit more fun than that.”
“Ah.” I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Just a bit. I’ll try harder next time.”
The joy in her giggle was infectious but when I lowered my mouth to hers, she held back the passion she unleashed earlier in the day, returning my kisses with all the politeness and chastity of an eighth-grade date.
I get it. Let’s not get too attached. Let’s have some space to cool off and get our heads level again. But fuck me, I don’t want to.
“Come to the party with me.”
The words tumbled out as if of their own free will.
“Reagan.” Pepper’s lips pursed with tension. She didn’t want to hear about this again. She thought it was put to rest. And I wasn’t going to try again this soon but that was before I got hooked on the taste of her.
“I told you I don’t belong in that kind of environment.” Her voice dripped with frustration.
“Bullshit,” I snapped. “Everyone who lays eyes on you will be just as captivated as me. You showed me today how you’ve conquered land and sea. And dick.”
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