by Ella James
She rubs her ass against my dick. “I’m not…your baby.”
I reach around and unfasten her jeans button, yank the zipper down and reach inside. I flatten my palm over her mound. I’m so jacked up I can barely see straight but I have to take this slow. Can’t just dip inside.
“I want you.”
“This is crazy,” she says.
I clasp her hip with my left hand and curl the pointer finger of my right hand, dragging over her soft, hot, panty-covered flesh.
The waves knock the boat into gentle rocking as we creep toward the shore. My finger slides down toward her slit. She gasps.
I can feel her wetness through cotton.
“I want to slip inside you. Not my dick. My finger.”
I hear her blow her breath out and I lift the elastic of her panties. I work my hand inside—palm rough against her moist skin. My finger strokes over her puffy flesh, glides into the silky moisture of her slit. She sags against me.
“Hate you…”
I glide my fingertip through her wetness, stroking down toward her core. She rocks against me, gasps. I rub my thumb over her clit, urging my middle finger down, inside.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Fuck,” she echoes.
I curl my finger, push it deeper, until I feel her G-spot. She leans against the steering console, and I bite her neck. I stroke her clit. “I want to taste you. I would love to taste you.”
“I’d…hate that!”
“I want to see you hate it. Turn around. Like this.” I drag my hand out of her, guide her hips so she’s facing me. Her mouth hangs slightly open as I work her jeans and panties to her knees.
I’m thrilled to find her just as brilliant red as I had hoped.
“So beautiful.”
I run my finger over her tight curls. I part her lips with reverence, inhaling deeply her sweet scent. I touch my mouth down on her as my finger works its way inside. She grabs onto my shoulders, sinks down onto me. I balance her on my arm and guide her to the boat’s floor, damp with sea spray.
I pump my finger in and out. With the tip of my tongue, I trace her up and down.
“Oh fuck! Oh God!”
“Come for me. Take your time, but you will come for me.”
I slide a second finger in and am rewarded by a ragged gasp. She’s clutching my elbow, gritting her teeth, clenching her spread legs against my sides.
She tastes sweet, and I devour her like island fruit.
“Oh God… Oh no… Yes. Oh…fuck… Oh yes.”
Her hips rock up to meet my mouth. My tongue rolls gently, softly over her.
“That feels so good.”
I push my fingers in as far as they will go.
“So full…” she gasps.
I’m not surprised at all when she jerks her hips up off the floor and comes with a guttural shriek.
But I’m shocked that I come with her.
Chapter Four
RED
I fall back to earth in pieces, with the rain. Cold, hard rain. Stinging rain. He pulls my pants and underwear up and lifts me underneath my ass and back, putting me over his shoulder like one might a child. I open my bleary eyes and realize that we’re touching sand. The boat sits sideways on the shore, knocked here by the tide.
He grabs my bag. My purse. I cannot move. Can only stare. The trees are tall and mossy. Thick. Untouched.
I don’t know if I think the dark, overgrown forest just beyond the beach is beautiful or frightening. But I’m here.
I’m here, and the rain is falling harder every second.
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