I kept one hand on his broad chest and the other went down to his pants. Oh god, his cock was growing for me. I wanted him to put it inside of me, even if people could see us on the sandy beach. As far as I was concerned, it was worth it.
Quickly, both of us were nude, and in less than a minute, he had me on my back.
“Hurry,” I panted, spreading my legs, begging him with my eyes.
“Not so fast, sweet thing. Oh shit, oh shit!”
Because I was literally rubbing my tiny hole along his shaft then, coating him with my wetness. And the man couldn’t resist. Within two seconds, he was in me deep, both of us moaning with excitement.
“Fuck, how do you do this to me?” he ground out against my neck. I merely split my legs wider, pulling him in even further.
“Oh Josh,” was my moan. “Oh god, yes.”
But the alpha’s a wily one because Josh fucked me until I was very close, but before I could have my climax, he pulled out. I gasped, eyes wide and wondering, my hole so empty.
He grinned, rubbing the tip of his wet cock against my puffy folds and making me mewl.
“Roll over,” was that harsh command.
I obeyed right away. Oh god, this was so good, being thrown around at his whim. My bottom trembled, clenching and unclenching in anticipation. Was he going to spank me again?
But no, once he had my ass propped in the air the way he wanted, he reentered my pussy and returned to giving me the ecstasy that I was becoming addicted to.
Grabbing my hair, Josh tugged it lightly while massaging and pinching my ass, growling like a beast as he rode me from behind. I raised my head, panting desperately as I was drilled from behind.
Suddenly, Josh released his grip on my hair, placing both hands on my ass.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” was his grunt.
“Yes, yes,” was my cry. “But fuck me harder!”
And Josh obliged. He did as I wanted, and I gave him what he wanted. Just as I seized up, pussy pulsing and clamping, the man grunted and shot hot semen into my welcoming pussy. I screamed again, each vaginal contraction pulling the semen in deeper, so hot and so good.
Finally, the man pulled out slowly, falling onto onto the blanket beside me. We stared at each other, eyes wide as our bodies relaxed. What was going on? The first time had been a one off. But now that it’d happened again, was there something more?
Josh was just as confused as me.
“I guess we should head on back in,” he said gruffly, broad chest gleaming with sweat.
“Probably,” I murmured, making to get up and suddenly self-conscious of my giant breasts and aching cunt.
We quickly got dressed and wobbled over to the beach house unsteadily. Although no words were exchanged, it was clear that both of us were utterly confused and yet aroused as hell. Because what in the world was going on?
Because the sex had been incredible. He was huge, the answer to every woman’s dream. And yet there was something exciting too. A dominant edge. The command in that deep growl that made shivers run down my spine. I fell into bed alone, contemplating this crooked path.
Because even two days ago, I wanted nothing to do with the man. But now, all bets were off. Plus, what else was I missing when it came to Joshua? If I was so wrong about how compatible we were sexually, what else might I have been wrong about?
Chapter 9
Joshua’s Aggressive Shower Session
I woke up fucking confused. The sex with Naomi was incredible, and it was undoubtedly the best I’d ever had before. But what the hell was going on? Only three days before, we weren’t even talking to each other.
But not it seemed that everything was different. Sure, we’d known each other for decades, but there’d been no communication. And now that we were finally talking, I enjoyed it. I had fun with her while we went out shopping, as strange as it was to admit that to myself. She wasn’t just a cool chick to hang out with, but she was down-to-earth. The only time we talked about my money was in jest, and I guess it felt different because her family had just as much as mine.
It also helped that her pussy was absolutely perfect. It was tight, succulent, with that special suction that keeps a man hard for a real long time. I’d had girls much younger than Naomi, but nothing that compared to what she had to offer. The brunette was so fucking hot, and I was honestly baffled that this hadn’t happened earlier.
I called my best mate, Weston. Whenever I was really confused and needed help or to vent, Weston was my man. He was intelligent and always gave me good advice.
“Yo,” my buddy said. “What’s up?”
Unlike the usual recalcitrant me, the words actually flowed like a waterfall. I relayed to him just what was going on and the conflict in my soul.
By the end of my ranting, he sounded tired. “Well, it’s still messed up that your folks are even telling you that you have to marry her or you’re cut off. That’s so fucked up.”
My answering grunt was ruthless.
“I can’t keep thinking about my parents, or I’m going to end up trashing this beach house,” was my reply. “It’s messed up, but I don’t know. I never really thought I’d end up settling down at all. I thought you and I’d be bachelors together forever.”
“Hey dude, I’m not afraid to settle down,” protested Weston. “I’m just not in the mood to yet. I’m having too much fun, man. Why give that up early?”
“I’ve been having fun too, dude. That’s the problem.”
Weston paused for a moment.
“Are you sure you’ve been having fun, Josh? I know I have, but that’s me. You were really happy when you were with Vanessa.”
I laughed shortly. “Like that matters.”
Weston continued.
“I know, she’s a dumb bitch who cheated on you,” he said, “but just saying. I think you’re confused man. You think you’re a playboy, but deep down, I think you’re a relationship guy. Does that make sense?”
I sputtered.
“No,” was my retort. “It doesn’t.”
Weston sighed.
“You just need to come to grips with how you really feel,” my buddy rumbled. “And don’t run away from the truth. Once you know how you feel, admit it to yourself and do something about it.”
What the hell? Was this some kind of therapy session? But I nodded even though he couldn’t see.
“I’m with you, man, this just—all of this scares me.”
Weston chuckled mirthlessly.
“Hey, if my parents threatened to cut me off and screw with my trust, I’d be fucking scared too, man.”
“It’s not just that,” I protested. “I’ve never put this much thought or time into one chick. And, it’s Naomi. It’s just weird. I don’t know how I feel.”
A pause.
“Maybe you’re scared because you actually like her,” were his slow words.
I nipped that thought in the bud immediately.
“No, that’s stupid.”
But Weston persisted.
“Is it? Maybe you’re afraid because you know that it could be right with her. You’ve known her like your whole life, your families are tight obviously, and you’ve said she’s cool. I don’t know. Be open-minded, dude.”
A grunt was my only answer because what could I say? We got off the phone, and I shook my head. Fuck. That conversation just made things even more confusing.
Walking down the hall, the sounds of the shower hit my ears. It must be Naomi washing off the sand from the night before.
I stopped for a moment, imagining that an intrusion might possibly be unwelcome. But after what we’d done together so far, there was no more modesty.
Quietly, I opened the door. Her silhouette was curvy and lush behind the shower curtain. Even the vague distortion of her body was still sexy. I undressed, staring at that image the whole time. My dick grew hard just thinking about what I wanted to do to her.
And without warning, I pulled the curtain back and stepped into th
e shower.
“Oh god!” screamed Naomi. “You scared me!”
She was covering her body up with her hands. Her coyness, along with the drops of water going down her naked body, turned me completely solid.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked accusingly.
I grabbed her hands again, moving them away from her private areas. Seeing them fully, wet and glistening, was a gift. This woman was the closest thing to an angel. Her beauty and her raw sexuality were so evident that it angered me to know that I’d wasted so many years of showers we could’ve shared together.
I pulled her into me, pulling her against my hard dick. I wanted her to feel it, to know how much I wanted her. She didn’t even need to touch me or put me in her mouth. I was ready to take.
And to my surprise, Naomi mewled softly, rubbing those hot curves against my hardness. And then with a sweet smile, she turned around and bent over, bobbling that lush ass upwards. The girl turned, shooting me a coy look over her shoulder.
“Is this what you want?” she murmured, cupping one big boob in her hand before corkscrewing off the nipple. “Like this, big guy?”
And pleased, I went with the animal within. I took her ass in my hands and gave it a powerful smack. She moaned with agony as well as ecstasy.
“Mmm, what was that for?” was her mewl. “A little harder than usual.”
“That’s for all the times you gave me attitude when we were growing up.”
I slapped her ass again, drawing out another moan.
“That’s for being too damn good at taking my dick.”
I spanked her tight ass again, wondering what it’d feel like if I entered it.
“That’s for storming off at lunch the other day.”
I hit both ass cheeks this time, drawing out a pleasurable squeal with each smack.
“That was just because you’re such a fucking whore, taking my dick the way you do.”
Naomi mewled again, hands braced against the tub edge. But instead of being offended, the girl merely wiggled her ass again, both holes winking and blinking.
“Am I a whore?” she purred, catching my gaze with her eyes. “If so, then I’m your whore, Josh. Use my body for your pleasure. Use me and make me your personal slut.”
And oh shit, oh shit, the Dom in me rose then. Because this was the best kind of sub … and the turnabout was completely unexpected.
Chapter 10
Naomi Lost In Thought
I anticipated another spanking from him, hoping for it even. But he didn’t give it to me.
Instead, the alpha slid his slippery, hard cock inside of me and fucked me hard and fucked me fast. He gripped my hair tightly, scalp tingling as my pussy pulsed around him. Oh god, with the force of his cock pounding into my body, I would be coming soon.
But before I could explode, Josh turned me around and picked me up. We kissed, feeling the water hit our backs. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was responding to him differently than I had with any other man before him. I was so incredibly turned on. I just wanted him to fuck me hard against the wall and fill me up with his warm jism.
As we kissed and he moved toward the wall, I became even more aroused just processing how he got inside the shower without me asking. Josh did just what he wanted, and the dominance turned me on. I just wanted his dick to fill me up and for heavenly sweet cream to spurt into my pussy.
He slammed me against the wall and slowly eased his huge cock back into me. I could feel it stretching my tight cunt, the walls gripping him lovingly. Oh god, it felt so good.
He fucked me hard against the wall as I ran my hands all over his body, savoring the chiseled abs and hard slabs of pec. We went like animals, the shower hot and steamy yet a total turn on.
I expected him to empty his load at any moment, growling and cursing as semen pumped from his balls. It felt so right. I wanted it, anticipating the heavy, sticky spunk. And yet it didn’t happen.
“Are you ever going to come?” I eventually panted.
“When I’m ready to,” he rasped.
The alpha kissed my ear tenderly then, nibbling it as he continually thrust into me. Just as I was about collapse from exhaustion, he finally gave me what I wanted. Although it rendered my shower somewhat useless, I didn’t care. I wanted him to dirty me with his thick jism. And with all the buildup, the man had a lot to give.
“Fuck!” he cried, dick twitching and jerking in my sweetest spot. “Fuck fuck!”
Josh filled me up so nicely that I could feel the fluid leaking out between our bodies, hot and salty. Mmmm. So yummy.
And finally, when we were done, the man pulled his thick shaft out, coated in a mix of pussy cream and hot jism. At that moment, another stream of hot fluid ran from my cunt, the evidence of his desire. And yet I wanted it. With a finger, I reached down, testing the trail of fluid as Josh stared hungrily. Lifting it to my lips, I winked at him while tasting his sperm.
“Delicious,” was my purr. “Absolutely delicious.”
But after the shower was over, we didn’t cuddle or do anything even remotely romantic. Instead, I wanted to walk on the beach alone and get my thoughts in order.
Because I didn’t want to give in to my parents’ unreasonable demands, but I didn’t want to be left with nowhere else to go either. Plus, my feelings about Joshua were also all over the place. At this point, I didn’t know what to think.
So reaching for my phone, I called my confidante and best friend. Fortunately, Autmn picked up quickly.
“What up?” was her inquiring tone.
“I’m just freaking out about life,” was my glum reply.
“What in particular?” she wondered.
“I’m having crazy thoughts, and I need you to help keep me sane while I ramble.”
She laughed.
“Go for it, what’s on your mind?”
“Well, I’m starting to think that maybe I could do this,” were my slow words.
“Do what?” she asked, puzzled.
“I think I’m starting to feel more open to the idea of marrying Joshua,” I blurted.
“Whoa, what?” Autumn asked, surprised.
“I know,” was my miserable comment. “I know I said that I wanted to stick up for myself against my parents. I’ve been speaking my mind a lot more outside of all of this. But it’s been a weird past couple of days.”
“How?” she asked, and I filled her in on what had gone on with him and me since we’d talked last.
“Hmm,” was all Autumn said in return, thinking.
“Yeah, and the fact that I’m as confused as I am scares the shit out of me,” I said.
“It sounds like you might have actual feelings for him,” she said wryly.
“But I don’t even really know him,” was my plaintive response. “How could I like Josh? How could I marry him? Things are so mixed up.”
“Well, you two have known each other your whole lives practically,” said Autumn reasonably. “If you just keep at it and keep getting to know him, maybe you’ll find that he really could be a good husband for you.”
Holy cow. That seemed impossible just two days ago, and yet now it sounded okay.
“Do you really think so?” came my small voice.
“You always say that you’re looking for your Prince Charming,” she reminded me. “You’re waiting and waiting and waiting. And maybe this is it. This whole situation is bananas. It’s insane, but maybe this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for. Who knows?”
Hmm. Mumbling my thanks, I hung up. Because was Autumn right? I’d always dreamed of the usual courtship experience. Going out on a few dates before settling into a relationship with a nice boy. Dating for years, and maybe moving in together before we got engaged. And then a big white wedding with both sets of parents beaming.
Well, at least the parents part of the dream would come true. But everything else had been turned on its head. Instead of a “nice boy,” I had Josh with his animalistic ways and ruthless masculini
ty. Nor was this dating where you went to the movies and ate popcorn together. This was steamy, raw, sensual sex where we connected on the physical level. But the emotional? I wasn’t sure. So what was going to happen? All I knew was that our time in the Hamptons was almost up … and we had no answers yet.
Chapter 11
Joshua Makes Breakfast
I was shocked that I’d been able to fall asleep with all the stuff that was plaguing my mind. Yet after a swift eight hours, I woke up early that next morning to make breakfast for Naomi and myself.
Yes. I was making breakfast for a woman.
By the time I’d finished scrambling the eggs, getting the bacon and sausage ready, and frying the hash browns, I could hear her phone’s alarm chime. Pouring a huge glass of milk, I carried both our meals up the stairs and knocked on her door.
“Come in,” she said groggily. “I’m up.”
I entered her room. Naomi was still under a huge comforter, her curvy form obscured.
“What’s this?” she asked, puzzled.
“I’m bringing you breakfast in bed,” I said. “I’m glad you’re still in bed.”
“Wow,” she said with genuine surprise. “Thanks, Joshua.”
“You’re welcome,” was my quiet rumble.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and we ate together. It was peaceful actually, and really nice. We ate quietly, savoring the food.
“This is really good,” she said with a mouthful of egg.
“I tried,” was my wry smile.
“Wait a minute,” she said slowly. “Was this your way to try and get more sex?”
That made me laugh.
“No. I honestly just wanted to do something nice. Should I take the food back?”
“No,” she said playfully, hugging the plate. “Mine.”
I was almost finished with my breakfast, although Naomi was only halfway through hers. Figures. I’d been shoveling my food down my gullet.
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