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“ O h . My. God,” Abby whispered under her breath as lust prowled a lazy path through her body.
Panting from excitement, Abby dropped the spicy novel that had been singeing her fingertips—among other body parts—and glanced around the beach cove just outside her cabana. Not that she expected to see or hear anyone in her private nook, but still…
With her heart beating wildly, she jumped from her chaise lounge, and began pacing. Needing something, anything to get her mind off her libido, as well as the erotic scene that she’d just read, she concentrated on the hot sand between her toes.
But she’d rather have a hot man between her legs…
Holy hell, she’d never read about exhibitionism and voyeurism before and had to admit, it damn well excited her. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and worked to regulate her breathing. Her throbbing pussy continued to clamor for a long rigid cock, despite her desperate battle to focus her attention elsewhere. Goddamn, she was so riled up, she was ready to take matters into her own hands.
In an effort to take her mind off her needs, she stalked back to her lounge chair and grabbed her binoculars. After adjusting the black strap around her neck, she scanned the horizon.
“Oh, hell…” Abby murmured to herself as the binoculars slipped from her fingers. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get away from it.
Sex, sex and more sex.
Were the gods testing her, trying her last nerve? If so, they were winning.
Curiosity and need getting the better of her, she sank back down on her chair, readjusted her binoculars and stole another peek at the guy licking his girlfriend’s pussy on the bow of their boat. Goddamn, it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
As her sex throbbed for that kind of attention, her palms itched, aching to take the edge off, using any means possible, even if it meant taking matters into her own hands… and fingers.
Abby let her gaze surf over the cove. Flanked by tall, lush mountains, the Pacific water lapped against the sandy shore a few feet away from her chair. All was quiet and private, just as Mr. Malik had promised. This beach area was hers and hers alone. A secluded spot to sunbathe, read, swim or even delve into a little masturbation if she wanted to.
She was pretty damn sure she wanted to.
She might be a good girl with a mapped-out future, but that certainly didn’t mean she didn’t have needs. Needs that had been neglected for far too long.
Unable to fight the inevitable any longer, she ran her hands over her breasts, taking the time to tease her engorged nipples before moving lower to her new bikini bottoms. Pulling on the small yellow band, she slipped her fingers inside and brushed the pad of her thumb over her wet pussy.
“Mmm,” she moaned under her breath as desire resonated through her. No longer able to ignore her cravings, she spasmed with need, realizing it had been far too long since she’d taken personal care of her desires. Far too long, indeed.
Warmth spread over her skin as raw desire seared her insides. Heck, she’d had no idea that she had such voyeuristic tendencies until she’d read that spicy novel and caught that couple having sex.
Returning her focus to her swollen clit, she caressed it lightly, stoking the fire inside her as the sun beat down on her libidinous body. “Oh, damn…” she murmured. The scent of her arousal impregnated the air and mingled with the provocative aroma of sand and surf. The combination raised her passion to new heights.
Abby rolled her tongue around her suddenly dry mouth, her thoughts taking her in a tantalizing direction. Completely caught up in pleasuring herself, she lifted her hips from the chaise to push two long fingers inside her hot sex. She pumped in and out as her palm applied the perfect amount of pressure to her engorged clit. She sucked in a tight breath. Her sex muscles began clenching around her fingers, her blood began boiling with
“ O h . My. God,” Abby whispered under her breath as lust prowled a lazy path through her body.
Panting from excitement, Abby dropped the spicy novel that had been singeing her fingertips—among other body parts—and glanced around the beach cove just outside her cabana. Not that she expected to see or hear anyone in her private nook, but still…
With her heart beating wildly, she jumped from her chaise lounge, and began pacing. Needing something, anything to get her mind off her libido, as well as the erotic scene that she’d just read, she concentrated on the hot sand between her toes.
But she’d rather have a hot man between her legs…
Holy hell, she’d never read about exhibitionism and voyeurism before and had to admit, it damn well excited her. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and worked to regulate her breathing. Her throbbing pussy continued to clamor for a long rigid cock, despite her desperate battle to focus her attention elsewhere. Goddamn, she was so riled up, she was ready to take matters into her own hands.
In an effort to take her mind off her needs, she stalked back to her lounge chair and grabbed her binoculars. After adjusting the black strap around her neck, she scanned the horizon.
“Oh, hell…” Abby murmured to herself as the binoculars slipped from her fingers. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get away from it.
Sex, sex and more sex.
Were the gods testing her, trying her last nerve? If so, they were winning.
Curiosity and need getting the better of her, she sank back down on her chair, readjusted her binoculars and stole another peek at the guy licking his girlfriend’s pussy on the bow of their boat. Goddamn, it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
As her sex throbbed for that kind of attention, her palms itched, aching to take the edge off, using any means possible, even if it meant taking matters into her own hands… and fingers.
Abby let her gaze surf over the cove. Flanked by tall, lush mountains, the Pacific water lapped against the sandy shore a few feet away from her chair. All was quiet and private, just as Mr. Malik had promised. This beach area was hers and hers alone. A secluded spot to sunbathe, read, swim or even delve into a little masturbation if she wanted to.
She was pretty damn sure she wanted to.
She might be a good girl with a mapped-out future, but that certainly didn’t mean she didn’t have needs. Needs that had been neglected for far too long.
Unable to fight the inevitable any longer, she ran her hands over her breasts, taking the time to tease her engorged nipples before moving lower to her new bikini bottoms. Pulling on the small yellow band, she slipped her fingers inside and brushed the pad of her thumb over her wet pussy.
“Mmm,” she moaned under her breath as desire resonated through her. No longer able to ignore her cravings, she spasmed with need, realizing it had been far too long since she’d taken personal care of her desires. Far too long, indeed.
Warmth spread over her skin as raw desire seared her insides. Heck, she’d had no idea that she had such voyeuristic tendencies until she’d read that spicy novel and caught that couple having sex.
Returning her focus to her swollen clit, she caressed it lightly, stoking the fire inside her as the sun beat down on her libidinous body. “Oh, damn…” she murmured. The scent of her arousal impregnated the air and mingled with the provocative aroma of sand and surf. The combination raised her passion to new heights.
Abby rolled her tongue around her suddenly dry mouth, her thoughts taking her in a tantalizing direction. Completely caught up in pleasuring herself, she lifted her hips from the chaise to push two long fingers inside her hot sex. She pumped in and out as her palm applied the perfect amount of pressure to her engorged clit. She sucked in a tight breath. Her sex muscles began clenching around her fingers, her blood began boiling with
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