molded to the front of him. A deep ticking sensation started in her core and grew until it pushed along her wrists and neck.
“I loved it.” He lifted his head, his eyes locked on to hers. “I love you. I will always love you.”
She shifted her hips and pressed down, his cock sliding into her tightness. She let out a groan, wondering how the hell she could be so tight again after their long night of love-making.
He slid his hands down to cup her butt as he began to work himself into her.
“I love you too. Just keep telling me. I’m a needy bitch.” She smiled and kissed him softly as they panted against each other’s mouths.
The conversation was over as he gripped her ass tightly, pulling it up and down, working himself with her body. Nothing could be sexier. She held on to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as a fire started from the friction. She arched her back, giving him more room to thrust into her as she let out a long cry.
“Mmmmm… scream for me.” He pressed his teeth against the top of her breasts, Beth letting out another scream from the pleasure of it. How he could bring her to come so fast was beyond her, but she worked herself against him, helping the moment to last as long as it could.
She relaxed against him, pressing her cheek to his chest as she hugged him.
He slowed his assault and pulled out of her. Jerking her head up, she pinned him with a questioning stare. “Did you come?”
“No, baby. I want to go back to the bedroom and spend the night buried inside of you again. I just needed to reassure you that every bit of this, including my heart, belongs to you. Let’s grab our clothes and go find a bed to ruin?”
She laughed and slid down the front of him as she nodded. “That’s a great idea. Do you think it’s a bad thing that sex seems to be our love language?”
“No clue what that is, but I’m not thinking it’s anything but good. Sex is almost everyone’s love language in some sense. Love of self or another.” He took her hand and walked out of the water with her, bending over and handing her the pretty dress she left sitting on the sand.
She moved back, watching him closely as she pulled it up her legs and over her stomach and breasts.
He was magnificent, the moonlight accentuating the swell of his muscular frame. He turned and she reached for his cock, the thick member standing at attention, swollen and deliciously hard.
“How the hell did I end up so lucky?” She stroked him once, tugging him toward her with her hold on him.
He laughed and pulled her close. “I’m the lucky one. Let’s get dressed before that gaggle of girls comes running down the beach and I have to tuck myself away inside of the closest thing I can find.”
“Are you referring to me?” She scoffed and stroked him a few more times, petting his arousal and thinking of all of the things she wanted to do with it.
“I was.” He leaned in and nipped at her lips. “You’re the only place I want to be.”
“Then let’s go and I’ll open up for you.” She licked at his mouth, reaching around him to caress his ass.
“Oh yeah? You gonna let me devirginize you tonight?” He lifted an eyebrow and squeezed her hips, rolling his and pressing into her hand between them.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe’s good enough for me. I’m the chief negotiator for the firm. I think this maybe might just be the yes I was looking for.” He chuckled as she swatted his ass and moved back, tugging her dress back into place.
There wasn’t a part of her body she didn’t want him to touch. Tonight was just the beginning of her willingness to let him explore. It was about trust, which was starting to grow deep inside of her. Kent wasn’t like her father. Damon wasn’t either.
Time to give them the opportunity to just let each of them be who they were and not some bastardized version of who she expected them to be.
“Come on, baby.” Damon reached for her hand, fully dressed and sporting a naughty
“I loved it.” He lifted his head, his eyes locked on to hers. “I love you. I will always love you.”
She shifted her hips and pressed down, his cock sliding into her tightness. She let out a groan, wondering how the hell she could be so tight again after their long night of love-making.
He slid his hands down to cup her butt as he began to work himself into her.
“I love you too. Just keep telling me. I’m a needy bitch.” She smiled and kissed him softly as they panted against each other’s mouths.
The conversation was over as he gripped her ass tightly, pulling it up and down, working himself with her body. Nothing could be sexier. She held on to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as a fire started from the friction. She arched her back, giving him more room to thrust into her as she let out a long cry.
“Mmmmm… scream for me.” He pressed his teeth against the top of her breasts, Beth letting out another scream from the pleasure of it. How he could bring her to come so fast was beyond her, but she worked herself against him, helping the moment to last as long as it could.
She relaxed against him, pressing her cheek to his chest as she hugged him.
He slowed his assault and pulled out of her. Jerking her head up, she pinned him with a questioning stare. “Did you come?”
“No, baby. I want to go back to the bedroom and spend the night buried inside of you again. I just needed to reassure you that every bit of this, including my heart, belongs to you. Let’s grab our clothes and go find a bed to ruin?”
She laughed and slid down the front of him as she nodded. “That’s a great idea. Do you think it’s a bad thing that sex seems to be our love language?”
“No clue what that is, but I’m not thinking it’s anything but good. Sex is almost everyone’s love language in some sense. Love of self or another.” He took her hand and walked out of the water with her, bending over and handing her the pretty dress she left sitting on the sand.
She moved back, watching him closely as she pulled it up her legs and over her stomach and breasts.
He was magnificent, the moonlight accentuating the swell of his muscular frame. He turned and she reached for his cock, the thick member standing at attention, swollen and deliciously hard.
“How the hell did I end up so lucky?” She stroked him once, tugging him toward her with her hold on him.
He laughed and pulled her close. “I’m the lucky one. Let’s get dressed before that gaggle of girls comes running down the beach and I have to tuck myself away inside of the closest thing I can find.”
“Are you referring to me?” She scoffed and stroked him a few more times, petting his arousal and thinking of all of the things she wanted to do with it.
“I was.” He leaned in and nipped at her lips. “You’re the only place I want to be.”
“Then let’s go and I’ll open up for you.” She licked at his mouth, reaching around him to caress his ass.
“Oh yeah? You gonna let me devirginize you tonight?” He lifted an eyebrow and squeezed her hips, rolling his and pressing into her hand between them.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe’s good enough for me. I’m the chief negotiator for the firm. I think this maybe might just be the yes I was looking for.” He chuckled as she swatted his ass and moved back, tugging her dress back into place.
There wasn’t a part of her body she didn’t want him to touch. Tonight was just the beginning of her willingness to let him explore. It was about trust, which was starting to grow deep inside of her. Kent wasn’t like her father. Damon wasn’t either.
Time to give them the opportunity to just let each of them be who they were and not some bastardized version of who she expected them to be.
“Come on, baby.” Damon reached for her hand, fully dressed and sporting a naughty
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