Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

his heart, which got tugged on at the most unexpected moments. When she smiled at him. When she got embarrassed over something. When she laughed.

Mmm, God, her mouth. So wet. So sweet, how she let him thrust into it, fucking it. “Ah, baby,” he murmured, leaning his head back in ecstasy.

Dangerous.

The word darted through his head like a warning.

His feelings for her were dangerous, because he was starting to care. Too much. God, watching her leave in a few days would be difficult. One more good reason not to get attached to women. The ones you get attached to always leave.

Damn it, stop this, he lectured himself as he French-kissed her clit, circling it with the tip of tongue. She cried out with pleasure, so he did it again, making her pant and tremble. This was too fucking good to mess it up with worry, so he banished all thoughts from his mind except the here and now, her wet cunt, her warm mouth, those spectacular breasts that wrapped around his cock so soft and tight.

“Again,” she whimpered, begging him, so he whirled his tongue over her prettily swollen clit, relishing her moan, relishing the way she began moving against him, fucking his mouth as he fucked hers.

The electricity in his veins sizzled with the knowledge that she would come soon. Again. God, how many times had he gotten her off since they’d reached the hotel? Three? Four? She was an orgasmic little thing, that was for sure, and making her come filled him with an unadulterated bliss he couldn’t even understand.

Her pussy pushed hard at him and he mouthed her, using tongue and lips and teeth, getting lost in the lush wetness of her, lost in her hot whimpers and moans, until finally she was crying out, driving her clit between his lips—hard, harder, hardest—soaking him in the warm joy of her climax. Before it was through, she was screaming, writhing, growling with wild pleasure, drenching his face with her sweet honey, pushing him close to orgasm himself. He’d always prided himself on great staying power, but damn, sometimes this girl made him so crazy that it altered his control.

At the moment, he needed to take control—his body was humming with the need for action, the driving urge to thrust.

Withdrawing his cock from the heaven of her mouth, he turned her over, stomach down, kneeling between her spread thighs. When he began to massage her pretty little ass, lightly pink from the sun—because his sensual application of sunscreen there didn’t come ‘til after fucking and fried chicken—she lifted it toward him, giving him a perfect view of her tiny asshole and the bare slit underneath. He let his cock slide through the crack of her ass, the same as if he were fucking her breasts. She moved against it, moaning lightly.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded softly.

She did as he asked, though she tossed him a wary look over her shoulder. It was a new position for them, but he knew she could take it.

Placing his hands at her hips, he leaned the tip of his erection against her slit, pushing gently. The head entered her, and they both moaned, but when he pushed again, he met a roadblock.

Fuck, she’d tensed up, probably from the new position. And since he knew her pussy could take him, he also knew he could thrust his way in, but he didn’t want to risk hurting her, so instead he turned to his new secret weapon—the one he’d discovered by accident today on the boat. Her tight little asshole. Touch her anywhere even close to it and it multiplied her excitement—infinitely, it seemed. Her sensitive little anus had given him entry on the boat, and again, after their shower. Since then, they’d ordered and eaten a pizza, naked—another novelty that had made her giggle—and they’d indulged in lots of touching and oral play, but apparently the break in actual penetration had given her the chance to tighten up again.

Reaching under his cock, he swept his fingertips through her wet cunt, rubbing the juice from her pussy in small circles directly on her asshole.

“Oh! Oh God!” That quick, she bucked against him and his shaft drove deeper into her.

That was all he needed, but he wanted more—wanted to see how thoroughly he could thrill her. Wetting his fingers in her cunt once more, he repeated the circular motion on her anal opening, making her cry out and drive her pussy against him, taking him deeper still, just before he eased the tip of his middle finger inside her ass.

“Oh God! What are you doing?”

She sounded frantic with excitement, sending a flood of heat through him as he began to slide his hard cock in and out of her, edging his finger into her tight fissure just a little farther. “I’m playing with your asshole,” he said on half a laugh. God, he loved her naïveté. More than that, he loved taking it away.

“Unh,” she moaned, deep and loud. “That feels so…so…”

He pushed his finger farther, in time with the thrusts of his shaft in her warm, wet pussy, until it was buried to the first knuckle.

“Mmm, God, it’s incredible.”

“I love that,” he breathed. “And I wish I could fuck you there, baby, wish I could cram my cock into this tight little hole.” With that, he drove his finger still deeper, making her whimper and moan and fuck him even harder.

“I wish you could, too. But…mmm, your finger is…oh God!…wonderful.”

Her asshole clenched around his finger each time she pumped her cunt against him. She cried out with each thrust of his super-stiff shaft, her sobs like sweet erotic music to his ears.

His balls and cock spasmed, seeming to draw his whole body into a tight, ready-to-explode knot. God, she made him crazy, made his cock wild, made him… “Ah, baby, here I come for you! Here I come!”

They filled the air with hot moans as he released his sperm deep in her