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

“I want you to come in my mouth. I want to do that for you. I want to feel you explode in there. I want to swallow your semen.”

Her words nearly took his breath, but she didn’t notice, clamping her lips warm and close around his stiff cock and sucking deep with each stroke. Pleasure buffeted him, wrenching deep moans from his gut.

The bliss urged his eyes shut as he leaned his head back, drinking in the all-encompassing sensations, but he wanted to watch her, needed to watch her, so he forced them back open. Her lips, sinking down on him again and again, had gone pale from their efforts, and it aroused him even further to think of them being stretched the way her pussy had been, to think she felt his dick going in and out of her mouth with that much intensity. Her eyes were wild—passionate green orbs that turned her expression into one more like a jungle cat than a naïve angel. Her body curved out behind her, all round flesh and deepening tan lines that turned her exotic, erotic. He wished like hell he could reach her, touch her, run his hands over those smooth curves—but she’d made it clear that right now was all about his cock and her mouth, nothing else.

He thrust his erection, breathing, “Yes, baby,” as he watched it burrow deeper between her lips, as he watched her work harder and harder on him, a heated beauty intent on getting as much of his cock inside her mouth as possible, and at the moment, the only thing she had in common with an angel was that she was taking him to heaven.

Inside him, beads of pleasure gathered, fusing tighter and tighter in his cock, his balls, spreading up through his stomach into his chest. “Soon, baby,” he murmured as he began falling into the oblivion that struck just before coming. Velvet lips. His shaft deep, deep in her mouth, her throat. Her soft, warm throat. Swallow me.

“Oh God, here I come, angel. Here I come for you!”

She never eased her sucking motions as he shot into the hot depths of her mouth, and it seemed to double his pleasure, making him cry out as he came. He watched—felt—her sucking the fluid out of him, sucking him dry as burst after burst filled her. God, she was amazing.

As the pulsations faded, she slowly released him from her warm mouth, remnants of his fluid at the corners of her lips. Darting her tongue out as she met his gaze, she licked them away and swallowed, looking as if she’d experienced this a thousand times before. He loved knowing she hadn’t. She hadn’t actually told him she’d never done that for Jon, but he knew without asking, instinctively—he knew everything between them was new.

“How was it?” he asked.

She bit her lip, looking thoughtful. “Sweet. And…a little bit overwhelming, but in a good way.” She smiled and added, “How was it for you?”

He let out a satiated sigh. “Beyond incredible. Thank you, angel.”

She kissed the tip of his cock in reply, then glanced down playfully. “I think the fish liked it, too.”

* * * * *

They slept in the next morning, showered together—washing off each other’s body paint—and ordered room service. While waiting for it to arrive, Carrie slipped into the bathroom to put on her bikini and Chris put on his shorts and stepped out on the balcony to greet another perfect, sunny Key West day.

As he braced his arms on the railing and looked out over the vast blue waters, he thought back to the moment he’d first awakened, finding his naked, daisy-laden angel in his arms. Once upon a time—pretty recently, in fact—he’d thought this ocean and this island were all he needed to be happy. Everything else was icing—the women, the sex, the endless parties—but the sun and water, and the laid-back attitudes of the Conch Republic were what made him happy at his core.

Now he began to wonder—against his will—if something else was required. If waking up without her was going to make him feel empty inside.

Just then, the door opened and she came out, scraps of leopard print stretching over her stunning curves. He noticed she’d worn her bralette underneath, so that tiny spangles and baubles dangled beneath her breasts.

“You look good enough to eat,” he told her.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

He offered a light laugh as he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her close enough that her chest and stomach grazed his. His cock began to perk to life in his shorts. “You were amazing last night, angel.”

She lifted a small, warm kiss to his lips. “Like I said, you inspire me.”

At that moment, he heard another door open to his right and looked up to see an attractive couple exiting onto the balcony that sat perpendicular to Carrie’s. The hot blonde draped her shapely body with a silky blue chemise that fell halfway down her thighs and showed off the points of her nipples through the shiny fabric. The outer curves of her breasts were revealed by the slinky nightgown, as well. The dark-haired, well-built guy wore snug black shorts that showed off his muscular arms, chest, and legs.

“Oh, hey, guys,” Carrie said, looking over.

“Good morning,” the guy said. “Or is it afternoon? I’ve lost track.”

Carrie laughed. “Don’t worry. It’s morning for us, too—no matter what time it might really be.” Then she introduced them. “Chris, this is Cole and Amy, the couple I told you about.” Ah, the newlyweds who got off on being watched. His cock stiffened even more at the thought.

After they exchanged short hellos, Amy said, “You must be Carrie’s hot guy with the boat.”

Chris chuckled. “That would be me.”

Amy raised her eyebrows at Carrie, and spoke as if the two men weren’t even there. “So, you’re still having a fun vacation, I see.”

Carrie laughed, shifting her gaze briefly to Chris before looking