Key West by Lacey Alexander (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

hot for you,” she breathed. Her cute little skirt was up to her hips again and he glanced down to the white lace covering her slit as she rocked it against him. His chest felt like it would explode and he had to spread his arms out across the back of the bench and hold on tight to keep from touching her, her ass and breasts beckoning.

“What’s wrong?” she finally said, slowing her movements when she noticed he wasn’t responding.

“I kinda…can’t do this.”

She blinked, looking suddenly forlorn. “You don’t want to?”

“No, angel, believe me, I’m dying to. I’m so fucking hard from watching you, and your breasts are so damn beautiful, but…it’s against the rules.”

She drew back slightly, clearly surprised. “Don’t tell me I’m the first girl on one of these cruises to put the moves on you?” She glanced over to where Scott was engaged in some dirty dancing with a girl in only a lei and a pair of bikini bottoms.

“No, but we have a rule. We can be touched, but we can’t touch back. My bosses have to worry about being sued by someone who remembers things differently later. They’re standing right there in the galley doorway—” he motioned to the two men across the boat “—and I’ll lose my job if I touch you. I’ve seen it happen to guys before, and unfortunately, I can’t afford to give up this income just yet.” He paused and thought he felt her cunt sink a bit lower on his dick. “Although it would almost be worth it.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “Do you want me to get off of you?”

“God, no, baby.” He sighed, took a deep breath. “I’m in a tough position here, damned if I do and damned if I don’t. But why don’t you…” He lifted his pelvis against her lightly.

“What?” she said.

He pulled up a sexy smile. “Why don’t you give me a lap dance?”

She grinned. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

He returned it. “I’m guessing you’ve never done anything like bare your breasts and pussy for a crowd of hungry guys, either.”

She raised her eyebrows. “True enough.”

Then she began to grind sensually against him, once more undulating her soft cunt on his long, hard shaft.

“Ah, baby, that feels so good. My cock is so hard for you. Can you feel it?”

“Mmm.” She nodded, letting her eyes fall shut as she continued rocking her body, moving her hips in sexy circles.

“Your pussy feels so sweet sliding around on me, angel. Show it to me.”

She opened her eyes, looking slightly shocked.

“Come on, now, baby. You showed everybody else. Show me, too.”

Carrie pulled in her breath, stunned by the breadth of her excitement—it suddenly seemed there was nothing she wouldn’t do. Her whole body tingled with anticipation, and her hand actually trembled when she rose slightly on her knees, reached down, and pulled the wet lace aside again. Glancing down, she found her slit gaping open, her inner lips and clit on display between the light tawny curls.

She watched as Chris drew in a ragged breath at the sight, then groaned.

When she lowered herself back onto his erection, he felt incredibly big—bigger than she’d seriously imagined anyone being, but then again, she’d only been with Jon. She suddenly had the notion that she’d been missing out on a lot.

“You’ve got such beautiful breasts, angel. Do you have any idea how much I want to suck on those pretty pink nipples? I want to suck them so deep into my mouth that you scream.”

Oooh, she wanted that, too. Clawing her fingernails lightly into his chest, she drew her hands away and brought them to her breasts, where she tweaked her nipples through the wet shirt for him, sending trickles of sensation down through her crotch.

“Oh, that’s so nice, angel.”

Into it now, Carrie sensually squeezed her breasts as she rode his hard-on in simulated sex. Mmm, his solid length felt so good pressing up into her through his zipper. Pushing up her shirt until it was over her breasts, she continued playing with them, caressing their full weight, letting the beaded nipples jut against her palm before peeking out between her fingers, which she then used to lightly pinch them.

“So fucking hot, baby,” he murmured, and she heard her own breath go ragged as the sensation between her thighs stretched outward, upward, becoming more intense as she twirled the pink nipples between her thumb and forefinger while he watched.

“Oooh,” she moaned softly.

“Are you gonna come soon, angel?”

She bit her lip. “Maybe.” She didn’t talk about coming with Jon—it either just happened or it didn’t—and this caught her off guard.

“I want to make you come so hard, baby. I want my cock rubbing against your clit to get you off so good.”

She pulled in her breath, rocking harder against him.

“That’s right, rub that sweet pussy against me until you come.”

He was a god, and her pussy was so hot for him. And—oh! She’d never even thought of using that word before now, ever in her life, but there it was, in her mind, like so many other new things today, suddenly part of her vocabulary. She decided to try it out aloud. “My pussy is so hot, so close,” she murmured.

He drew back slightly, hissing in his breath, and she could tell he liked hearing her say it. She clutched at her breasts, squeezing them hard, tight—wanting to feel everything. Desire gathered, thick and compact, in her clit, as she yelled out, “Oh God!”

The shattering climax broke over her as she rode him, hard, hard, hard, pulsing from her crotch to her breasts, all the way out to her fingers and toes. She moaned as it tore through her body, driving her pussy against his hard length again and again. Each wave of searing pleasure drew a harsh gasp into her lungs, which seemed to somehow softly extend the next wave, and the next.

Finally, the orgasm eased, fading into quiet. Around them, other people moaned and groaned,