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

She sighed. “Who wouldn’t be tight, around this monster?”

He laughed. “You might be surprised. Your sweet little pussy is definitely the tightest thing I’ve felt in a very long time.”

“Good,” she said playfully. “That makes me feel special.”

His grin faded. “You are special.”

She released a languid sigh, letting the sentiment permeate her.

“You know today, when I said I wanted you to lick Shay so you could feel what I feel with you?”

She nodded.

And he shook his head. “You couldn’t have felt what I feel with you. Maybe some of the physical part, but…you couldn’t have felt the way I feel inside.”

His words stole her breath for a moment, but when she recovered, she knew she wanted to make love to him even more now—wanted to make love to him as he’d never been made love to before.

As his hands curved around her ass, she slid sensually up and down his long shaft in protracted, lingering strokes. She watched his gaze arc across her face, down over her breasts, held so snugly by the fabric stretched around them, then below, to where he entered her wetness.

She lowered her cunt on him again and again, in a slow, seductive fuck that was consuming her as much as she hoped it consumed him. She leaned her head back as she sank onto him, reveling in the enormity of the cock that filled her, then ran her hands back through her hair as she began to ride him a little faster, a little more rhythmically. The warm tropical night enveloped her as much as his hands kneading her ass, as much as his aura surrounding her. Her breasts jiggled lightly, sensually, against the sexy beige fabric that held them aloft and slightly pushed together.

He groaned, and when she brought her head back up and opened her eyes, he looked positively mesmerized with her. She reached up, lifting the weight of her round breasts in her hands. He watched her as she ran her fingertips over her nipples, gently squeezing them, making them harder for his hungry gaze. Then she molded the mounds gently in her palms, letting the engorged peaks jut lightly against her hand.

Finally, she lifted her breasts to his mouth—both of them together. They were large enough that she could push her nipples almost against one another, placing them closely side by side.

Chris reached up, replacing her hands with his own to press the mounds inward as he sucked in both distended crests. The sensation shot sharply to her clit and she yelled out, still fucking him, still riding that enormous cock and feeling each and every stroke in every nerve ending in her body.

Chris continued to suckle her, sometimes both nipples at once, sometimes only one, but his ministrations had her gritting her teeth in severe pleasure. Her whole being was wracked with hot delight—sensations shivering through her neck, arms, thighs, belly, as much as through her breasts and cunt. She fucked him harder now, driving her pussy down onto the hilt of his cock, grunting with each stroke. What had started out slow and sensual had become rough and animalistic, primal forces driving her actions and responses, taking her so deep into sex that she barely knew what she was doing. She’d lost thought and decision and followed her body’s instincts now, finally stopping her rough drives against him, trading them in for hot, grinding circles that rubbed her clit against the base of his shaft.

He began alternating between breasts, sucking one nipple and then the other, both of them panting as she drew closer and closer to ecstasy. “Yes, yes,” she whispered on the hot breeze. “Oh, God yes, baby.” She ground her pussy heatedly against him, ultra-aware of the long cock stretched full and hard inside her, knowing soon it would happen, soon she would come.

Releasing her breasts, he grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her, hard. She found herself biting at his lips, and he bit back, pinching, piercing, in a struggle that was as much an attack on each other as a kiss—and then he softened it, changing the kiss to something passionate and deep, all tongue and swallowing softness.

“Ahhhh!” The high-pitched cry left her when that hot, wonderful kiss took her over the edge into heated pulses and blinding sensations of orgasm. She thrust her pussy warm against him, riding it out, soaking it up, emitting more of the high moans that matched the throbs ricocheting through her body.

She’d just opened her eyes to meet his when he let out a low, ferocious growl that she knew meant he was coming, too. He pushed her hips down, down, down, slamming up into her in brutal strokes that made her go lightheaded, feeling more well-fucked than ever before.

When he finally went still and laid his head back, she relaxed against him, her body still tingling with amazement. It kept getting better and better with him.

He lifted his head to flash sexy eyes and a wicked smile. “What the fuck was that?” he breathed.

“I don’t know,” she purred, “but we should do it more often.”

Chapter Nine

Chris had to work on Wednesday—he had a snorkeling cruise at lunchtime, was scheduled to work the kiosk for an hour after his return, and then an afternoon shift at the Lazy Lizard—but Carrie had promised him she was more than content to spend the day at the pool and meet him at the Lizard later.

“I need the rest,” she assured him.

He grinned. “Am I wearing you out, angel?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Well, don’t forget the sunscreen. We can’t have you getting burnt.”

She tilted her head slightly, casting a soft smile. “Out of curiosity, are you like Shay? Do you not like tan lines?”

He let his grin widen. “Actually, I love tan lines. I noticed yours from the start—the way they sort of highlight your breasts and pussy.”

“Good. Because I’ll probably have much more defined ones by the end of the day.”

He grinned. “Not that I’d ever discourage