“You look good gagging around my cock, baby.” He stroked deeper, and I gagged once more before he eased up, smirking down at me. Those brown eyes were hard to ignore. So demanding and full of lust and need.
His hips swiveled. I moaned as salty liquid crept down my throat. I worked hard, fingering myself and bringing my other hand up to stroke and suck at the same time. He was pleased to see this. He released the back of my head, and his fell back, a sigh tunneling out of him as I pumped rapidly, the sucking so loud it created a wet noise.
I listened to waves crash outside the boat, remembering just where we were and that nothing could interrupt us.
It was me and Theo.
Fucking and sucking.
Moaning and groaning.
Getting however much we wanted out of each other without the fear of reality cutting through.
Knowing this, I came around my finger again. I made a noise around his cock, one that hummed and garbled, and he looked down at me. I felt him get harder, and knew right away that he was about to cum, but he yanked out of my mouth, gripped my wrist to bring me to a stand, and then bent me over the sofa. My ass was pointed in the air, face down, and he was behind me, his massive cock sliding in from behind.
My sex showed no resistance to this beautiful man’s member. My girl accepted him, knowing he’d been there before. Knowing his cock was the one that made her become a woman.
Theo sighed and then moaned as he slammed, grasping my thin waist and pounding.
Pounding.
Pounding.
“This. Fucking. Pussy,” he growled. I could hear him reaching his brink. “Is. So. Fucking. Good.” He couldn’t hold off much longer, no matter how much he wanted to keep going in order to please me.
He let out a gratified roar, squeezing my waist tighter as I squealed. His hands went to my thick hair, gripping tight and tugging back. My eyes shot up to the ceiling, and I hadn’t realized before that there was a mirror above us.
My word. I could see everything. His hard body behind me, owning every limb, dominating with every inch stroking in and out. Watching us go at it like this sent heat traveling through me. I felt all of him. I saw how focused he was, his attention fixed on the back of my head. His face, as well as mine, oozed with ultimate, undeniable pleasure. His mouth hung open, and he went deeper each time, as if he couldn’t get deep enough.
In that moment, I could read Theo Black as clear as day. He loved being inside me. He loved fucking me. He loved owning, dominating, and penetrating me ‘til my eyes rolled to the back of my skull.
And that was exactly what happened. Only, he was no longer behind me. He was on top now, thrusting hard, one of my legs in the air and his thumb pressing down on my clit, circling with steady rhythm until I quaked and shuddered. He drove harsher, deeper, and then he slowed down, wanting me to feel everything.
With my back arched, I cried his name again, his power twisting his name from me in an entranced wail. He grunted in response, fell forward, and came with his mouth around my nipple, his thumb still pressed on my swollen nub.
“Damn, baby.” His voice was loud, cock pulsating. I whimpered, but not out of defeat. I whimpered because, shockingly, I wanted more. So much more. We were far from finished.
“The sun is still up,” I told him, teasing.
He looked up, laughing hard, forehead damp with sweat. His hair was glued to his face. The sunlight beaming in struck the glistening sweat on his neck, illuminating the tattoo on his neck—Fearless. It was tatted in Latin. He told me the meaning of it a long time ago, back when I was fifteen. I had no idea how I remembered the meaning.
I traced the pad of my finger across the black script. This piece of inked real estate was his trophy after winning some brawl at a motorcycle club. When he told me about that, I knew instantly that Theo had a wicked and dark side to him.
Sitting up, he raked his fingers through his hair, looking down at me with half a smile. “I know the sun’s still up,” he responded. “But we both needed to get that quick fix in.”
I sat up on my elbows. “I agree.” I tugged on his arm, bringing him back down. His landing was soft as he dropped on top of me. His eyes softened as I cupped his face and then slowly kissed him. My hips worked on their own, thrusting against the warm flesh that dangled between his thighs. I wanted him to feel everything—all of me. The tender neediness in my kiss, the ache centered in my body. I needed filling… lots of filling.
He didn’t stop me. He returned the affection, working up his own thrust. I knew how men worked. It would take a few minutes for him to be fully restored and ready, but I just couldn’t wait. I was an eager, horny, little girl.
“Patience, babe,” Theo murmured between kisses. “The sun may still be up, but we aren’t leaving anytime soon.” His lips met my cheek, hooded eyes hooked on mine.
“Promise?” I whispered, placing another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He did the same. “I promise.” I drew his bottom lip between my teeth, gently grazing. He laughed behind the tiny bite. “Naughty Little Knight,” he exhaled before consuming me. We kissed passionately, tongues twisted, until his cock became rock-solid again. With our focus on nothing but each other, he slid in, taking me raw beneath the streaming sunlight.
The boat swayed. The waves crashed. The sun was bright, expecting and beckoning for me to make an appearance. Although it would have been great to take the sun up on that tan, no amount of summer bronze could compare to my lifelong crush and my first officially making me his Little Knight.
Absolutely nothing.
Fifteen
Funny, she thought I was fucking around about making her mine ‘til the sun went down.
I watched as she passed by me, connecting her phone to the stereo system. Her hips swayed as she hummed to a song stuck in her head, and once the music filled the room, her back straightened, and she turned my way.
The only piece of clothing she wore was the white dress that covered that sexy ass bathing suit. The bathing suit had been put aside a long time ago. The sun was now setting, and she started a slow dance to Own It by Drake.
The tune was fitting, slow at first and then it would pick up. Lifting my hand, I gestured for her to come to me with my forefinger. With a coy smile sweeping across her lips, she strode my way, breasts bouncing beneath the see-through dress with each slow yet deliberate step.
Stepping between my legs, she climbed on my lap, adjusting her perfectly round ass on the center. She swung her hair aside and her arms hooked over my shoulders, fingers entwining behind my neck.
“Can I show you something?”
She bit her bottom lip, and my cock twitched. “Show me what?” she murmured.
Without minimal thought, I reached down and pulled her dress over her head. Her arms lifted to make it easier, and once it was gone, I had full sight of her tits. My mouth ached for a taste, but I remained patient, lifting my hips and pulling my briefs off.
Chloe’s hand ran down my chest, her skin soft and smooth as she sat back and wrapped that same hand around my cock. Her eyes then flickered up, watching mine, breath bated. “Show me what?” she breathed again.
I glanced down, pulsing as she stroked me. Her thumb skimmed over my tip, and I groaned quietly, shutting my eyes for a brief moment. I had to collect myself. This girl—she made me so fucking impatient. I wanted to tear her pussy up, make her sore for days.
But I had to remember, she was just a girl that was still learning, and I was a man who knew exactly what he liked. So, I stopped her from stroking and gripped her waist to lift her a few inches. Her mouth fell open as I slowly slid her on top of my cock. She was right on the head, but the fullness had obviously consumed her. Her eyes closed, and her chest heaved with deep breaths.