Page 39 of Stolen Kisses


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To the public, we were just a couple bathing in the warm waters.

Amorous without being sexual—erotic—her body was covered, just the swell of her breasts visible above the water.

“Baby, please.” My cock throbbed to almost the point of pain between us. Just having her like this, in my arms and seeking her pleasure, was almost enough to make me come.

Almost. Still needed more.

“How? Tell me,” Bailey breathed out, her movements ceasing, trapping my fingers.

“Wrap your hand around me.” She did so with no hesitation. My need to have her pleasure me was almost maddening.

Again, her walls spasmed. “Do you trust me?” Bailey unwound a hand from around my neck and slowly brought it between us. Those tiny fingers skimmed my skin, across my chest, and down over each of my abs. She caressed—teased me—and then paused at the waistband of my shorts. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I hissed out as a single finger disappeared beneath and slid across the sensitive head, swirled the drop of pre-come around the tip, and then flicked my piercing. Bailey did this twice, and then tugged on the metal there.

That little pull sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine and then settled on my aching balls. Pleasurable pain seized my processors and I arched my hips into her hand.

“A little harder,” I hissed out from between clenched teeth as a shudder ran through me.

Her smirk was wicked. “Like this?”

I’d get her back for this, but for now I sure as shit wasn’t going to interrupt.

Fuck. That hand trailed lower; her hand worked its way to the base and squeezed. Bailey gave my cock two long strokes, twisting her hand on each pass. Each time she encountered my piercing she’d linger just a bit, playing with the metal.

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. This time I decide,” she crooned before releasing me, silencing my protest with a feral kiss. Her tongue stroked mine while her fingers embedded themselves into my hair and pulled.

It stung a bit, but all was forgotten once she lifted herself above my cock and her hot flesh grazed the sensitive head.

“Jesus, baby. So, fucking soft...so good,” I grunted, arching my hips to press harder. Every muscle in my body locked down, fought to not impale her on my throbbing length. My fingers found purchase on her hips and my nails dug into her flesh.

“Don’t move,” she whimpered. And even if I wanted to reply—try to take control this—she’d rendered me mute. “God, I can’t wait too feel that piercing inside me. To stretch around your cock.”

This woman was trying to kill me.

Legs closing, Bailey trapped me between her thighs and against her sex. She slid along my length, the engorged head meeting her clit on every undulation.

Her hips bucked, and the water around us shifted.

I could feel the flutter of her labia each time I slid between. Feel her wetness even though we were surrounded by the sea.

“You look so good like this.” Bringing a hand up, I cupped the back of her neck and hovered over her lips. “Debauched and giving in to your need.”

“Hunter,” she breathed, giving me a final peck on the lips before embedding her teeth into the flesh. Hooded eyes stared deep into mine while exhaling into my mouth. Her breath was sweet on my tongue, while those hips never stopped their frantic pace. “Come for me.”

Son of a bitch. My release was automatic.

On the next stroke of my cock through her lips, I erupted over her entrance and out into the warm water.

Everything but the feel of her own release coating my cock disappeared. Her low cry of pleasure that followed was all I could hear.

It was just us inside that moment.

Nothing else mattered.

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