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"Swear to me."
"I swear."
Brynn reaches between us, lining up my tip with her center and then I let her down slowly until my tip presses into her warm tight body. Her wet heat coats my cock and a deep groan rumbles out of me at how fucking good it feels to be back inside her—like entering nirvana… or my own personal heaven. Nothing will ever top this.
I look down to watch myself slide into her with each movement.
"Fuck, your pussy looks good with me inside."
I keep her suspended in my hands as I thrust into her a little bit at a time, until I'm deep enough that her knees touch the bench. She whimpers as she rolls her hips against me, her movements forcing me to quicken my pace to match hers.
"Slow Brynn, I don't want to hurt you," I instruct.
But she doesn't heed my warning and she keeps up her rhythm. Her pussy stretches further to accommodate my size.
"Jesus Christ, I said slow," I tell her, halfhearted.
In truth, the last thing I want for her to do is slow down. I've never had anything better than Brynn and I want to take her in every way physically possible. But if this is the last time I get to be inside her, I need her to know that she's not broken, and she doesn't need to change. She's perfect… just like this.
"All of it… please," I hear her beg.
She wants me deeper and I'm more than happy to oblige her with every inch I have but I refuse to hurt her in the process. She'll get all of me just like she wants but I'm determined to make it good for her while I'm doing it.
"Anything you want, you can have. Just tell me if I'm hurting you," I tell her.
I pick up the pace, fucking her harder from the bottom, advancing into her inch by inch. The little sounds she makes every time I push inside of her eggs me on further. Our bodies slapping together and the smell of sex mixing with the smell of the salty ocean creates a fragrance that I wish I could bottle up.
Her arms wrap around my neck tighter, and her eyes flutter closed the deeper I bury inside of her. Her head drops against my shoulder as she focuses on her orgasm. After bringing her to five orgasms in one night, I've started to pick up on the signs. I know when she's about to come.
"More…" she whimpers in a plea.
I can't say no to her, mostly because I don't want to. I want everything she's asking for.
I want "all of it," too.
I want "more" just like she does.
I feel more of her arousal coat my cock until it starts to drip down my balls and pool on the bench.
"Seven… please… harder," she begs again.
"You sound desperate Brynn. How bad do you need it?" I ask.
I may never hear her beg again. This is my last shot to hear that she needs what only my cock can deliver for her.
"I need it now or I might explode. I'm so close…"
I can sympathize with her. I'm nearing the end of my ability to hold back any further, but I need her to come first.
I grip her hips and pull her down the last couple of inches until I'm fully seated in her. Brynn screams out my name and grips my neck tighter, her body clenching around me tighter. And then I feel her body pulsate as she comes on my cock. I follow right after; my ability to hold back my own release is futile.
After giving ourselves a moment to catch our breaths, I took Brynn down to the cabin below deck.
A small bathroom and bedroom offered a good place for her to clean up after.
We lay on the bed, Brynn's head resting on my chest with the floral comforter that the boat came with covering up just over Brynn's hip bone. Each time she drags the blanket up her body a little further, I'd wait until she was distracted with a question I'd ask about her book, or growing up in Oklahoma that she wouldn't notice when I'd drag it back down to her hip bone again.
It's over ninety-five degrees today and the humidity feels like living in a hot armpit… there's no way she's cold. Her attempt at modesty is lost on me after her little strip tease earlier and the way she fucked me in the open air on my boat.
