Page 62 of The Surfer

“Yeah, my teacher looks alright,” I tease as I reach down to rub his solid abs. Boy, do I love his muscles. “But he can do with more abs, though. He’s not muscular enough for my liking.”

He likes it when I tease him.

Cove pouts at me and starts to sprint, with me in his arms, away from the water and towards the cliffs of the beach. He carries me with such ease. It’s like I’m lighter than a surfboard to him. I love his strength. His physical abilities.

And, oh, he’s so horny.

I know that look he’s giving me. I’ve seen it from him plenty of times, that animalistic desire that spreads across his face.

He wants to fuck me.

“This not muscular enough for you?” he asks, still carrying me and sprinting towards the cliffs. When we reach them, he gently lowers me to the sandy ground. He wraps himself around so that he’s on top of me and I’m facing him, completely trapped in by his thick muscular arms. Yummy.

I love that I can’t escape from him. I don’t want to.

“Unfortunately, I’ll need a bit more of a demonstration,” I reply playfully. I’ll say anything to see his cute little pout again.

Keep teasing him, make his sexual anticipation build until he can’t do anything but ravish you.

That’s what I want, and I know he wants it too.

“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re asking,” Cove says devilishly, winking at me.

What? He can’t say that.

He lets his big strong grip on me go and stands up.

“Cove!” I cry out. “Don’t leave, that’s not fair.”

“You’re all horny now?” he asks.

I pout and answer in a childish high pitch. “Yes.”

Come back to me.

God, I hate that man, he’s such a tease. He’s got me all sexually fired up for nothing, and he knows it.

“You want a demonstration of my muscular prowess?” he asks with his dead-gorgeous smile on his face.

And before I can answer he turns around and runs off towards the ocean, his sprinting flicking up dust clouds of sand behind him as he heads straight for the water. I watch him disappear further and further away, my pussy raging with unfulfilled tension. His body is like an athletic machine, all toned muscle. He’s a billionaire surfing god, and he’s chosen me to be his girl. My poor heart can’t stand it.

It’s too much for me to take.

Yeah, I think I’m falling for him. That’s definite.

But, as I sit on that secret beach and watch the man of my dreams sprint away towards the water, I’m still worried. I’m not an idiot or naïve, I know what men are like.

Men like my Dad.

I know, deep down, that I can’t trust Cove. I know he could tear apart my heart with his own hands if he so wanted to, and I’ll have no defense against him breaking my heart. All he has to do to break my heart forever is to just walk away from me, for him to just grow tired of what this geeky American girl can offer him. Grow bored of me. Men are like that. Men are like my Dad.

They’re womanizers.

And Cove, with his storied history and bad-boy reputation, is the biggest womanizer of them all.

It’s only a matter of time before he runs away, before he returns to Tide, before he runs to the pussy of a prettier and richer girl than you, Ripley.

And I know that, deep down, it’s all true. Cove can just leave me if he wants to, just like my Dad did to my Mom all those years ago.