Page 22 of Sweet Surrender
“I need you, Judah.”
“Not like this.”
“It’s just fun and adventurous. In some ways, I’m tired of living to please them. I want to rebel a little. This is my way of doing that. I think you’ll love it.”
I stepped closer to her, grabbed her hips, and pulled my dick out in broad daylight. She thrust her ass out further when I slid her bikini bottoms aside. I shifted into her heat, surprised to find that she was dripping wet.
“Aww fuck, Alex.” She pushed back against me, securing our connection and making us snug.
I wasn’t sure if it was the teasing, the midday sun, or the possibility of getting caught that turned me on, but my dick was harder than concrete, and it felt like it was about to break. The warm, wet sensation of her pussy cloaking my erection was more than I could withstand. I fucked her hard, long, and raw, digging deep into her and loving how she mewled and screamed my name until she nutted on me. When she finished, she pulled back, dropped to her knees, and sucked that nut straight out of my dick.
While I was sexually relieved, I was mentally vexed. She was starting to act more like my ex-wife, Jessica, with that nympho, gotta have it whenever, wherever bullshit. I had divorced Jessica for that same reason because her behaviors led her to cheating on me.
I prayed to God that I hadn’t jumped from the frying pan and into the fire.
