Page 56 of Rebooked For Us
“Well, let me show you why you’re the luckiest man on this island.”
Her warm, wet mouth swallowed me whole. Her nails dug into my thighs, and she went from Skye Campbell to throat goat in seconds. Her tongue rolled down the vein of my dick. I whimpered like a bitch, multiple times, when my head hit the back of her throat.
She stopped, kissed the tip, and stood.
“Sit.”
I did exactly what she said and leaned back as she went back to work, slobbering and taking her time like she had a point to prove. My head was gone. Toes curling. The grip I had on her hair was tightening by the second.
“Fuck, Skye. Eat that dick up.”
Her jaws suctioned and closed around my dick. I felt my nut rising like a pot of boiling water.
“Sugar Cane, don’t be stingy.”
“Shit.”
I exploded, and watched her swallow every drop.
“Gah’damn, baby.” I was panting and squinting at the ceiling when she sat up and clapped at her own skills.
I shook my head. This woman.
“Come sit on my face. It’s my turn.”
Skye removed her dress, and her full body came into view. She climbed up and squatted over my mouth. I inhaled her delicious scent before covering her lower lips with mine.
“Shit,” she said with a shiver.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs and feasted. I could stay right here all night and never come up for air. I dragged my tongue gently along her center, and our eyes locked. That look made everything hit harder.
She gripped the back of my head and fed her pussy to me until she began to shake and moan my name loudly.
“Ouu Cane, right there, baby.”
I continued until she was cumming hard on my beard.
I picked her up and slid her down on my dick, and my toes curled again. She was so tight and wet, still clenching from cumming on my beard. I sucked on her neck, our bodies slick with sweat, and I couldn’t care less. I needed to write my name back on this shit.
“Fuck me any way you want, Cane.”
I kissed her hard as fuck and pulled her into me. I drove up into her while I worked her hips down to meet me, our bodies slamming together until she was panting and cumming again. I wasn’t far behind. We shared a sloppy kiss as she slowed. I held her close, pressed my forehead to hers, and stayed there.
“Damn, I fuckin missed you.”
“I missed you, Sugar. Let’s shower and head to bed. We got flights to catch.”
I was dreading that shit. Tempted to push the whole thing back just to keep her here a little longer.
“You want to stay another day?” I asked. “I don’t know what your work schedule looks like, but I’ll cover it. Whatever you need.”
She paused on her way to the bathroom, with one hand on the doorframe, and looked back at me.
“One more day,” she said. “Just us. No app, no plans, no island. Just this villa and you.”
“Done.”
I’d have given her a month if she had asked. A day to do nothing but lay up with my wife was the easiest yes, I’d given all week.
