by JA Low
My hand begins to move furiously through her slickness, building her up, higher and higher. Finding that spot I know is going to drive her crazy, I hit it over and over again until she’s squirming against the palm tree. Her eyes are wide, her cheeks are flushed.
“Oh, God, yes.” She moans loudly into the rainforest as I push her over the edge.
“Did you hear that?” one of the voices walking past asks.
“Was that?”
Silence falls while my fingers continue pushing into her further.
“Oh, God,” Emma’s voice rises.
“That’s disgusting,” one of the voices states. “People have no manners anymore.”
Emma comes again against my fingers as the footsteps disappear into the night. My fingers slow inside of her, but I don’t pull them away from her pussy.
“You naughty little minx.”
She looks up at me with a smile on her face.
“You loved the fact that they heard you coming all over my fingers.”
“Damn right, I did.”
This woman is a fucking dream, I think as I stare down in amazement at her.
She would be amazing to take to The Paradise Club back home in New York. I don’t think she’s a member, and if she is, then how the hell have I missed her. The Paradise Club is an elite sex club that a friend of mine, Nate Lewis, owns. The thought of taking this woman there has my dick instantly hard. If she’s like this with a stranger in the middle of a fucking rainforest, imagine what she would be like in a place that lets you freely do as you will.
I have a strict rule about one-night stands, which is precisely what I thought this one would be.
I never repeat them.
I don’t like giving women false promises of forevermore. That isn’t me. I’m not monogamous, and never will be. I know people say when the right woman comes along, she will sweep you off your feet, and that will be it.
I call bullshit! I know myself. I love women. So many fucking women, and I honestly don’t want to give that up for anything, and why should I? I’m just not wired like my friends.
“Are you going to keep your fingers inside of me for the rest of the night, or are you going to let me return the favor?” Emma asks.
I’ve been so lost in my own thoughts I forgot where I was. Slowly, I pull my fingers from her pussy, but before I get a chance to suck them clean, Emma grabs my hand and is sucking herself from my fingers.
Holy shit. Her warm, wet mouth works my fingers over, showing me exactly what that little mouth could do with my dick. Not many women like it when I lick them off of my fingers. For some reason, they become embarrassed. I don’t think I’ve met a woman who has sucked herself clean off my fingers before.
“Where the hell have you come from?” I look down at her in awe.
“I’m guessing you haven’t met anyone like me before?” Shaking my head, she continues with, “I warned you I was trouble.”
“You’re more than trouble, you’re a goddamn dream.”
She smiles. “Are you going to take me back to your room, or do you want me to suck your dick right here, right now?” Her hand grips my length through my pants. Fuck me.
“Honestly, I think we might scare Logan and Ariana, who have gone back to the penthouse.” She raises a brow at me. “Hold on…” Pulling my cell from my pocket, I quickly send off a text message. Moments later, my phone lights up with the information I need. “Follow me.” Grabbing her hand and running back through the rainforest, it takes a little while to find the room I just booked us into because it’s on the other side of the island. It’s the honeymoon villa, but I knew it was vacant tonight, and it’s not going to be near anyone. We will be secluded, so she can go as wild as she likes.
“Wow!” Emma smiles, looking at the gorgeous villa in front of her. It juts out over a rocky outcrop, a massive deck with an infinity pool is suspended over the ocean. Tiki torches light the way to the villa and around the pool.
The door is open and waiting for us.
“This is the honeymoon villa. I wanted something we could let loose in, away from my roomies.”
Emma steps into the luxurious villa, then straight out onto the deck that overlooks the darkened ocean. There are large rocks that hide the pool away from prying eyes. Emma heads on down, and I watch in fascination as she kicks off her heels, then unzips her dress and discards it to the deck. Her pert bare ass sways hypnotically as she walks to the water’s edge. Then I watch as she dips her toe into the water, testing the temperature. Deeming it perfect, she slowly sinks into the clear water, eventually popping up from the watery depths, her raven hair wet, her makeup a little smudged, her breasts bobbing above the waterline.
“You coming in?” she calls out to me.
Of course, I am.
As I quickly undress, her eyes widen as she hones in on my dick. It’s impressive, I know it is. I mean, look at me. I’m huge. It would suck if my dick was tiny. Those jade eyes follow my bobbing cock as I walk toward her.
“Good to know you weren’t all talk.” Those intense eyes fall back to my dick.
“Most women can’t handle it.” I raise a brow at her.
“I’m not most women,” she counters.
She most certainly isn’t.
Stepping into the warm water, I duck under and emerge with her wrapped in my arms.
“Please tell me you have condoms?” Emma asks.
“In my pocket. I also asked the concierge to place a box inside, I have a feeling we will need a few.”
“You’re very sure of yourself.” Looking down at me as we bob in the water, she muses, “You’re arrogant, but in a good way.”
“There’s a bad way?” I question her, and she nods her head.
“I’m just going to assume you are a man with means.”
I don’t say anything because, in the beginning, she said she wasn’t fazed by the penthouse, but I know a lot of women who play that game pretending to hook a rich guy by not being impressed by the size of his wallet, but really that’s their game all along.
“You’re booked into the penthouse. You made one call, and now we are here.” I am not sure where she’s going with this. “Private dining room for dinner,” she adds. “Most men who have access to all that are total douchebags.”
Sounds like she’s talking from experience.
“They see a beautiful woman, and expect because they have offered her all this, that they now deserve payment.”
I have met many men who are like that.
“You owe me nothing, Emma.” Wanting her to know that yes, I want to fuck her, but if she changes her mind, I will respect that.
“Oh, I know.” She smirks cockily. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen your dick, it’s going to be used.”
I chuckle, and at that moment, I realize I haven’t even kissed this woman. My fingers have been inside of her, but that’s it.
Leaning forward, I capture her lips against mine. The kiss starts off a little innocent until our mouths open, and the first sweep of my tongue against hers ignites a fire between us.
She tightens her grip around me, my dick is pressed against her as we move around in the water. Her nails are digging into my skin, her teeth are nipping at my lips, it’s become almost feral.
Her back hits the edge of the pool, and I press myself against her.
We eventually pull apart panting.
That was kind of incredible as we both look at each other intensely.
“Just know that I’m not looking for anything more than riding your glorious dick,” Emma warns me. “That in the morning, I will have no qualms about walking out that door. You don’t have to cuddle me. You don’t have to buy me breakfast. I just want your dick and some orgasms.”
Reaching out, I cup her face. “Thank fuck because I couldn’t imagine anything worse than having to escape from the clutches of a woman who doesn’t understand that what happened was just one night.”
“Just one night?” She raises a brow. “
Boy, you are going to want more than one night.”
“Doubt it.” She seems surprised. She’s probably used to men wanting her, I mean, hello, look at her. “I don’t double-dip.”
She chuckles. “Even if the sex is good?” she questions me.
“Most sex I have is good…” It’s okay, usually. I get off. It serves its purpose, but I don’t have anyone begging for more. Honestly, I think I’m broken.
“Just good?”
“Great. Excellent…” I add.
“There sounds like a but that’s coming at the end of that statement.” She reads my tone well.
“I get off. She gets off. Everyone is happy. The end.”
Those green eyes narrow at me. “But you don’t want seconds?” I nod my head. “Okay, I can handle that. I guess I’m just going to have to be satisfied that all I’ll reach with you is… good… great… or maybe amazing sex.” She giggles, making me know she isn’t up.
“I have a feeling you’re going to be the one that gets the closest.” Leaning forward, I capture her lips in a simple kiss.
5
Emma
This man can kiss. He also knows how to finger bang too. He has player written all over his designer threads, but he seems different from the others I’ve met. I am pretty sure he will stick to his no double-dipping rule, which I respect. He’s made it clear, and I’m not here to change his mind. I’m here to get my rocks off. There’s plenty of other men around the resort I can play with.
Strong arms lift me out of the water, turn me around, my hands fall forward and dig into the pool’s concrete edge. His large hand connects with my ass, the sound of the slap echoes into the night. It has an extra bite to it thanks to the droplets of water running down my cheeks.
“You like that, don’t you?” Anderson’s voice is dripping with need.
“Yes.” Turning my head to the side, I look over my shoulder as he does it again, never taking his eyes away from me. The sting vibrates through my skin directly to my clit, and my teeth sink into my lip.
“What else do you like?” he asks, his brow lifting with curiosity.
“All of it.”
I love sex.
I love it when it’s rough.
I love it when it’s soft and smooth.
I love it with a little bit of bite or a frenzy.
I love it all.
There isn’t anything I haven’t tried. I’m open to pretty much anything as long as they make me come, then I’m all yours.
Anderson’s hand connects on the other side now as he watches me intently. “So, if I fucked you against these rocks, you’d be fine with it?” I nod my head. “If I tied you to the four-poster bed inside, and then had my way with you, you’d be fine?”
Is that on the cards? Because all of that sounds great.
“Fuck, Ems.” He must see something on my face because I don’t need to answer him. Anderson rakes his fingers through his wet hair, then he stares at me for a couple of moments before he thrusts a finger inside me, pushing me forward.
Fuck, yes.
“Just needed to check.” Anderson’s finger disappears from me as quickly as it entered me. “Stand up.” His hand slaps my ass hard as he commands me.
I do as I am told, but I don’t turn around to face him.
“Go to the bed and wait for me.”
Not looking back, I make my way across the deck and back inside the luxurious villa. Walking over to the four-poster bed set on a platform, I stand beside the bed, waiting. Anderson takes a couple of moments, moving around the villa before he steps over to where I am standing.
“Look at me.” His voice is deep and timbered, and he’s holding up white robe sashes. “I’ll be using these on you, is that okay?”
“Yes.” My eyes fall to where his thick dick is hard and standing at attention. I don’t dare reach out for it because I think we have just stepped into a scene where he is the boss. For once, it will be nice not to have to take the lead. Most men talk a good game, but, in the end, they have no idea how to handle a sexually charged woman like me.
“Get on the bed and spread them for me.”
Doing as I am told, I climb onto the soft, white duvet and lay down on my back, spreading my legs and arms in line with the four posts. He begins to tie my hands and feet to the wooden posts. I know this is probably the wrong decision to make with a complete stranger, and usually, something like this that commands trust from your partner I would do with someone after a couple of fucks, but with Anderson, it feels different. For some reason, I trust him. I trust he knows what he’s doing and won’t murder me in my sleep.
Once he’s done—holy shit, he’s tied me tightly—I can’t move at all.
“Safeword is Paradise, Emma. If you don’t like what I’m doing, then please use it.”
Okay, so now Mr. Moneybags has leveled up in the sex game department—he absolutely knows what he’s doing.
“Okay,” I answer, making it known verbally that I agree to whatever is going to happen.
“You okay with me treating you like a fuck toy?”
“Yes.”
God, yes.
Does this mean I can sit back and enjoy the orgasms coming my way?
I am on board one hundred percent.
Anderson looks down at me with those turquoise eyes, and something shimmers behind them. He reaches out and caresses my face.
“You really are a dream.” His voice sounds almost like he’s in awe. That split second of sweet is completely gone two seconds later when he stuffs his cock down my throat.
Holy shit, he’s big.
Luckily, no gag reflexes here. He pushes further down my throat as if waiting for me to stop him, but I don’t.
“Fuck,” he growls. “No gag. Fucking hell, Ems.”
As he begins to thrust down my throat, saliva runs down my cheeks while he continues to thrust into my wet mouth while I suction around him as best as I can.
“Yes.”
I can’t move against my restraints, dammit. I give him a little slide of my teeth against his velvety skin.
“Shit,” he hisses. “You love sucking cock, don’t you?” He doesn’t expect me to answer, does he? “Taking it like a pro. That sweet little mouth disguises a fucking porn-star-worthy one.” His movements quicken as he face-fucks me into oblivion. I don’t think he even cares anymore. He’s using my mouth for his own pleasure.
“Fucking yes. Take it. Take it all. Such a good girl.” His words are stilted as he gets closer and closer to his release. “You’re going to fucking take my load like a good girl, aren’t you?” he demands.
Of course, I am. Men love that shit. Also means they return the favor ten- fold when you do, so win-win in my books.
“That’s it. You ready?”
Yeah, give it to me, big boy.
Next thing I know, he is coming down my throat. Thankfully, he’s so far down that I don’t have to attempt to swallow anything.
“Yes. God, yes. So good. So good.” He continues to ride my face until he’s spent. His dick is still hard down my throat, and he stays like that for a long time. I wait for his dick to go soft, but that doesn’t happen.
“Fuck, Ems.” I can hear the grin in his voice. “Fuck,” he pants.
Anderson eventually moves back down my body until he’s still straddled over my hips. “You are a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
Raising a brow at him, I smirk. “When one has a beautiful cock like yours, it deserves to be worshiped.”
He grins. “The same goes for gorgeous little cunts, too.” Moving further down my body, his finger slides between my exposed wet folds. “You’re so wet, Emma.” Of course, I am. “You really liked being my fuck toy?” While nodding my head in agreement, he continues, “Fuck, you are perfect.” That’s all he says before he dives between my legs, and his mouth is connecting with my pussy.
My body arches off the bed, but thanks to the restrictive restraints, I can’t go anywhere. His thick tongue swipes between
my folds, teasing and torturing me. He sucks on my clit, and thank God he found it. Over and over and over again, he teases me—his mouth is insane. He then inserts a couple of fingers. The thickness of them stretches me, giving me a bite, then his tongue soothes. My whole body is on fire as he takes me higher, pushing me to fall over the edge.
Then a thick finger slightly penetrates my hole, and I’m done for the slightest bit of pressure, and I am gone. I convulse around his magic fingers and tongue as I hurtle over the edge into the hypnotic abyss of my orgasm.
Holy shit, that was insane.
Looking down at his massive frame nestled between my legs, he looks up at me, my orgasm glistening on his chin as he gives me a cocky smile.
“I want more, Emma.” His face darkens, then his fingers are inside of me again.
Hang on, what the?
“I’m not one of these men who are satisfied with just one orgasm from you, I want more.” Holy shit. Tiny convulsions continue to lace my body as his fingers caress every single sensitive nerve between my legs.
I can’t.
I can’t come again so quickly.
I’m trashing wildly against the restraints.
“Give it to me, Emma,” Anderson growls.
Fuck, I’m lightheaded. His third finger finds my hole, and he presses against it. He remembers that’s what pushed me over the edge last time. Fuck. My back arches again as another intense orgasm rips through me, this time, though, he makes me squirt. Holy shit, he’s the first man to be able to do that. When he realizes what I’ve just done, he’s mouth is between my thighs, lapping me up.
“More, Emma. I want fucking more,” he commands.
No. He’s not going to…
Holy shit! The bastard starts all over again.
His thick fingers work me. This time he knows the exact buttons he needs to push to get what he wants from my body. This time he’s ready, his mouth is waiting for me. I’ve floated away into some other realm as he finger-bangs me into oblivion. I squirt again. This time he’s there lapping me up. He pushes and pushes until he gets more.
