Page 74 of Making the King

“But…” she breathes before she moans.

“Stop,” I hiss, and she finally drags her hands away.

“I can’t wait until we get home.” She complains and I chuckle.

“It’s a good thing we aren’t going home then.”

Not that home is far. It’s literally a four-minute drive, but I wasn’t planning on going home, and when I flick my indicator on, Cara’s eyes widen as she looks out the window to see where we are going.

“What are we doing here?” she asks, as I turn into the parking lot of Cowell Beach. “Skinny dipping?”

I chuckle. “Not today, but you will be naked.”

She doesn’t even hesitate as I park the truck. She gets out, her feet bare with only a towel wrapped around her.

I can’t wipe the grin off my face as I quickly get my shoes off before joining Cara and lead her down to the beach. It’s dark down here, so I use the flashlight on my phone to guide us until we hit the sand, and then Cara grins sheepishly at me, before she drops the fucking towel and runs off giggling.

“Look out for the crabs.” I chuckle, but she has no cares in the world right now, and I fucking love that.

Even though it’s dark, I can see enough to see her kicking her feet in the water, like a child that rarely gets to go to the beach.

“Move down this way.” I call to her, and she follows my order, kicking the small waves as she skips along toward the wharf until she’s finally under the structure trying to kick water at me as she hides behind the posts.

We laugh, and play a bit of tag around the posts under the wharf, splashing in the shallow water until I can’t take not having my hands on her any longer, and I catch her before we tumble onto the sand as waves splash over us.

Like magnets, our lips collide, tongues clash, and our hands roam. She’s completely fucking naked while I’m still fully dressed, and it’s a form of torture having the fabric barrier in the way.

“Get these off.” She pants against my lips as she grinds herself over the hard bulge in my jeans.

I make quick work of tearing my shirt off. The moment it’s gone her teeth are biting my nipples while we both work on my fucking jeans.

I flip us around in the small waves, surprising my killer before standing and finishing the job at removing my fucking pants, before lowering myself back down to the sand.

Sharp nails dig into my shoulders as I press my aching cock against her heat, and she arches into me, even as she tries to flip us again.

“Uh-uh, hermosa. You’ve had your control tonight. Now it’s my turn.”

She doesn’t argue, instead answers with her lips against mine as she kisses me hungrily.

The water is cold, but not cold enough to douse the fire burning between us, and I reach down and grip my hard length, before lining it up and surging in.

“Yes.” She cries as I fill her cunt, her back arching again as the waves lap at us under the wharf.

“I need to apologize now, for how fucking quick this is going to be.” I rasp against her lips as I thrust over and over.

“The boat…” she pants, “was the foreplay,” she moans. “I’m already…”

Her words drop off as she starts fucking me right back, two bodies in the sand and waves pistoning together in a frenzy, completely and utterly united as one.

I pound into her as she slams her cunt over me, and even though our hearts are pounding like we’ve been running a marathon, I know we have only been here connected like this for a matter of minutes.

But it doesn’t matter. Nothing fucking matters when I’m with Cara like this. Nothing is even comparable.

“I’m… I’m…” She squeezes around my cock, and a scream rips from her lungs as she comes apart, kneading my dick with her tight walls and milking a dizzying climax from me.

A roar flies from my lips as I surge one last time inside her, the muscles in my back coiling as I go still, feeling the hot spurts of my cum shoot into her tight hot heat.

Cara King, is my fucking paradise.

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