Page 73 of Hot Summer's Prey

The woman is actually magic herself. There’s no other way she could have reduced the terms and saved the day like this.

“But do you know the biggest bonus of all?” she asks, swimming closer. “She told me I get to keep this.”

Her fingers lay across the nautilus shell necklace across her chest. “It’s mine now. Just like you.”

I flush as she presses her body to mine. Through the entirety of her words, I could feel the growing desire. My sifon is fully out for her to ride before she can even think of it. But she teases me, knowing innately how much I want to be inside her. She grinds her cunt along the shaft, beaming back at me.

“I have so much I want to do with you,” she says. “So many things for us to try.”

I groan at the prospect, at the flashes of clear desires—a hundred erotic scenes play before me.

“What do you like, Pacari?” she asks. “What are your deepest fantasies? What are the things you’ve never gotten to do because you were too busy pleasing other?”

I’m at a loss for words. There are so many things I want to do with her, too. My mind is stuck on her earlier pegging comment.

She lets out a gasp. “You would?”

I pull her mouth to mine. “Would.”

She grinds harder alone my shaft.

“As soon as we get back to the surface, I’m pegging the fuck out of you,” she promises. “Might have to stop by a sex shop or something first, but—”

“You don’t need to,” I tell her. “I have toys.”

She stops grinding against me.

“What?”

“I… have sex toys,” I repeat.

“Like… here? Or?” she asks.

“Yes, some here. Some in the cave, too.”

“In your sex cave that totally isn’t a sex cave.”

“Yes,” I tell her.

“You’re not protesting that it’s your sex cave anymore,” she comments.

“Well, it’s not my sex cave. It’s our sex cave,” I tell her. “Only for you and I to have sex in. No one else.”

“I can’t believe you’re propositioning me with a sex cave,” she laughs.

“Mmm,” I hum, sliding my sifon across her cunt one last time before altering the position so I can thrust up inside her. “You propositioned me first.”

“And I’ll do it again!” she announces.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you, now, Teresa,” I warn her.

“Yeehaw!” she squeals, her breath shuddering as I enter.

“If you want to do cowboy role-play, I will dig out the hat,” I tell her.

“Sto-hop,” she whines.

As soon as I slow my pace, she smacks my chest. “Don’t you dare. You know what I meant.”

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