Page 29 of Capri

“What? Here? Have you lost your mind, Jones?”

I chuckle. “It’s possible.” I nod for her to lower, and god dammit, she does.

The soft sand of the shore meets her knees, and I slide myself to the seated bench, putting my cock directly in line with her face.

“Are you an exhibitionist?” Capri asks me in a full breath, and I bark out a deep laugh.

“You’re really fucking cute,” I tell her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I’d say I have a thing for her golden locks.

She looks almost embarrassed by her question. “No, Capri. I’m not an exhibitionist. I enjoy sex and everything that comes with it, whenever and however I want. Right now, that’s on this island with my cock down your throat. Now, take me out.”

She gulps but makes no effort to argue before untying my board shorts and sliding them down just enough to let my cock spring free.

“Jesus Christ.”

I laugh. “Never seen one before?”

She swats at it lightly, and the feel of her soft hand alone has me seeing stars. “Ass,” she mutters. “Yes, I’ve seen a dick before. Just not like this.” Capri waves her hand at my length.

“Like this?” I tease. I want to hear her say it.

“This…giant. I have a strong gag reflex. I don’t think this is gonna work.” Fucking hell. Could she be any more adorable?

“It’ll work. We’ll make it work.”

Capri nods, trusting me before lowering her mouth and taking me all the way. “Motherfucker,” I groan.

My hand finds the side of her face, shielding her from the view of strangers around us. Capri moans as her tongue runs up the bottom of my shaft, stroking me with softness before taking me to the back of her throat.

“Mhmm,” she moans.

“That’s it. Relax your throat, Capri. You’re doing so well.”

That looked a lot like motivation.

Her pace quickens. “You like that? Does my golden girl like being praised?”

Capri’s head nods, and the moan that escapes her sounds strangled and feral. She’s feral for my cock and I’m feral to come, having her swallow every last drop.

“She does.” I use my words for her. “I can work with that,” I gloat and feel my eyes roll to the back of my head in ungodly pleasure.

“This mouth,” I grunt. “You suck a lot of cocks, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head, running her lips to my tip and circling it with her tongue. “Good. Now make me come.”

And she does. My body falls into a rush of overwhelming satisfaction, sending vibrations through me as I come with force.

“Fuck. Fuckkkk. That’s it. Don’t stop.”

Capri’s moans become frantic, and suddenly, I forget where we are. Fuck the people around us. It would be an honor for them to see her beautiful lips at work.

“I’m coming, Capri. Don’t waste a single drop. You’re doing so well,” I tell her.

I empty myself completely in her mouth, watching as she swallows all of me and sticks her tongue out to prove it.

“Perfect girl.”

I pull her to stand and kiss her lips softly, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Did anyone see?” she asks, searching the island for a witness.

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