Page 49 of Capri

Nothing can stop me from risking it, though.

“I need you naked, Jones. It’s only fair,” I tease.

He chuckles and I can’t help it; I reach for my clit, hoping it’ll encourage him. “Less clothes, please,” I request.

His laugh alone makes me spiral.

He lifts his shirt in one pull, revealing his strong set of abs and tastefully trimmed chest hair. His shorts drop in an instant, leaving him naked and unashamed before me. Thighs carved in strong muscle leading to calves with ropes of strength.

Jones Archer is an adonis. Like a Greek god, chiseled to perfection and aged like fine wine.

His tan skin is without a blemish, sunscreen likely a staple on the yacht most days. He takes care of himself well, and I find that alluring.

“This naked enough for you, sweetheart?” Jones asks me, taking a long stroke of his thick cock.

The swollen shaft before me is intimidating. Yet, my mouth salivates, remembering the taste of his salty cum on my tongue.

“I want you inside of me, Jones. Ruin me. Let me feel you deep.”

I strum my finger over my clit, my breathing seeping out heavy and sharp. I search for a feeling I know I can only get from him.

His green eyes suddenly turn dark, a strong need rushing through him. “Feet up. Spread wide for me, Capri.” He closes in, his eyes following the motion of my spread legs, swollen pussy on display for him.

“Like this?” I ask, getting slightly nervous.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbles. “I can’t wait to fill this tight little cunt.”

Thinking he’ll plunge right in, I’m pleasantly surprised when Jones drops to his knees, lining his face up with my soaked core. “Just one taste first,” he groans, lapping at my center.

I see stars. His feasting of me has my hips rocking and my hand gripping his thick hair, pulling tight. “Oh, god,” I moan.

“Mmmm.” His groan has me ravenous for the chase. He savors the taste of me, taking his time, stroke by stroke.

“I need you. I need you,” I pant.

Patience turns to ferocity as Jones unlatches from my clit and takes my mouth. With the taste of me on his tongue, he kisses me breathless as his cock strokes the outside of my pussy lips.

I need to come.

“You’ve got me, sweetheart. Deep breaths for me, okay?”

I moan, knowing I can take it.

Jones pulls a condom from his back pocket and covers his shaft. It looks painful, and I can’t wait to see him come undone.

A deep breath escapes my lips before he fills me, capping me to the brim and ruining me for all men.

Jones stills for a moment, his eyes falling closed at the sensation of us conjoined. “Too good. It’s too fucking good.”

I moan as his lips pepper kisses along my neck, whispering words of need in my ear. He’s so deep, yet it’s not enough.

“More, Jones. Please.”

“Fuck. Okay, yeah. Stay with me, Capri. Keep those pretty blues on mine.”

His thrusts pick up, railing me with ease. “Yessss.” My cries are louder than anticipated, but I can’t seem to care.

“Gonna fuck this pussy good,” Jones growls, and it sends me over the edge,

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