Page 100 of Hawaii Can Suck It

I’m done for.

“Baby, I can’t be soft with you.” My hands shake as they slide up her thighs. “Later—I swear to God—I’ll worship every inch. But right now, I’m three seconds away from combusting just looking at you.”

“Shut your gorgeous face up and fuck me.”

I’m smiling like an idiot as I scramble on top of her. I graze the skin of her throat with my lips, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Nope, I’ve changed my mind…” Rolling onto my back, I pull her on top of me. “I want to watch your gorgeous tits bounce while you ride my dick.”

I yank my shorts down just enough to free myself, then look up to see her top fly off. Her breasts spill free, those rosy nipples already stiff and begging for attention. I slide my hands up her body, finally—finally—FINALLY—getting to touch the most incredible tits in fucking existence.

Holy fuck!

I’ve never given much thought to how I hoped to die, but this is it: palming Camila Morales’ perfect tits while she straddles me in a beach tent.

“I want to do everything. Touch you. Taste you. Kiss. Fuck. Cuddle the hell out of you.”

“We’ll do it all, I promise. Multiple times,” she says, rocking against me and creating a friction that makes my eyes cross. “But I need you inside me… now.”

“Jesus.” I send up a prayer to whichever Hawaiian god blessed me with this gorgeous, impatient woman. I fumble for a condom with shaking hands, nearly ripping it in my rush.

Her jaw drops as I roll it on. “Holy shit, I thought you were huge before you got drugged.”

“So you lied when you painted me as a flimsy little pencil?”

“You didn’t need your ego inflating this beast you call a dick any bigger.”

“Think you can take all of it?”

She rises to her knees, determination blazing across her face, and shoves her panties aside—too impatient for proper undressing. I expect her to ease down, squeeze me in gently, but instead—holy fucking hell—she grips me like it’s a challenge, lines us up, and drops down so hard my vision whites out.

“Motherfu—baby—” My words strangle in my throat at the sight of her taking me completely. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not some delicate flower. Don’t you go easy on me.”

That does it. I slam up into her, and the sound she makes? Pure filth.

“Do you feel that?” My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, guiding her up just to slam her back down. Again. Again. Each thrust more savage than the last. “Two years of wanting this. Wanting you. Taking my cock like you were created for it.”

I lose myself completely, fucking her like a man possessed. Her incredible tits bounce with each thrust. Each delicious slam—flesh against flesh—builds my climax. The glorious stars, framing her overhead, have nothing on the view of Cam’s breasts bouncing viciously to our brutal pace.

She keeps getting tighter, impossibly tighter, as if she’s trying to trap me inside her forever. And damn if I don’t want to let her.

Her nails dig into my chest as she rides me like she’s trying to break us both. The marks she leaves? I’ll wear them like trophies.

“Fuck, Cam, I’m gonna explode.”

“I dare you not to come yet.” Even breathless, she’s still challenging me.

“Right back at you, Morales.”

“Fuck me harder.”

“You want harder?” I grip her hips tight enough to bruise. “I already told you—you can have whatever the fuck you want, baby.”

My movements are unhinged, but she matches me thrust for thrust. I swear we’re breaking the laws of physics. We’re fighting gravity… We’re flying. She anticipates every erratic snap of my hips, meeting my intensity, slamming hard, and I meanhard, against me.

Spanish tumbles from her lips between ragged breaths, her pleas and demands tangled together in a frenzy.

I release her ass with one hand to find her clit, circling her nerve center and making her entire body quiver. Then—SMACK—my palm lands on that perfect ass. “Now baby, now!” I pinch her clit and she screams my name like a battle cry, her orgasm a volcanic eruption.

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