Page 91 of Hawaii Can Suck It

His breath hitches, muscles going rigid as he teeters on the edge.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

“Me too, Dare.”

Reece stands over me, steadying himself with one arm beside my head, his face hovering near mine, so close we could kiss. His breath is harsh and ragged, his cock jolting in his grip, like he’s about to detonate all over me.

And God help me, I want to be the one to push the button.

“Let’s finish together,” he growls. “Turn it on high.”

“I don’t recall asking you to be in charge.”

“I think your pussy wants me to take control.”

His eyes flash, his smirk wicked, and suddenly, his hand moves. Straight for the vibrator. He switches it to high.

“Reece—”

A sharp wave of pleasure rips through me, my hips jerking violently, my moan breaking into a whimper.

“Holy shit, that’s intense!” I cry out.

“Don’t turn it down.” His voice is low, commanding. “You can take it because it’s how I would fuck you. Now, thrust it harder. I want to come with you.”

My hand moves faster, matching the frantic rhythm of Reece’s strokes above me.

His hand skims the edge of my pubic bone, the faintest whisper of contact, but he doesn’t pull away. His knuckles press against me as he pulls his shaft, hovering over me, his hips jerking forward with every slick stroke.

Reece makes a noise so low, so primal, it skates down my spine like fire.

I pant. “Imagine you’re inside me. How does my pussy feel?”

“It’s fucking heaven. Soft, wet, perfect. Your velvety walls are squeezing me, hugging every thrust. It’s—” He cuts himself off as his head tilts back, the tendons in his neck pulling taut as he fists his cock harder.

I roll my hips, thrusting the vibrator deeper, chasing that white-hot burn beneath my skin. “I’m throbbing for you,” I rasp.

“Jesus, yes.” His chest rises and falls in sharp, heavy movements. “I bet I would feel you pulsing, baby. You want to come for me right now.”

“Fuck yes.” My voice breaks, my thighs tightening, my movements frantic. “I want you harder.”

Reece growls, his hand pumping himself in time with my thrusts, his gaze glued to my body falling apart beneath him.

“You can have whatever the fuck you want, baby.”

And God, the sight of him—his thick, strong frame shuddering, his stomach clenching with every stroke, his cock leaking, as if he can’t hold on—

I want his come so bad it hurts.

Inside me. On me. All over me.

I want to reach up, grab him, push him in deep, feel the stretch, feel the weight, feel every thick inch of him filling me up until I can’t take any more. I whimper, squeezing the toy harder, picturing it’s his cock doubling down on me.

“Reece! Now.”

The words barely make it past my lips before I explode, my orgasm ripping through me with violent force, my back arching, a high, broken moan spilling from my mouth as I shatter completely.

Reece lets out a powerful, wrecked groan, his body convulsing, his strokes stuttering.

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