Page 31 of Hotline
But my hair is still wild and soaking wet, hanging down in front of my shoulders, resting on the swell of my tits in this ridiculously small pink string bikini. My nipples are puckered. The inside of my swim briefs are slippery and wet.
He strips his shirt off. My mouth pops open in awe when I see what he's working with. Beneath that black t-shirt, he's got the sexiest body known to man. His shoulders are broad, but like the rest of his body, the muscles are lean, not part of some buffed-up exterior.
I wonder what the rest of him looks like. As jacked as this? As thick and strong as this?
He bunches up his shirt and tosses it onto the nearest recliner.
Taking his shirt off has knocked loose something that was clinging to his skin. I can now smell him, and I mean really smell him. The faint scent of golden oak and brandy. My core tenses up, my teeth grabbing hold of my lower lip.
"I want to see how good you look lying by the pool," he says, taking my hand.
I go ahead of him and swing my hips as I walk to the recliner. I lay down and stretch my arms over my head.
"Pretty fucking good," he growls, palming his dick. "Now that I have that view burned into my eyes, I want more."
I scoot to the edge of the recliner as he sits on the one next to mine. We're face-to-face.
I swear he gets more gorgeous every time I look at him. His eyes are sharper yet more dreamy at the same time. He's making me feel bold. Like I can do no wrong. Like he's a safety net. Like he'll never judge me.
"Spread your legs," he says, his eyes glued to my pussy.
"Tell me more about the plans you have for me," I say, "and I just might."
"You'll be doing something more important than being at my beck and call 24/7."
"I can't think of anything more important than that."
I spread my legs a little as his jaw tenses. With every little movement of his eyes, my body gets hotter and hotter. I think I'm going to explode if he doesn't pounce on me soon.
His dick is growing at a staggering rate until it's standing completely erect inside his swim trunks. I swallow thickly. He's big. He's really, really big. He palms his cock through his shorts. I whimper softly as I slide my finger just inside the band of my bikini bottoms.
He takes his cock out. The thing unfurls from his shorts. He fists it up and down, every inch making me wonder how it's going to feel inside me.
"Want to hear about my plan?" he rasps, running his hand up and down his cock.
"Please," I say. "I need to know exactly what it's going to entail." My cheeks blush. "Tell me everything."
"First you're going to touch that pussy," he says. "Pull that bikini to the side and let me see."
A breath huffs out of my lungs as I peel my bikini to the side.
"I fucking love that it's bare." He lets out a groan. "Better for me to see every little detail."
I inch my fingers toward my clit and make small, tight circles around it. The pressure inside me is going to burst soon. I want him to see it. I want him to see everything.
"God, you are so fucking perfect," he says, brow furrowing.
He's looking at me the way no one has ever looked at me before. He is lavishing all of his attention on me. I can smell it. I can taste it. It's absolutely delicious.
His thick hand jerks up and down, up and down. My gaze swings like a vertical pendulum. I don't want to miss a single second of this. I'm consumed. Encompassed. I slide my finger down to my opening and whimper when I feel how wet I am. I'm completely soaked.
"I am going to take this pussy raw," he rasps. "It's what I've wanted since day one."
The breath gets sucked out of my lungs.
"Keep rubbing your clit," he says, his eyes dark and intense, locked between my legs. "I want to see that pussy cum."
"Oh my god," I whisper.
