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After all, it was only fair to return the favor after he’d given me someamazingoral. I felt bad that I couldn’t orgasm because I could tell how badly he wanted to give me one—but it certainly wasn’t because of a lack of skill or effort on his part.
I tugged his swim trunks down and off his legs. Freed, his towering cock swung out and slapped his taut abdomen with a heftythwack.
“Jeez,” I muttered, eyeing his considerable length. “You’rehung.”
He held a fistful of my hair and softly grumbled curse words as I ran my tongue up and down his solid, vein-rippled shaft. His manly scent filled my nostrils, weakening my knees. His solid flesh tasted salty and slick, like the lake water.
“Do you like that?” I teased, as I split his balls with my tongue.
“God, yeah,” he said, quietly sighing.
I wrapped my lips around his glans and pushed, his manhood sliding along my tongue until he touched the back of my throat.
“Oh, Emma.” He spoke my name reverently.
Careful not to make any sloppy slurping sounds, I sucked him slowly, tenderly. The only sound was the whistling of the silky lake breeze that cut through the room’s screen window. I timed my rhythm to the boat’s gentle bobbing in the calm waters: up … and down. Up … and down.
Jack leaned back on his elbows and watched me, his washboard abs tightening, eyes darkening with sin. His many inches disappeared down my throat again and again, making him grunt and groan with animal desire.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that, Emma.”
Spending a lazy day on the lake in a yacht like this? I could easily suck Jack’s dick all day—but with a sudden and slight panic, I remembered that Mackenzie wasn’t the world’s greatest napper. It was only a matter of time before she’d wake—and the faster I could make Jack come, the less of a chance of us getting interrupted or caught.
My hand joined my mouth, stroking Jack faster and harder, his dick throbbing between my cheeks. Jack began to pant, his cheeks reddening with a hint of blush. His cock swelled, turning as hard as steel in my mouth, and I knew he was close.
I popped him out of my mouth and jerked him hard, fast, relentless.
“Please, come for me,” I begged, tendrils of saliva hanging from my lips to his penis. “I wanna taste your cum.”
“Oh God, keep going,” Jack said in a pleasured hush, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I’m gonna come so hard for you.”
I threw my mouth over his tip, my hand a blur as it flew up and down his shaft, and waited.
“Hnngh!” Jack groaned, desperately trying to stay quiet as he climaxed.
His cock throbbed in my hand, and a jet of salty warmth splashed against the roof of my mouth.
“Oh my god yes,” he grunted, his six-pack abs straining as he filled my mouth with his seed.
I milked him with my tongue. When the pulsing stopped, I swallowed down every last drop of his thick cream.
Spent, Jack’s head hit the pillow. I laid next to him.
“You’re incredible, Emma,” he said. He kissed me, a tender heat between our lips. We kissed deeper, hotter. A liquid heat pooled between my legs and my willpower began to melt away. My breath quickened, and I started to wonder if maybe itwasn’ttoo early to sleep with Jack after all—
Until, across the boat, I heard the shuffle of a moving body.
“Mommy?” Mackenzie called, her voice quiet behind the guest cabin’s shut door.
“That’s my signal,” I said to Jack, pulling up my top and hurriedly stepping into my bikini bottom. I jumped on the bed, rushing to give him one last kiss. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he said, his happy face still flushed with bliss.
I left Jack’s room and called out for Mackenzie. “I’m coming, sweetheart!”
Chapter 21
Jack
