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I groan. “Don’t do that, or I’ll fuck you on the beach.”
“Sand is not made for sex,” she tells me, tugging again.
Testing me, as always. I love that she enjoys pushing me. It means I get to enjoy proving her wrong. However, knowing the sand would only hurt the both of us is the only reason I don’t make good on my promise. Though, as soon as we’re on the patio, I set her on the wooden slats and place her hands on the railing. “Right like that, baby.” I trail my fingers up her arm, over her shoulder, down her spine, reveling in the goose bumps that chase my touch.
“Mace,” she says, voice breathy. “Rose and Dare?—”
“Are minding their own business,” I tell her, hooking my fingers into her bikini bottoms. “Do you want me to stop?”
She hesitates, like she always does, but when she glances at me over her shoulder, desire burning in those icy blue irises, permission is granted.
“You like the danger, don’t you?” I tug her swimsuit down her legs and drop my trunks, fisting my cock. “That someone might catch me fucking you senseless.”
“Yes,” she confesses, arching her back.
I knock her ankles a little wider and place the tip of my cock at her center. “Say it.”
“Fuck you,” she says, a laugh chasing the words.
“Brat.” I slam into her, and all the air in her lungs rushes out. “Let me hear it.”
She shakes her head and grips the railing tight to keep from crashing into it. “Never.”
Slipping my fingers through her hair, I wrench her head back, pumping into her hard and deep. “You want to play hardball, baby?” I pull most of the way out, working only the tip inside her.
Shifting her legs in protest, she tries to rock back, but my hand on her hip stops her. “Mace!” she complains.
“Come on, little liar, tell me what I want to hear.”
Breathing out, she finally says the three words I long for. “I love you.”
“Damn fucking right, you do,” I tell her, thrusting deep and startling my favorite sound out of her. “And this pretty cunt is all mine, isn’t it?”
“Yesssss,” she rasps, rocking back to meet my hips.
I slide my hand around her body and find her clit, caressing it as a reward. “You’re so good for me.” Her walls flex around me. “So fucking beautiful when you take my cock.” She whimpers as I work her clit harder, faster, building her up so she can shatter around me. “My perfect wife,” I tell her as my length pulses inside of her.
“Please,” she begs.
And it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I’ve got you, Cassia. Always.”
I grind my teeth to keep from coming, waiting until she’s moaning, writhing, trying to get away from the sensations but desperate for the release that follows. I don’t let go of my control until my name leaves her lips on a moanand her cum coats me. Only then do I thrust hard and fast, like I could force our bodies to join, burying myself inside of her over and over until every sensation slams together and my vision dims, narrowing on the pretty redhead who’s taken my heart and soul as I shout her name.
MACE
Is everything set?
VIVIAN
They’ve been delivered. If anything needs adjusting, let me know and I’ll send one of my girls.
Perfect. Thanks again, Vivian.
I hope she loves them.
“Who are you texting?” Cassia asks, laying her head against my shoulder.