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His deep laughter at her rumbling told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“Now, close your eyes.”

Um, if she didn’t see where they were going and what might be coming at them, how could she—how could she what? Do something to keep them safe? Not likely. But closing her eyes, that was hard.

“You can do it, sweet girl. I promise I’ll make it worth the effort.” If coaxing would work, he’d coax.

The timbre of his growly voice brushed her ears and dropped straight to her already weeping pussy. Steeling her nerves, she complied.

Without her view of the world around her intruding, everything else was magnified. The sounds of the motor and the boat crashing against the ocean waves. The scent of the salty water.

But what captured all her attention was the feelings rushing over her. The spray of the ocean water on her skin. The size of Boone’s erection pressed between her shoulder blades as she leaned back into him. The vibrations of the boat against her bottom and pussy.

“I want you to let yourself relax. Good girl. Now, rock your hips forward and press that hot as fuck pussy against the boat.”

She obeyed.

Her eyes flew open, and a surprised “Oh!” flew from her. Holy, holy crickets! The sensations she’d been feeling were nothing compared to what she experienced following his instructions.

Her heart raced, and her breathing grew ragged. The pulse in her pussy grew to spasms as her inner muscle fought for something to squeeze. Without being told, she rocked back and then forward again.

“That’s my dirty girl. That tiny skirt is finally going to come in handy. Pull it up, Tildi.”

“Daddy,” she gasped.

“Pull it up, babygirl. Let me see those sexy panties. Unless you want to use your safeword, do it now.”

The command was back in his voice. What he was asking was so naughty. She had a feeling it was just the start of what he had in store.

Did she dare? The boat hit a wave, causing her to rock forward so hard her clit touched the boat’s vibrations. Tendrils of electric shocks spiraled through her body.

When she regained her breath, without another thought, she tugged her skirt up above her hips.

“That’s my needy girl. Now bend your knees and slide your feet up to your ass.”

She obeyed without question.

“Let your knees fall open. Yeah, babygirl, just like that. You are being such a good girl for Daddy.”

She was going to die. Not from embarrassment as she’d thought. No, she was going to go insane with need. She had never been this aroused in her life. She grabbed his ankle, holding on for dear life.

“You are doing so good, babygirl. Have you ever used your fingers to make yourself come?”

Disappointment crashed over her. Tears stung her eyes.

“Answer me, Tildi,” he said. “Have you ever made yourself come?”

“Yes,” she said. “I have, but not very often. It takes me a long time, and the results aren’t really worth the effort.”

She attempted to sit up, but he held her in place.

“I want you to try again, babygirl. Let’s see if we can improve your experience. Can you do that for Daddy?”

He’d saved her life. She would do anything for him. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too disappointed.

“I’ll try, Daddy,” she said. Even she heard the reluctance in her voice.

“That’s my good girl. Close your eyes again, and slip your hand inside your panties.”