“Oh…God,” I groan, grabbing onto his shirt.

The balls hit areas that have never been touched before.

“Oh God, oh God,” I pant.

He stares into my face expectantly, and I remember to ask, “Can I come?”

He grinds his hips to mine. “You’re not worried about people anymore?”

I shake my head. He pauses to kiss my neck and shoulders. I clamp down on his cock and the balls.

“Please,” I try.

“Maybe we should wait till we get back to the villa.”

I glare at him. “You’re such a…”

“Go on. Finish your sentence, then ask to come again.”

“…tease. Can I come now?”

“That’s not what you were going to say, was it?”

“No. Sir.”

“Not a bad recovery attempt. Tell you what, I’ll let you come if you agree to take an anal plug tonight.”

I balk. I’m going to have more objects inside me? And what exactly is an anal plug?

Darren resumes his thrusting, and my doubts evaporate.

“Okay,” I agree.

“Okay, what?”

“I’ll do the anal plug. Just let me come.”

His cock stabs into me in quick, short bursts, shaking me and the balls inside me. My orgasm erupts, shattering me into pieces. I don’t realize I’ve screamed aloud till Darren clamps his hand over my mouth. After some hard and deep shoving, he reaches his climax. I lay on the sand in disarray, little pulses still rippling through my veins.

Like Amy would say: O.M.G.

Darren pulls out, brushes the sand off his crotch area and zips his pants.

He gives me a hand up. I have sand in my hair, on my dress, on my butt and even in my underwear. I take a step and wobble because the balls are still in me.

“I can’t wait to get these balls out,” I mutter.

“What if I made you wear them the rest of the night?”

My eyes widen. “You can’t make me.”

He grasps my jaw. “Sure I can. And we’re just getting started, Bridge.”

Chapter 20

DARREN

Past

After we return to the villa, I remove the balls for Bridget, order room service and take a dip in our pool with her. We join Andrea and Preston for dinner in a private area outside, overlooking the sea. Our party occupies two tables. There are four bridesmaids and groomsmen, plus the respective families of the bride and groom. I introduce Bridget to JD’s father and JD’s aunt, Elaine. JD’s father is not much for socializing and merely grunts. Elaine, however, takes more of an interest in Bridget, but not because Elaine is friendly.

“She’s so cute,” Elaine says, taking the seat next to me and setting down her aperitif. “I didn’t know you liked them so young.”

Bridget, seated on my other side, can hear everything Elaine says.

“She is legal, isn’t she?” Elaine asks

If I hadn’t brought Bridget with me, I might have ended up sleeping with Elaine. She looks youthful for her age, but regularly wears more makeup than some people don for Halloween.