Chapters (43)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Author’s Note
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Part Two
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Epilogue
- Epilogue Two
- Also by Natasha Bishop
- About the Author
“Oh fuck, Kai. Right fucking there,” she cries. I didn’t need her to tell me. I know her body inside and out. I know what strokes of my tongue make her cry out. Which move of my fingers makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. Where to stroke her with my dick to make her toes curl. I’ve studied her body and her reactions to me with a fine-tooth comb. I’ve graduated with a PhD in her pleasure and made it my mission to be her best student.
I bring my mouth back to her clit, enjoying the sting of pain from her fisting my hair. I suck on her sensitive nub while my fingers work her. I take note of the telltale signs of her release coming. The clenching of her walls, the slight tremble in her legs, the drop of her jaw. I suck harder and when she comes I soak it up like a starved man and then pull her into a sloppy kiss so that she can taste herself. I lose myself in the kiss but still manage to pull my trunks down enough to free my throbbing dick and slam her down on it. She lets out a throaty moan in my mouth that reverberates through my body, seeping into my bones.
“Good fucking girl. You take me so well.” Her pussy clenches around me and her mouth opens to say something, but the words die on her throat when I angle her so that my strokes hit her deeper. I get her bathing suit top down far enough to expose her peaked nipples and pull one between my teeth. I’m sure to give both breasts equal attention; I wouldn’t want them thinking I had a favorite. Her right breast is slightly bigger than the left and the nipple on her right side is a little more sensitive than the left so I tease and bite that one until I can tell by her eyes that it’s painfully tender and then I soothe the pain with my tongue. I suckle her left nipple and massage it until her eyes roll.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” she groans.
“Let it go.”
And she does, and I follow her moments later. If we weren’t pruning from the water, I could stay here forever.
“Best session ever,” she sighs.
As we close up and head out for the night I send a quick text to Faith.
Me: No one has a session booked in the pool tomorrow right?
Faith: No, why?
Me: Good. We should probably drain it.
Faith: *throw up emoji* if I weren’t so happy for you I’d be disgusted
Me: That’s why you’re my favorite
Faith: Right. You know there’s cameras in the pool area right?
Me: I got that handled