The Bikini Diaries by Lacey Alexander, cey Alexander Read Free Book Online Page B

more—oh God, it was overwhelming. And then his finger slid deeper,
    deeper, making her whimper as she broke out into a sweat, every pore of her body
    reacting to this new, unexpected way of being fucked.
    At some point her arms gave out, curling beneath her on the chair, but she kept her
    bottom raised high as he continued giving her the most glorious fuck of her life. The
    pleasure was so strange and new and intense that she began to fear she would lose her
    mind. She wanted to touch herself, in front, but she simply hadn't the strength—he'd
    drained it all from her.
    "Please," she begged him without considering it, "rub me. Rub my pussy."
    "Ah, Jesus," he murmured behind her, and she knew he liked the request. A moment later, the hand that had held steady at her hip all this time snaked around her thigh and between her legs, his fingertips stroking, stroking, where she needed it most.
    "Oh yes, yes, yes!" That was all it took, all she needed, that last little bit of sensation in just the right spot. And she was tumbling, screaming, into an orgasm so intense that it
    jolted her body almost violently—once, twice, three hard times before the pulses of
    pleasure felt more like normal ones. She heard herself sobbing, nearly crying with the
    release, not quite able to make sense of what had just happened to her body. She'd never experienced anything like this—she felt drunk, crazed, pleasured, replete, all at once.
    Behind her, Brandon's thrusts grew harder, even harder, but she met them
    enthusiastically—the very desire to please him as much as he'd pleased her delivered a
    burst of energy when she least expected it. "Yes!" she told him through clenched teeth.
    "Fuck me! Fuck me!" There was no pain now, only a profound and pounding pleasure deep inside her as she took all he had to give.
    His hands were back on her ass now, and he lifted one to spank her some more, the
    stinging smacks coming precisely as he rammed himself into her deep. He began to
    groan, to curse below his breath, 'Ah, damn... fuck... yes..." And then he thrust deeper than he ever had before, nearly pushing her knees out from under her, but she struggled to hold her position, and he rasped, 'Ah, yeah, now," and drove deep, again, again, again, until finally they collapsed together in a heap on the lounge chair.
    They lay that way a minute or two, long enough that Wendy began to wonder if he was
    falling asleep. Long enough to start feeling regret—if she were going to feel it. She
    didn't, though. At all. Elation was more like it.
    "Hey," he finally whispered near her ear. "You okay?"
    She turned, rolling onto her back and into his arms. "Way more than okay," she assured him.
    He grinned down at her, looking amused and maybe a little pleased with himself, until
    finally she said, "What?"
    "Sorry. I'm just thinking about when we first got here, how concerned you seemed with not getting the bottom of your dress wet. And look at it now." He raised enough for Wendy to spy the tangerine-colored garment in a twisted jumble around ' her waist. Bits
    of sand stuck to the fabric, and to their skin, from when she'd pushed him down onto the beach. They were a sexy, sticky, erotic mess.
    She couldn't help smiling wickedly up into his eyes. "Some things are worth ruining a dress for."
    The glimpse she'd taken between them—her body naked but for the bunched dress, his
    cock still impressively erect, his chest as broad and strong as she'd suspected, also dotted with grains of sand—reminded her. "Do you believe I'm a bad girl now?" she asked, peering up at him.
    "Mmm, maybe," he said with a shrug.
    "You must, since you gave me such a nasty little spanking."
    At this, he let out a loud laugh, then brought his gaze back to hers, lowering his voice.
    "What can I say? I'm a little kinky sometimes."
    She simply smiled, thinking: Maybe I am, too,
    "Working tomorrow?" Brandon heard himself ask as Wendy made the last tug involved in pulling her dress back into