No way in hell.
Dragon reached for Winter’s shirt and tugged, pulling it off of her. She’d chosen to wear a t-shirt and soft sweatpants. It made no sense at all for someone who was hanging out on the beach. She burnt easily, though, and she didn’t like the idea of accidentally ending up with a crazy sunburn for her interview on Monday.
Not that it was even happening anymore.
“Beautiful tits,” Dragon murmured. Winter looked down to see that he’d taken her bra off, too, and tossed it aside.
“Thank you.
”
She’d never been complimented on her breasts before. When she’d dated people, they’d always been polite. Even if they were going to have sex, things had always been very routine and strangely normal and ordinary. Nobody had ever made her feel like this before. Nobody had ever made her feel like her heart was going to explode.
Let alone her body.
“Lean forward,” Dragon demanded.
Winter leaned forward.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “I want to taste these pretty tits.”
Dragon took one of her breasts between his lips and teased her skin, playing with her nipple. He used his tongue and then his teeth to nip gently at her. She was already wet, but now she was fucking soaked.
And when he called her good girl it was like her entire heart felt full.
She’d never felt like that before.
Nobody had ever told her she was a good girl.
Suddenly, Winter felt like she was doing right, and that made her so damn happy that she couldn’t handle it.
Dragon took her other breast, repeating his gentle treatment. He teased her skin, playing with it and making her feel like she was going to explode. She felt herself grinding on him again, rubbing her pussy against his cock.
The only thing separating their bodies was the soft fabric of her sweatpants, but in an instant, Dragon was able to get rid of that barrier. He pushed, shoving her pants down to her ankles, and then she hovered there, straddling him.
If she lowered her body, she’d be fucking him. His penis would be inside of her, and she would be able to ride that thick, girthy cock until she came for him. The fire burning in his eyes said he’d love that.
Her brain told her it was a terrible idea.
She bit her lip.
She had a choice to make.
“What’s it going to be, Coconut?”
“What do you mean?”
“Baby, I’m dying to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he murmured, “but it’s up to you.”
He was giving her a choice.
He wasn’t going to take this from her.
“If you want me, I am so damn ready for you that it hurts,” he told her.
“I want you.”
“There’s never any pressure, Coconut. If you don’t want this, we can both walk away. No hard feelings.”