Page 362 of Stanton Box Set

My eyes widen and I look around nervously. Shit, is anyone watching us?

“Why don’t you let me show you why you shouldn’t marry this guy?” he whispers.

I smile broadly as I take his bottle of water from him and take a drink. “You think I shouldn’t marry this guy?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t.”

“He’s a Lamborghini,” I smirk.

“Pfft, he’s a motorbike. The girl who gave him that name was deluded.” He smirks.

I smile again, I like this game.

“What’s your name?” he asks as he runs his hand down along my jaw and then down my clavicle to finally cup my breast with his hand. His thumb brushes back and forth over my nipple through my bikini top.

“Precious,” I whisper as his touch steals my ability to speak.

His eyes drop to my lips and he gently swipes through my open mouth with his tongue.

“I bet you are,” he whispers as his hand goes to the back of my head to hold me still.

“Precious,” he whispers as he lifts my chin so that my face meets his. “We are going to go over to the beach. I have something I want to show you, something I want to talk you out of.”

I look around to the beach behind us as I play along. “But my fiancé will be back soon and I’m not that type of girl,” I whisper.

He bends and gently kisses me again. I feel his hard arousal against my body. “Trust me, you are that kind of girl. I just want to talk to you, nothing more.” Our kiss deepens and I feel giddy as his body starts to take me over.

“Just talk,” I whisper into his kiss.

He nods. “Maybe steal a kiss or two,” he whispers between kisses. “You can do that, can’t you? Give me that before he comes back.”

I nod and smile. “I suppose,” I whisper into his lips.

He grabs my hand and we walk across the road to the beach and down onto the sand. It is darkened but there are a scattering of people. Most are walking along the water’s edge and others are at the back near the road. He leads me to the middle of the beach and lies down on his back on the sand.

“Lie on top of me,” he whispers.

I look around nervously. There are people everywhere. “But my fiancé,” I whisper.

“Your fiancé’s not here,” he snarls as he grabs my legs and pulls them over to straddle him. I fall on top of him. He grabs my head between his hands and kisses me deeply and slowly as he gently rocks me onto his hardness, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards. As my eyes start to roll back in my head he quickly moves me so that I am on the sand and he is on his side leaning on his elbow over me. His dark eyes drop down my body and he pulls my sarong apart, his eyes lingering on my white swimmers that are glowing in the moonlight.

“What’s in here?” he whispers as his fingers start to rub me through my bikini bottoms. His dark eyes watch my lips.

“Something you can’t have,” I whisper as I hold off a shudder of arousal.

; He slips his fingers under the side of my bikini bottom and through my wet flesh, and his eyes close in pleasure. “Judging by how wet you are, it’s something you want me to have. Something I’m taking if I want it.” His strong fingers circle through my swollen flesh and over my clitoris. My head throws back into the sand,. I can hear people talking all around us and here he is doing this to me so publicly. We need to stop.

“But my fiancé,” I whisper again.

“You won’t be thinking of your fiancé when I pump you full of my come, I promise you that.” He pushes three of his fingers into me aggressively and I cry out and grab his forearm as if I am going to stop him, but we both know I won’t. His fingers start to work me and my legs start to open by themselves as I breathe heavily. His hand drops down and he undoes his board shorts and pulls his engorged penis out, then he aggressively grabs my hand and wraps it around him and my eyes close in pleasure. He’s dripping with pre-ejaculate, so ready… so fucking hot.

His tongue once again dives into my mouth and he starts to work me even rougher, harder and I can hear voices all around. This is too intense… too public.

“Baby,” I whisper as arousal starts to steal my brain.

“I’m not your baby,” he growls as he lifts me and positions me above him and impales me in one move.