Adrianne Byrd - King's Pleasure

But then a huge wave hit them. Jeremy held back a scream as the icy water swallowed him whole. The crashing wave provided him with the chance to experience the pleasure of his seductive nymph’s erotic curves as she rolled on top of him, her luscious breasts brushing against his chest. Suddenly the ocean wasn’t so cold after all.

Bobbing back up to the surface, his playmate’s laughter filled his ears. But what made him awestruck was that she was perfectly positioned, so that at just the right angle the moonlight bouncing off her honey-brown skin convinced him that he really was dealing with some sort of water goddess.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, unable to stop staring.

“Aw. I bet you say that to every half-naked woman you meet.”

“I’m going to plead the Fifth on that one,” he said to be safe. “Though it doesn’t change the fact that you’re very, very beautiful.”

“Thank you. And if you don’t mind my saying, so are you.”

Jeremy’s face twisted again. “Men aren’t beautiful.”

“They aren’t?” She laughed.

“No. You’re supposed to say that they are either handsome or good-looking.” He reached up and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. “Men are not beautiful.”

She cocked her head. “Sounds like I’ve ruffled someone’s manly feathers.”

“Nah. I’m just saying.” Her breasts brushed up against him again, making him lose his train of thought. In fact, his eyes focused on her full, luscious mouth.

“You were just saying what?”

He blinked. “Hell. I forgot.”

She laughed as they bobbed up and down in the water. Her hardening nipples added more inches to his erection. After staring at her for so long and enjoying the rush of foreplay endorphins, he could no longer suppress the urge to just kiss her.

His moon-bathed goddess welcomed his lips with a soft moan, but he was completely unprepared for the Godiva’s kiss that was as sweet as it was decadent. Immediately he was addicted. He found himself greedily deepening the kiss, barely mindful of keeping his body afloat as they drifted farther from the beach.

Not only was his temptress sweet, she was aggressive, as well.

She locked her hands around the back of his head and held him in place while her tongue practically molested his mouth, which was equal parts dirty and seductive. When she finally released him, he didn’t know whether he needed to file a police report or sign over his life savings for her to do it again.

If I’m not careful, a girl like her…

Jeremy fiercely shook off the rogue thought, but his gaze zoomed back to her buxom breasts and started having their own conversation. “Who are you?”

She pulled one of her hands from behind his head and pressed a finger to his lips. “No names, remember?”

He cocked a half grin to cover his sudden wave of irritation. “I have to call you something.”

“In that case, you can call me…” she teased, “…the best you’ll ever have.”

The silvery light picked up the wicked gleam in her eyes as she peeled her bikini bottoms off her hips, Never in all of Jeremy’s life had he ever experienced such an intense and powerful tremor that seemed to originate in the center of his soul. Baby Girl climbed back up into his arms and locked her silky legs around his hips. This time, there were no bikini bottoms blocking their connection. He received another surprise when he tried to squeeze into her incredibly tight walls. They gasped and then watched their reactions mirrored as their bodies slowly fit together.

Ignoring the sharp rocks stabbing the pads of his feet, Jeremy’s toes began to curl. But that was nothing compared to the way his thick arms trembled despite her slight weight. There was just something about the way the muscles in her velvety pussy tightened and rippled, causing his tear ducts to water and blur his vision.

She adjusted to his size and thickness faster than he could regain his bearings, as she started working her hips in perfect figure eights.

“Oh, damn, Baby Girl,” he gasped, and then clenched his jaw. Soon, sucking air through his teeth was the only way he could breathe. This experience was all new to him. Her body was activating all kinds of switches that he didn’t even know existed.

“Daddy, you feel good.” Leigh flung her head back and set her hips with that extra room.

Jeremy had no doubts that he was dealing with a woman who was the queen of Kegel exercises. She was putting him through the wringer. Less than a minute in, he started tightening his abdominal muscles to try to stave off coming too soon. However, that trick wasn’t working tonight. He was about the come whether he wanted to or not.

“What’s the matter? Hmm?” She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. “You can’t keep up, Big Daddy?”

Jeremy wanted to brag that he could handle anything she tossed his way, but that was shaping up to be a huge lie. Hell, he wanted to call a timeout, regroup and go at this again after a big bowl of Wheaties and some Gatorade. But that’s not how a playa handled things.

After witnessing his struggle, Baby Girl leaned forward and sucked his left earlobe into her hot mouth. He gasped at the feel of his skin scraping against her teeth. She pulled back and chuckled.

“I told you a little pain never hurt nobody.” Her smile widened. “What happened to all that swag you had earlier tonight?”

No, Baby Girl wasn’t challenging his manhood. He had to pick this up a notch or forever be defined as a two-minute brother. And he wasn’t having that.

The big guy upstairs was still answering prayers because suddenly they were hit with a huge wave, knocking them off balance and dipping them into the ocean. Seconds ticked by like minutes, while he splashed around and kicked. Just before panic settled in, the ocean spat him out—in nothing but his birthday suit.

The sound of Baby Girl’s laughter filled his ears and when he scanned the moonlit beach, he caught sight of her brick-house frame jiggling away—with his clothes.

“’Ey, yo! Where are you going?”

She glanced over her shoulder and laughed.

“Oh. All right. So you want to play,” he said to himself as he pushed himself up onto his feet and then gave chase.

She sped up, waving his underwear over her head and whooping it up.

Frankly, she looked adorable—footloose and carefree.

“Yo! Get back here!”

“You got to catch me!” the woman yelled as her long legs carried her away from the bachelor party and from shore.

They raced across the beach like children, drawing attention from the bachelor party.

“Hey, baby,” one woman hollered out. “You don’t have to chase me!”

“Me, either, with your fine ass!”

And not to be out done, a few dudes hollered out propositions to Baby Girl.

Before Jeremy knew it, he had beach full of groupies heckling and tossing their bikini tops at him.

“Damn, do you see that one brother’s pipe?” one girl shrieked.

With his ego expanding, Jeremy remained in hot pursuit of the curvy diva running off with his clothes. Three houses down, his clothes bandit disappeared. “Where in the hell did you go?”

Certain that she had ducked behind one of the smaller white houses, he raced around the entire building.

Nothing. He tried the front door, but it was locked. Next, the side door—locked. Maybe it was one of the other houses. Should he risk running to another house—naked? What if it was the wrong one and someone called the cops?

“All right,” he called out. “Very funny. Where are you?” He glanced around again and strained his ears to hear even the slightest sound. This would be the perfect time to at least have the girl’s name.