That Man 3 (14 page)

“Oh God, Blake,” I moaned. Nothing had prepared me for the touch of his hot, gifted
tongue.

The soft flick was followed by fervent laps. Lap after lap. My man was famished. Ravenous
for me. Mad with lust. My fingers tangled his damp silky hair as I let him savor the
sweetness between my thighs. Lick by sweet lick, the pulsating pressure escalated,
driving me to the point of no return. The blindfold only heightened the sensation.
My face contorted and my breathing grew ragged. He was devouring me. I thought I was
going to jump out of my skin. I honestly couldn’t take it anymore.

“You taste so fucking good,” Blake murmured, unable to get enough of me.

“Make me come,” I cried out.

“You’re almost there,” he breathed into my throbbing pussy.

He sucked my clit and I came with a scorching roar of his name. Oh. My. God.

Blake drew my trembling body into his arms and whipped off the bikini top from my
eyes. Blinking them several times as they adjusted to the light, I soaked him in.
A smug, triumphant smile curled on his face.

“Have you had enough of breakfast?” He kissed my lips. I could taste me on him. All
sweet and sticky.

“Mmm.” I eyed the bottle of maple syrup he’d used on the floor and then my gaze shifted
to his crotch. There was a sizable bulge beneath the fabric of his swimsuit. I smiled
sheepishly and responded to his question.

“No, Blake. I’m craving some of that sausage. Take off your swim shorts.”

His brows shot up and he smiled that sexy crooked smile. “You know, baby, I love a
girl with a hearty appetite who understands mine.” He quickly did as I asked, and
in a few hot breaths, he was kneeling before me, buck naked with his giant cock pointed
at me. His smile widened and his daring eyes glimmered.

Still sitting back on my heels, I reached for the syrup and drizzled a drop of it
on the crown. Lowering my head, I flicked it with my tongue. His cock jumped.

“Mmm.” I licked my lips.

I went back for some more, this time rolling my tongue around the wide rim.

“So good,” I moaned as he hissed. Indeed it was—a heady combination of sweet and salty
though the sweetness of the syrup prevailed. Blake let out a throaty groan.

I lifted my head and met his gaze. “Blake, I have to tell you something.”

His brows arched. “What might that may be?”

“I’ve always loved sausage swimming in syrup.”

Grinning, Blake eyed me shrewdly, knowing damn well where breakfast was heading (no
pun intented). “Yeah, that’s the way I like it too,” he replied as I doused his monstrous
length with the thick golden liquid. I ended up using the rest of the bottle.

Dropping my head again, I wrapped my lips around his crown and sucked. So, so, good.
“Mmmmmm,” I hummed. I was so hungry—and turned on—I could eat him whole.

He let out another moan, this one deeper and louder. “Tiger, take it all.” I felt
his large hand press on my head, coaxing me to go down on him. Slowly, I dragged my
mouth down his rigid shaft, savoring the maple flavor along the way.

“Oh yeah.” He hissed again, releasing my head as I made my way back up.

“Harder, deeper,” he groaned.

This time I worked my mouth down his hot thick length, dragging my teeth lightly along
the pulsing vein, until I could feel the tip tickle the back of my throat.

“Jesus, tiger. That’s so fucking good.”

His compliment inspired me to repeat the movements and pick up speed. I heard myself
humming as I worked his cock fast and furious. My throaty sounds harmonized with his
feral groans. His immensity filled the hollows of my cheek and, in no time, I could
feel it pulsing inside my mouth. Preparing for orgasm.

“Jen, baby, I’m going to come. Are you ready?”

I nodded as I descended on him one more time. As I took him to the hilt, his organ
exploded deep inside my mouth, blasting hot cum down my throat. I squeezed my eyes
and swallowed. My mouth stayed clamped on his cock as he slowly pulled out. Lifting
my head, I opened my eyes and met his.

“Fuck, tiger, that was the best head I’ve ever gotten.”

I gazed down at his cock. It was still semi-erect, glistening with a combination of
cum, saliva, and syrup. Still, so, so edible. My tongue wet my lips.

“My mother always told me to clean my plate. To never leave leftovers,” I said as
I bent down and licked the delicious remains of our pancake and sausage breakfast.
He came again.

He blew out a hot breath. “Your mother taught you well.” He lifted my head up by my
ponytail and slammed his mouth onto mine.

*

After breakfast, I wanted to take another shower. We were both so sweaty and sticky.
Blake had a better idea. Ten minutes later, after climbing down the steep cliff side
stairs that led to a private beach, we were jumping waves in the ocean. Though a competent
swimmer, I was somewhat afraid of the ocean. But Blake held me in his strong arms
as we navigated the fierce waves. Like always, he made me feel safe. I kissed him
many times while waves licked my clit.

After half an hour of frolicking, Blake carried me from the ocean and set me down
on the warm, sparkling sand. I was dripping wet, and though the dip was refreshing,
I was a little chilled. I was eager to wrap myself in one of the large beach towels
we’d brought along.

Drying off, I couldn’t help but notice how truly god-like Blake looked. He was so
much bigger than me. So much more powerful. Every finely honed muscle glistened in
the sunlight, and on his golden skin, specks of the salty sea sparkled like fairy
dust. There was something so damn sexy about him with his hair slicked back and his
wet-lashed blue eyes glimmering like jewels. I swear, I wanted to jump him.

Running his large hand through his shimmering dark hair, he caught my eyes on him.
“Are you staring at me again, tiger?”

I smiled sheepishly and felt myself blush. “I can’t help it. Sometimes, Blake, I don’t
think you’re real.”

A devilish smile splashed across his face. “Believe me, baby.
I’m
the
real
McCoy.

I felt my towel and bikini fall from me and, in the sound of a crashing wave, I was
rolling in the sand with him.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I giggled.

“That’s the plan.”

“But don’t you have ocean dick?” I’d read once that men’s organs shriveled in the
cold salty water.

He smirked as he shoved off his swim trunks. “That doesn’t apply to me.”

My eyes widened. No, it didn’t. Blake’s cock in its full glory was ready for action.
I blissfully screamed out his name as he rolled on top of me and plunged it into my
pussy. Another first. I was being fucked on the beach. In a bed of sand.

“Does. This. Feel. Real. To. You?” he beat out on each hard, long masterful stroke.

“Yes,” I gasped.
So real. So good. So right.

He continued to ruthlessly pound into me. His hands were anchored in the sand while
mine dug into his muscular flesh. The warmth of the sand beneath me contrasted deliciously
with the coolness of his ocean-wet body above me. His eyes shone fierce with passion
and determination.

“Do you want it harder, tiger?”

“Oh, yes.”

He obliged and grunts accompanied the forceful blows, each so deep it hit my G-spot.
His pubic bone rubbed against my clit and my nipples hardened with erotic pleasure
from the friction of his chest. The crashing ocean waves sounded in my ears as my
own glorious waves began to curl inside me like a tsunami. My shrieks competed with
the squawking gulls and Blake’s grunts and groans. I was about to have an orgasm of
epic proportions.

“Oh, Blake, I’m going to come big time.” The words choked out.

“Hold on, baby.” On the next deep, powerful thrust, we climaxed together, his massive
orgasm riding my sea of fierce waves. Tears leaked from my eyes as he shouted out
my name. He collapsed his head onto my breasts as if they were two soft pillows and
breathed audibly against them. I ran my fingers through his damp silky hair and caressed
his sun-baked back, relishing the warm ripples of his muscles beneath my hand. Tears
continued to scroll down my cheeks. Oh, how I loved him—so very much.

We stayed in this position for several long, sensuous minutes, his molten cock buried
deep inside me. The music of the sea played in my head as his warm body sheltered
me from the cool ocean breeze. I never wanted to lose him, and at the thought, my
arms wrapped tightly around him, wanting to hold him forever. I needed to hear him
say those three words again. As if he heard my thoughts, he raised his head and gazed
into my eyes. He told me he loved me and that I was his tiger. My heart melted as
my insecurity lifted. I had to stop thinking I might lose him or he would hurt me.
He doused me with kisses and my worries dissipated.

Slowly, he pulled out of me and rolled off my body. “Stay there,” he ordered. “You
look so beautiful. I want to take some photos.”

I bolted to a sitting position. My body was covered with sand from head to toe. I
tried to fix my damp sandy ponytail. It was futile.

“Blake, no! I look terrible.” I hastily brushed off some of the sand and smoothed
my hair.

“Trust me, you look beautiful,” he responded as he bent down to retrieve his iPhone
on the beach blanket we’d brought along. He sat back down, cross-legged, beside me.

“Let’s take some selfies.”

“No,” I protested again. “I’m a mess.”

“You look perfect.” He drew me into his arms and playfully kissed my lips as he held
up his phone.
Click.
“Now smile.”
Click.
I pecked him on the cheek.
Click.
“Make a funny face.” We both stuck out our tongues.
Click
. Our tongues met.
Click.
And we kissed again.

After the hot open-mouthed kiss, Blake insisted on taking some solo pictures of me.

“As long as I’m not naked. Just my face.”

“Promise. Scout’s Honor.” With his free hand, he gave me the three-finger hand signal
and then squatted in front of me.

I shot him a playful dirty look. “You were never a Boy Scout!”

“Nope. Scout’s Honor,” he laughed as he clicked away.

After a dozen or so shots, I begged to see the photos—just to be sure Mr. Bad Boy
wasn’t shooting me nude. Before he could say a word, I snatched the phone out of his
hand and pressed the camera roll. A barrage of snapshots filled the screen. My eyes
popped, and my heart did a flip-flop landing hard in my chest. Shaking, I clicked
onto the photo I couldn’t get my eyes off. The phone was muted, but I didn’t need
sound. My mouth fell open as I watched a video that Blake had taken. The video of
Bradley and his hygienist, Candace, groping at each other in a heated embrace. Close
to hyper­vent­ilat­ing, my heart raced and my breathing labored. Blake’s voice hacked
into my state of shock.

“See, baby, you can trust me.”

I stopped the video—I didn’t need to see it to the end—and finally got my mouth to
move. “How could you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“
You
took that video of Bradley all over his hygienist and sent it to me?
You’re
Charles Palmer the third?”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Blake flung his head back and muttered three words. “Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.”

“Fuck you!” Tears of rage welled up in my eyes. “How could you do that to me?”

Blake ran a hand through his hair and sucked in a gulp of air. “Baby, I wanted to
save you.”

“Save me?” My quivering voice had risen an octave. “Save me from the first man I loved?
The man I was going to marry?” I shook my head as tears streamed down my face. “No,
you wanted to destroy him.”

“You deserved better.”

I swiped at my tears. “Oh, yeah? Someone better? Like some bastard like you?”

“Jennifer, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Honestly.”

“Well, you did, you deceitful, conniving bastard.” I clambered to put my bathing suit
back on. “Here… take your fucking phone. I’m out of here.” Rising to my feet, I hurled
the phone at him. He managed to catch it as I stormed off.

“Wait!”

“Don’t you dare follow me!” I shouted without turning to look at him.

With blinding tears, I plodded through the warm sand as quickly as I could, my feet
sinking deeply into the sparkling granules. Dark thoughts bombarded my mind. What
sick fuck would do something like that? How could I fall for someone like that? And
how was I ever going to work for him? The ocean breeze sent a chill up my spine as
hot tears scorched my face. I needed to get out here and clear my head. Pack up my
stuff and call for a Lip Service car. Yes, that’s what I would do.

My calves ached from running in the sand, but the sooner I could get out of here,
away from the bastard, the better. Not far from the steep cliff side stairway that
led up to Gloria and Jaime’s glass palace, a sharp pain stabbed at my right foot.
Yelping a loud “ow,’ I stopped dead in my tracks and winced as the piercing pain radiated
up my leg. Balancing on my left leg, I examined the sole of my other foot. Fuck. I’d
stepped on a piece of glass, and the three-inch shard was lodged deep in my arch.
Without over thinking, I squeezed my eyes and yanked it out. Tears spilled down my
face as I let out a loud shriek of pain. Clutching the shard, I surveyed the damage.
I was left with a deep, jagged gash; blood gushed out as nausea rose to my chest.
I was never good with blood. Lowering my foot to the sand, I tippytoed so as not to
get sand in the wound. The location of the cut made that impossible. I tried walking
on my heel; that didn’t work either. I pondered my next move as blood soaked the sparkling
grains. When I heard Blake calling out to me and getting closer, I picked up my pace.
I tried putting my foot down, but the pain was too much. I almost buckled. Lifting
my heel back up, I forced myself to keep going. The bleeding got worse, and a lightheaded
feeling set in.