Chapter 142

As if to prove my point, my cock starts to stiffen when I run my tongue along her collarbone. She moans when she feels it and then lets out a squeal when I get off the bed and take her with me. Standing, I keep myself buried inside her as she wraps her arms and legs tightly around me. I cup her perfect little ass with one hand and bring my other up to clasp onto the back of her slender neck.

She buries her face in my neck, and I groan when I feel the wet heat of her tongue on my skin. I carry her above deck and sit down on one of the padded bench seats so she’s straddling my lap. The moon is full, and the stars are out in full force, but I can barely take my eyes of the beautiful girl in front of me to notice any of it.

“I told you I wanted to fuck you under the stars tonight,” I say, gently pushing her up into a sitting position, “but I changed my mind.” I run my hands over her tits, letting her nipples graze along my skin. “I want to watch you fuck me instead.”

I smile at the shy look she gets and give her nipples a good pinch.

“I want to watch you take your pleasure from me. I want to watch you ride me.”

I lean closer and wrap my mouth around her tit and give it a hard suck.

“I want to watch you cum in the moonlight, Zoe.”

She moans and grabs onto my shoulders when I bite her nipple. I help her out by grabbing onto her tight ass and grinding her against me. Soon her pleasure will wipe out all of the shyness, and judging by her moans, I won’t have to wait long.

I kiss and bite my way up to her neck, and as soon as I’m close, she presses her mouth to mine, sliding her tongue between my already open lips. Her hips don’t need my help anymore, but I keep my hands on her ass because I can’t get enough of the seductive rhythm she’s moving in.

Leaning back, I watch my beautiful girl fuck me with a wild abandon that sends a shock of pleasure straight to my dick. Her skin is practically glowing in the moonlight. Every curve of her body is absolute perfection. She rests her hands on my chest and fucks me faster, grinding herself against me as her pussy squeezes me tightly.

I let go of her ass so I can run my hands over her body. Her tits bounce with her fast movements and as I dance my fingers along her skin, I lay the palm of my hand over her tight lower belly already imagining it growing bigger with our child. She lets out a groan and smiles down at me, but when I lower my hand so I’m touching her clit, she throws her head back and digs her nails into my chest.

I rub her in tight, fast circles, and when she screams my name into the night and cums around my cock, it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Her back arches, jutting her tits out in a mouthwatering view as her hips continue their sensual rocking motion that’s threatening to be my undoing. I dig my fingers into her hip and use my other hand to keep her orgasm going. When her body starts to shake, I bring her closer so I can give her a kiss before quickly lifting her off me and setting her on the bench.

“Turn around and grab the rope,” I say, barely recognizing the ragged sound of my own voice.

She keeps her knees on the bench seat and grabs onto the rope railing as I stand behind her and grab onto her hips before ramming my dick deep inside her. I fuck her hard and fast barely registering the sway of the boat or the sound of the waves around us. All I can think about is how good her pussy feels and how badly I need it.

Her whimpering moans fill the air and soon her hips are meeting my fast movements and she’s screaming out again with her release. My body tenses and seconds later I’m lost in my own pleasure as I claim her womb again. My cock pulses inside her spasming pussy, and I’m amazed anything can feel so damn good. I thrust into her slower now, letting her pussy work to empty me of every last drop.

My hands on her hips are the only thing keeping her tiny body upright. She’s quivering beneath me, having lost all the strength in her limbs. I slide out of her and sit down, pulling her onto my lap. She immediately curls her body into mine and rests her head on my chest. I brush back her hair and kiss her sweet face.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” I whisper against her skin.

She looks up at me and smiles. “I love you, too.”

I kiss her again and hold her tighter. We stay there, looking up at the stars until she can barely keep her eyes open. As I carry her to bed, all I can think about is how I’m the luckiest man in the world.

EPILOGUE

ZOE

Logan and I were married shortly after our weekend on the boat. My mom eventually warmed up to the idea, and she was ecstatic when she learned I was pregnant. We spent most of my pregnancy on the boat, but after our son was born, it was just easier to live on land. We still spend as much time as we can on the sailboat, though. Logan is the most amazing husband ever, and he’s the absolute best father. He spoils me rotten, and I have to remind myself daily that this isn’t all a dream. I don’t know how I got so lucky.

Our son just turned one, and my mom is watching him for the weekend so we can have some time to ourselves. While he gets the boat ready, I walk down and get us a couple of ice cream cones from Double Dipped. I even manage to give my old boss a pleasant smile that he begrudgingly returns. He was less than thrilled at the news of my marriage.

With both cones in hand, I walk back to our boat and climb aboard. The sight of my shirtless husband makes my heart stop. Will I ever stop feeling this way around him? God, I hope not. He gives me a big, sexy grin and walks over to me. I have to remind myself to not drop the cones when he gives me a deep kiss that leaves me gasping and completely aroused.

“Ice cream cones?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

I smile and start backing up to go below deck. The heated look he gives me makes me let out a squeal as I quickly scurry below deck. He’s right behind me, and when we’re below, his hands are all over me, already tugging off my shorts and panties. He makes quick work of my bikini top, and very soon I’m standing naked before him with just my ice cream cones.

He watches as I bring a cone to each tit and coat my breasts in ice cream. The groan he makes has me smiling as I look back up at him.

“It’s been a year, Logan,” I tell him, still twirling the cones along my nipples.

“Good god, Zoe,” he gasps unable to take his eyes off my tits.

“Don’t you think it’s time to claim your good girl again?”

I start to trail one of the cones down my stomach, but before I’m even halfway down, his mouth and hands are on me. He’s like a man possessed, and I’m more than happy to be on the receiving end. When I feel the familiar coolness on my clit before it’s replaced with the heat of his mouth, I let go, happy to let him do whatever he wants to me.