He senses this, and, with a low groan that tells me he can hardly take it anymore, he grabs my hips and throws me up and down on his c**k. Water sloshes all around, droplets flying. His mouth is on my shoulder, nibbling, and then in my ear.
“This is the best I’ve ever had it,” he groans. “The f*****g best.”
“I’m going to come,” I tell him. “I’m so close.”
“Do it. Let me hear you. Let me feel you.”
I let out a cry as I collapse against him. My p***y pulsates so that he feels twice as big inside of me. I find his lips, but I can’t kiss him. Our teeth clack together.
“Hazel!” he roars, and for a brief instant I wonder what it would be like for him to roar it that way forever. “I can’t—I f*****g …”
Somehow, we end up near the shore as he is wilting inside of me.
He climbs up and lies do
