Chapter 30
Blake
My hands shook as I tied up my Whaler to the dock at the marina where I kept her.
I could feel Wren’s gaze on me from where she stood at the stern, the need and connection like a live wire between us. Tension strung my muscles tight, and the state of my d**k inside my jeans couldn’t be pretty.
No doubt, a zipper imprint lay along my aching length. Pre-c*m smeared over my sensitive head, making a mess in its prison. Hard as steel, my d**k throbbed to sink deep inside her tight body.
She’d been so damn wet and slick. Hot. Sweet on my tongue.
Fuck.
I adjusted my junk, grimacing and telling myself to calm the f**k down before I blew like a teenager.
No woman had ever taken me to such an edge, where all I could think about was her coming undone around my d**k. Watching
