[spoiler]”Princess,” he says, so low and throaty that I’m close to coming just at the sound of it. I imagine him repeating the word over and over as he thrusts his cock inside me, bringing me right to the edge and then crashing over it. “I’m not sure you’re going to like your punishment.”

“Try me,” I whisper, fucking myself harder with my fingers. My breath stops being little gasps and becomes more like panting, and I hear myself whimper as I hurtle toward the brink.

He growls my name, unbuttoning his pants and taking out his cock. Watching him stroke his length right in front of me makes me even wetter. “Alexandra,” he repeats. “Look what you’ve made me do. Anyone could walk out here right now – the bartender, the gardener, your family – and you’ve got me sitting here with my pants down and my hand on my cock, watching you fuck your tight little pussy with your fingers.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my heart racing at his dirty words. I’m transfixed, watching fascinated as he strokes his length. I can’t help but let out a little moan at the sight of the pre-cum that drips from the tip of his cock.

“Is this what you wanted? Did you want to see how hard you make me? Did you want to watch me stroke my cock right in front of you?”

“Yes.” My voice catches and I whimper as my pussy tightens around my fingers. “I’m … so close.”

He groans. “You’re such a naughty little thing, taking your swimsuit off out here and fucking yourself the way you’re doing right now. Are you imagining that it’s my cock inside you instead of your fingers? Are you pretending it’s me filling you up?”

“Yes,” I admit. “Oh, God, yes.” Except that it’s not nearly as good as I imagine his cock would feel.

Max turns toward me with his pants around his hips and his cock in his hand. My heart leaps to my throat as he gets to his knees, one on either side of my legs. His cock is huge and thick and it’s right in front of me as he places one hand on the top of the lounger chair’s half-canopy for balance, keeping the other firmly on his dick.

His hand moves up and down his length more rapidly, and I desperately want to sit up and take his cock into my mouth right now. My mouth waters as I imagine running my tongue down the length of his shaft before wrapping my lips around his head and tasting his saltiness on my tongue.

“I told you that you don’t come until I give you permission,” he growls. “Yet here you are, about to come, aren’t you?”

 

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