Six Months Later

“Hold still. You need some on your back too.” Jenna squirted some sunscreen into her palm and began lathering it on my back. I looked at the pool in front of me, a warm breeze blowing by. We were on vacation.

I hadn’t had a vacation in years, but Jenna insisted that we go on one so I could let loose and forget about work for a while. It felt fucking impossible to do and because I always felt the need to check my cellphone, Jenna took it away and hid it, telling me I would get it back when the vacation was over.

“You feel so tense, babe. Seriously, you need to relax,” she insisted.

“I’m not used to relaxing, Jenna.”

“Well, you should try it. It’s good for your soul.” She finished with the sunscreen and then got up, walking around to face me. “Are you still upset about me taking your phone?”

I stood with her. “I feel like I’m missing a limb.”

“You’ll be fine without it, I promise. I took care of everything before we left and Bobby has the phones and emails covered until we get back. I told him to call me if anything important comes up.” She sighed. “It’s only four days of your life, Jude.” She grabbed my face, smiling. “Let’s enjoy them.”

She released my face and turned around, facing the pool. She looked sexy as hell in her white G-string bikini. She thought it was too risqué. I didn’t care. Our pool was private so I wanted her to wear it and own it.

We were in our own villa in Cancun. There were several men who came by to check in with us, but other than that, we were alone in this place. It was nice here, but it felt strange to not be doing anything—to relax, as Jenna put it.

“The last time I had a vacation was eight years ago,” I said, meeting up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, reeling her back so her plump ass was directly on my cock.

“That’s a long time,” she sighed.

“I don’t remember much about it.” I turned her around to face me. “Give me a reason why I should remember this one.”

She grinned, and in her eyes, I saw that she’d accepted my challenge. She pressed her palms to my chest and forced me to sit back down on the lounge chair. She crawled up and untied the string of my swimming trunks, tugging on them. I lifted up so she could pull them down.

“I’ll give you many reasons why,” she said with a smug little smile. When my hardening cock sprung free she brought her mouth down, wrapped her lips around it, and I groaned. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip and then sliding down to the shaft. Fuck, she was so good at this. By now, she was a damn pro. She knew what I liked and how I liked it.

She stopped and climbed on my lap, her thighs outside of mine.

I untied her top and her tits bounced free, her brown nipples already erect. I sucked one of them into my mouth and she moaned, grinding her pussy on my thigh. My hands wandered down her hips. I pushed the material of her bikini over to expose what was mine and ran a hand over her waxed pussy, still sucking on her nipples.

Her moans became heavier. Her hands dropped and she started stroking my cock. Shit, I was so hard. I let her play with me, loving how into it she was. I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her side.

“Lift your leg, baby,” I crooned in her ear. We were lying sideways on the chair. She lifted her leg and I wrapped a hand beneath it to keep it in the air while slowly sliding entering her perfect pussy.

Her mouth stretched wider with every inch I delivered, and then I built up a slow thrust. Her hand came up to my face and she turned her head, finding my mouth.

“Kiss me,” she begged and I kissed her slowly. Passionately. She moaned as I filled her up while letting our tongues play.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good, Jenna,” I groaned on her mouth. “Love this pussy.” I kissed her again, harder this time. “Love you.”

She sighed and moaned, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, being a greedy girl. I groaned, feeling her pussy clench around my dick.

Fuck, I was about to come. She could always wring it out of me.

Maybe it was because of how passionate this was—kissing while fucking her at the same time. She’d made a habit of begging me to kiss her while I made love to her. Every time we kissed and fucked, I felt complete.

Every time her lips were on mine, I knew I was never going to let her share them with anyone else. When I looked at her hand, and the ring I had slid onto her finger four weeks ago, it made it all official.

Jenna Taylor was mine.

Her body.

Her pussy.

Her lips.

Her heart.

Everything of hers was mine now. I thought I had it all before, but it turns out that I hadn’t even come close to having true happiness until I met her.

Having her at my side made me the richest man on the planet and I refused to let anyone take that away from me.

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