Nick

What the fuck is she wearing? My lovely, indescribable beauty is waltzing towards me in a bikini that belongs on someone else’s woman. Not mine. I’m about to fucking stab the eyes of every other man on this beach if they so much as look in her direction.

“What are you wearing?” I growl out, taking off my button-up polo and covering her with it.

“It’s called a bikini, Nick. It’s what all the women are wearing here.”

“Well, I don’t give a fuck about them. They’re not my wife.” I’m territorial as fuck. She’s mine and only mine. I’m ready to spank her ass and fuck her hard to remind her who her body belongs to. Damn, there’s fucking men everywhere.

“Blame your mother—she picked it out for me, and I happen to think she’s right. It looks great on me,” she tosses out, throwing her hands on her hips.

“It looks better than great. You look edible, Mrs. Knight. And your goodies are for my viewing pleasure only.” I pick up my cell phone from the beach chair outside our suite and dial. “Mother, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

“Oh yes? What did I do on your honeymoon?” She’s got that saccharine voice going like she knows damn well why I’m calling.

“My wife has that bikini on that you picked out for her,” I snarl into the phone.

“Oh, I forgot about that. It was before you two got together,” she explains like if that makes it any better.

“You were going to let her go to Miami without me dressed like this?” I ask. I’m angry and block everyone’s view of her. I look down, and I’ve got good reason. She quickly adjusts, hoping I won’t notice the nipple slip, but I do. Luckily the nearest fuckhead is about a hundred feet away.

“Well, it’s not my fault you’re jealous. Now, stop talking to me and go make some grandbabies for me already.” She hangs up on me, and Lillian tries to hold back a laugh.

“Mrs. Knight, are you laughing at me?” I ask, loving the smile on her sun-kissed face. 

“Nope, certainly not,” she mutters, stifling a giggle. I’ve had enough. I’m going to fucking eat her out and then fuck her until she passes out. Miami doesn’t seem to be a good idea anymore. I need to take her to a place where she keeps her clothes on out in public.

I squat down and wrap my hands around her legs, flipping her over my shoulder, and carry her back into the rental beach house. We don’t make it to the bed. Instead, I hit the kitchen nook and set her on the hardwood table. Grabbing the front of the skimpy bra, I tear it in half. Her tits were way too big for that poor excuse for a bandage.

“Hey, that’s my only one,” Lillian whines, but I just give her a big motherfucking grin.

“Good, then we won’t have a repeat of that damn nipple slip.” I bend down and suck in said nipple. She cries out and thrusts her chest forward. Next to go are the barely-there bottoms. Then, I lower my body down, slinging her thighs over my shoulders and eat my way to her first orgasm. I rise up and in one solid motion claim my wife, fucking her hard enough to move the five-hundred-pound table. I take her mouth as I plunge inside her. I’m repeatedly thrusting until we’re so close I can feel tiny pulses teasing my cock. “You’re mine, Lillian. Only mine. Only I get to see you naked, feel your tight pussy, and lick every inch of you,” I growl, slamming into her depths. I feel my balls rise and my spine tingle as we both come. She rests on her elbows while I press my head onto her chest. Damn, I wonder if she has any other provocative pieces to drive me nuts.

“I love you, my beast.” She hugs me, loosening her grip to look up into my eyes.

I know I’m a beast, but it’s the only way I know how with her. She’s my everything and then some. There are no words for the way I need her. “Love you more, my devious beauty,” I whisper, kissing her again.

“I lied. I have one more.” She’s got the largest grin on her face, and I know it’s because she needs more. We’ve been insatiable, and I’ll always feel that way about her. The woman is perfection. I’m a lucky man.

“Good, try and wear it tomorrow and see what happens,” I warn her. I can think of a new way to fuck her. Maybe on the closed-off balcony with the cool air hitting her hard nipples.

“Maybe I’ll try it on now,” she dares me, making my cock come back strong and ready for a round two.

“Maybe it’s not a good idea. Look, baby.” I point toward the nearest window. The skies have darkened. It’s going to be a nice storm.

“You know, I’m really beginning to love stormy nights,” she states, rubbing her pussy back and forth on my still-hard cock.