My Secret, My Bully, My Mates. Series

He is no longer sweet and gentle, but hungry...for me. One hand firmly grabbing my waist, pulling me into him. The other has my pony tail in a strangle hold while he devours my mouth. Here's my fierce protector. He yanks my neck to the side and works his way down my throat and to my chest. I'm sure our panting can be heard for miles, neither of us care though. The warm sun beating down and the sound of the ocean set the tone for this very hot interaction.

He takes one n*pple into his mouth and I moan from the sensation. He gives just as much attention to the other while he rocks my hips, grinding our still clothed lower halves into each other. "Oliver, I need more, please." I pant out. He shredded my shorts.

"F*ck, baby. Have you been naked under these all day?" He digs his fingers into the flesh of my thighs and I giggle. "How often do you do that?"

"Whenever we are home." I look at him through my eyelashes biting my lower lip.

He growls and pulls my mouth back down to his and rubbing my slick center against his shorts. The sensation only made me more wet for him. His hands can't stop moving over every inch of my skin. It doesn' take long for me to get frustrated with his lack of nakedness and I lift up enough to release him from his shorts. I can't pull them off all the way since his feet are planted and keeping us from toppling off the hammock into the sand, but it's enough for me.

I stroke him while he quickly removes his shirt and tosses it aside. "That is a problem." He says into my mouth.

"How so?"

"How the f*ck are we supposed to get any work done when we know your hot little ass is there for the taking?" Just to emphasize his thoughts he squeezes my hips hard and drives me along his length. "It's only one less layer. It's not like I'm walking around naked."

"But if I know all I have to do is slide your shorts over," He rubs my cl*t with his thumb, "Or slide your leggings down a few inches to find heaven, I'm not going to be able to keep my hands to myself."

"Maybe that's the point." I smile at him, letting out a moan as he pinches my very swollen nub. "Please, Oliver, more."

He lifts me effortlessly seating me

on him to the hilt while taking a n*pple back into his mouth. I start rocking on him letting the friction send delicious waves of pleasure through me. It doesn't take long to get close, it never does with any of them. I feel like exploding the minute they touch me.

He picks up our pace as I start to tighten around him. He's starting to grunt, getting close himself. He has full control now slamming me down on his thick d*ck, a sweet pain in my pelvis as it connects with his. Then the little sparks of my org*sm starts to fire. "Yes, baby, like that. Yes,

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harder, please, I need more. Ah, ah, ah, YEEEESSSSS!" I'm riding him so hard I can't keep a grip on his shoulders.

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"Keep, f*cking her." A gravely hoarse voice sounds from behind me. Then a hand glides down my back straight towards my ass, reaching my wet heat and dragging it up to my back entrance. "That's our good girl. Watching you ride Oliver from the window has me ready to blow. Do you want more?" Cam growls at the shell of my ear, his fingers still circling my tight little hole. Without waiting for a response he works a finger in and I can feel both of them move in me.

Involuntarily my hand reaches back and I find his exposed erection ready for me. "Were you jerking off to us?" I ask breathlessly.