11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

~ Addi ~

M y body was a wanton hussy, no doubt about it. She longed for more from this man who was holding himself back. And it was a magnificent display of power. I loved it, loved seeing it. But it wasn't what I wanted. Nor my body.

"Fuck me," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his hips, hoping to spur him on. But he only chuckled as he slowly pulled out. I looked at him, sliding my hands up and down his arms, and groaned.

With a strength I didn't know I had, I put as much force as I could into lifting my hips and pushing him off, only to crawl over him, and slam down on him. He yelled, his fingers digging into my hips. And I wasn't aware that I so badly wished to be bruised so I could see them on me for days while I showered or dressed and remembered.

"I can't..fucking believe you…did that," he panted and I smirked.

"You were moving too slow." I twisted my hips in slow movements, getting far too much joy from his pained expression.

I didn't think for one moment he wasn't enjoying this. His hard dick buried far into me was proof enough. What I did think, though, was how he hated not having control. Then again, he could easily flip us back over if he wanted to. For the moment, he liked this, and I wasn't going to stop.

His hands moved from my hips and up to my breasts, his fingers twisted my nipples, and I threw my head back, arching into his capable hands.

"Shit," I moaned. His fingers were skilled, and he knew that. He was playing my body just like he would any instrument, eliciting every cry out of me as if it were some undiscovered musical note. He was damn good.

"Holy fuck, Addi. Your cunt is squeezing my dick far too tight and you're moving too damn fucking slow."

"Is that a problem?"

"Yes," he growled, quickly flipping us back over. But before I could blink, he flipped me back up, grabbed my hips once more so my ass was sticking up, and then shoved his way back into my weeping cunt.

And let me tell you, I don't think I cried out as loud as I had before. Nor had I ever felt so damn full. Yes, for the short amount of time spent together, he knew my body better than I did. And the intense pounding he was giving me, I never wanted it to stop.

"Oh, James, yes, so damn deep."

"That's it, Princess, you like it like that. You like when my dick is pushing into you that you feel everything so intensely, huh?"

I was losing the ability to speak as he kept pushing my body onward to its next crest. Which I found impossible. Never, ever, before had I been able to come more than twice in a night.

Total.

Even with breaks.

Yet here he was, fucking me like no tomorrow, making me moan and cry, and making me…holy hell! I shivered as his thumb rubbed my clit and I lost it. I came so hard, dropping my head onto the bed as I became a moaning, shaking mess of myself.

"Damn it, Addi, I can't stop it, baby." And with that, I heard the clamping of his teeth before he pushed one more time, emptying himself within me and I groaned.

Nothing had ever felt so hot before to me.

And thinking of come leaking out of me was not a sexy image to me.

But this was.

He collapsed next to me and rolled me into his arms. There was no way I could keep my eyes open for another moment, not with a night like that.

I felt the ship jerk and peeked an eye open knowing I wasn't in my room.

I shifted, not wanting to wake the man next to me and my body screamed in protest. Damn. How long has it been since I had sex?

Okay, let's call a spade a spade.

How long has it been since I had mind-blowing sex? Even better yet. Sex with a man that I wasn't quite sure I should be sleeping with.

James is a great guy; I was seeing that. Still egged me on, but should I be doing this with him? With the whole divorce case? And what happens if I won, and she got what she was demanding?

I shook my head.

No, not here, not on this boat. I still had a week and a half, no work thoughts.

Instead, I eyed the man next to me, glad we had taken a shower sometime in the early morning hours, and glanced down at his impressive morning wood. You would think he wouldn't be awake this morning by the other two rounds we did, but he was.

And I had every intention of taking care of it.

I slipped the blanket down, slowly rubbing my hand up and down his dick before twirling my tongue around the head. I glanced upward, smirking to myself as he inhaled sharply but didn't open his eyes.

Perfect.

I licked him down, then up, before taking him deep down my throat. I wasn't one who liked blow jobs, male penises did nothing for me, not like this. But holy fuck, everything about this man's cock was amazing in my opinion, and having it in my mouth? Tasting him?

Best damn decision to wake him up like this.

"Good freaking morning, Addi," he said as he fisted my hair. I glanced back up at him, smiling as his eyes trailed over me. "I'm going to come down that throat of yours, making sure you choke on my dick and come. If you don't want that, stop it now."

I merely blinked as I bobbed my head up and down, making him groan even more. His other hand reached outward, cupping the back of my head. I could feel the power roll through him, as he tried not to push me. But somewhere deep inside, I wanted him to.

I reached up, pushing his hand, and he growled, pushing me down even more. He hit the back of my mouth, and I moaned, causing him to cuss as he jerked. The sound and vibrations set him off and he shot down my throat.

I smiled as I licked him clean, making sure I got every drop. And like a little kid, I sat up, stuck my tongue out at him, showing him how full it was, and then swallowed it again.

He laughed, and hauled me back over his chest, kissing me deeply before pulling away.

"Best fucking way to wake up. I could get used to that."

Yeah, buddy, me too, and that's not a good thing.