5. Sinclair

I rushher gorgeous ass back to her bungalow. The second I kick the door closed behind us, I close my lips over hers and run my tongue along the seam of her pouty lips.

Her mouth falls open, and our tongues tangle as her sweet curves melt against me. My cock hardens as I drag her closer to my body. It's like I can't get close enough. I lift her in my arms and head toward the open bedroom door.

"Fuck. You're goddamn perfect," I whisper against her soft neck as I set her on her feet.

She pulls my face down to hers and nibbles on my bottom lip. "So are you." She shocks the shit out of me when she reaches between us and closes her hand around my cock.

"I'm not going to be able to take things slow with you if you keep doing things like that, baby," I groan as she gives my dick a little squeeze.

"Then don't go slow," she growls impatiently. "Do it faster."

My cock agrees with her. Unable to resist the temptation, I run my hand up her legs, dragging her summer dress up. When she doesn't complain, I lift it over her head and toss it away. My goddamn dick is hard enough to pound nails into a two-by-four as I stare at her creamy perfection. Fuck. In just her light pink bra and matching panties, she's too fucking perfect and all mine.

I tug on her lacy pink panties and growl, "I like these." It's nearly impossible to control the urge to rush.

"Good." Her mumble turns into a gasp when I tear the delicate material from her luscious body. "Hey. I thought you liked those."

"I like them better now." I close both hands over her luscious ass cheeks and give them a squeeze. "I'll buy you all the lacy panties if you let me rip them off you at night."

"I'll buy stock in Victoria's Secret," she whispers and widens her stance, giving me better access to her sweet pussy.

I slide one finger along her wet slit and touch my thumb to her clit, causing her to cry out my name as her pussy clenches around my finger.

"You're too dressed." She tugs at the front of my dress shirt, sending the buttons flying across the room.

"That was my favorite shirt," I tease her while dragging the shirt off and dropping it to the floor.

"Oops, my bad." She doesn't look at all contrite. In fact, my little mermaid seems proud of herself as she tugs at my belt. I know my limits and absolutely don't have the control left to let her continue undressing me. Stepping back, I rip away the rest of my clothes while her eyes follow my movements.

I reach behind her to unhook her bra and tug it away before closing my lips around one of her berry-pink nipples. She gasps my name when I nibble on it, and I suddenly want to hear her screaming my name more than anything in the world.

When I give her a little push, she drops back onto the bed. I slide to my knees next to her and spread her silky legs. I part her folds with two fingers and press my tongue into her wet opening. I have to count backward from a hundred when her taste flows through me. Fuck me. I'm instantly addicted for life.

I use my grip on her hips to drag her sweet ass closer to my mouth and devour her sweetness.

Her screams echo around the room as I lose myself in her taste.

"Please," she whispers, dragging her fingers through my hair and using her hold to drag me closer.

"Fuck," I growl against her sweet pussy as my dick grows impossibly hard and drips a steady stream of cum on the cool tile floor beneath my knees. "If you want my cock, you need to come for me." My control is slipping fast, and I know I can't hold out much longer.

My words instantly send her over the edge, and I groan as her silky walls flutter around my tongue. I drink down every drop of her sweetness before lifting her limp body and laying her at the top of the bed.

I plunge my tongue into her mouth while she reaches between us to explore my body. Her soft touch causes every nerve in my body to wake up and fire.

"I need you," she growls and closes her soft hand around my cock.

I kiss my way down her chest and close my lips around one of her hard little nipples while lining my hard cock up with her wet opening. "Are you sure, little mermaid?" I whisper against her soft skin. If she stops me now, I might die.

"Never been surer of anything in my life." She wraps her silky legs around my hips and tugs me closer.

I push forward a couple of inches and stop to give her a few seconds to adjust before lunging forward in one deep thrust, breaking through the little barrier that tells me she's mine and mine alone.

"Motherfucker," I groan against her neck as the urge to come blasts through me.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she presses her hips up, trying to take more of me.

I circle my hips as her inner muscles stretch around my cock. Each pass allows me to sink a little deeper into heaven.

"Faster," she whimpers.

"Anything for you." I increase my speed, watching her sweet face for signs she's in pain.

I push deep with each thrust, nearly pull out, and then press forward over and over again until she's mindless with pleasure.

I slide my arm under her leg and lift it up over my shoulder. When she doesn't complain about the new position, I let go of the hold I have on my control and pound into her.

Reaching between us, I rub my thumb over her sensitive clit, causing her silky walls to clench around my cock.

"Please." She drags her nails down my back, coming hard.

Fireworks erupt behind my closed eyelids as she drags me over the edge with her. I continue thrusting, emptying my nuts deep inside her sweet pussy.

I can't help myself. I wake her up several times throughout the night just to get another taste of her sweet body, and each time, she takes everything I have to give.

The sun is peeking through slits in the heavy drapes when I blink awake, finding myself curled around Amelia's luscious body. My cock grows rock-hard against her sweet ass, but I know there's no way she'll be up to another round.

She stiffens slightly, and I realize she's awake. "Good morning, little mermaid," I whisper against the back of her neck, and she looks over her shoulder at me.

"Good morning." She gives me a sweet smile that turns my fucking heart to mush. "I thought I'd dreamed last night until I woke up."

"It's no dream." I drag her around and kiss her soft lips.

When we come up for air, I pull her soft body against mine and slowly run my hand up and down her silky back, ignoring my hard cock. "What are your plans for the day?" I ask her, already knowing I'll do whatever it takes to get her to spend today and every day in the future with me.

"I don't know." She leans her chin up on my chest and stares into my eyes. "What do you want to do?"

"Why don't we shower and grab some breakfast, and then we can decide what to do?"

"Sounds like a plan to me." I lift her against my body and carry her to the fancy bathroom.

After we shower, we get dirty again and shower yet again. "If we keep this up, we'll never leave the bungalow," she teases as I order a huge breakfast spread.

"I could live with that plan." I hang up the room phone and smile at her.

After breakfast, we walk down the path to the beach, and I notice her grimacing. "Are you okay, little mermaid?"

"I have a tiny case of internal rug burn." She bites her juicy bottom lip. "I think maybe we'll have to take it easy today. My bungalow has a hot tub on the back deck. What do you think about a long soak in the hot tub?"

I don't fucking trust myself alone with her, so I come up with a better plan. "Why don't we go down to the main pool and soak in the large saltwater hot tub for a while?"

"Sounds like heaven."

An hour later, I'm wondering why the fuck I thought taking my little mermaid to a public fucking hot tub was a good idea. I must've been temporarily insane to even suggest such a thing. Between the desire to pull the tight purple swimsuit off her luscious body and the urge to hide her body from every other goddamn man in the vicinity, relaxing is the last thing on my mind. I'm wound up tighter than a motherfucking spring.

After the unrelaxing soak in the hot tub, we spend the rest of the day exploring the resort.

"Do you feel like going on an island tour tomorrow?" I ask her as we walk down the lighted path back to her bungalow.

"I'd love that." She gives my hand a squeeze. "But first, you have to return your brother's calls and make sure everything is okay with him." My soft-hearted little mermaid is worried that I'm not spending time with my dipshit brother on this vacation.

"I'll text him and check in, but I bet he already found something to occupy his time." The little shit better not throw a wrench in my plans to spend the rest of the vacation wooing my girl or I'll kill him and hide the body.

I bookus a private tour around the island the next day. It's a little overcast, but luckily, the rain holds off.

As we drive through the small city, my girl points out several stores and shops she wants to visit, and I make a mental note to take her back later. Soon, we leave the city behind and enter the lush jungle that dominates the landscape. The dense greenery swallows the road, and vines hang low, nearly brushing the roof of our car. I glance over at Amelia, her eyes wide with wonder, and a smile stretches across my face.

When the car hits a bump in the road, she winces and squirms in her seat. Leaning over, I whisper in her ear, "Are you okay today?"

An adorable pink blush moves over her face as she lays her head on my shoulder. "I'm still a little sore."

"Are you up to the bumpy ride?" It's not too late to turn back if my girl is in pain.

"Heck yes." She practically vibrates with excitement. "I've heard this tour is fabulous, and I can't wait to see everything."

We"re winding through the twists and turns of the jungle road when we come to an unexpected stop. I lean forward, peering through the windshield, and there they are—a troop of monkeys, nonchalantly taking their time to walk across the road. Their unhurried pace makes me chuckle. "Only in Barbados," I say, grinning at Amelia, who snaps a few pictures with her phone.

"They are all over the place here." The driver laughs.

Once the monkeys disappear into the underbrush, we continue our journey to our first stop, the Bathsheba Rock. The massive rock formation juts out from the sea, waves crashing against it with relentless force. We step out of the car, and I take her soft hand in mine. The salt-laden breeze whips through our hair. "How beautiful," Amelia gushes.

"Not as beautiful as you are." As I kiss her soft lips, I mentally calculate how soon we'll be back at the hotel and all alone.

We spend a few moments admiring the rock before returning to the car to continue our tour.

I enjoy spending the day with my little mermaid, but being so close to her without being able to touch her the way I'm dying to is torturous. By the time the driver pulls up in front of the resort, my cock is ready to tear a hole through the front of my shorts.

Before he comes to a full stop, I throw the door open and reach for Amelia's hand to help her out.

"Thank you, George." She smiles at the older man. "Your tour was wonderful."

"You're welcome, Ms. Amelia. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in Barbados," he tells her before pulling away.

"Did you have fun, little mermaid?" I ask as I lead her across the open lobby toward the path that leads to the bungalows.

"It was great." She snuggles against my side. "Thank you so much for arranging it. I've been dying to tour the island since I started researching my trip here."

"You're welcome, little mermaid." I kiss her soft lips as we stop at her bungalow. After unlocking the door, I lead her inside and kick the door closed with my foot. "I've been dying to do this all fucking day long." I pull her into my arms and cover her soft lips with mine.

A groan bubbles up her throat as she melts against my body, causing my cock to go on full alert.