CHAPTER THIRTEEN
REECE
Can you hear me? Mr. Dare?
A mans voice pierces my consciousness like an aggressive alarm clock. I grunt in protest. Something feels off.
Shit. Where the hell am I?
Reality trickles in slowlythe hardwood floor beneath me, a crick in my neck, and the distinct sense that I made some monumentally stupid decisions last night.
I crack one eye open, andmotherfuckertheres Kai in all his glistening glory, towering over me like a tropical Hercules. His long dark hair is swept up in that signature man bun. And his sarong? Crafted from fabric so flimsy its basically a paper towel trying to house his anaconda.
The thing moves, and I bolt upright so fast my spine cracks like a glowstick. Fuck!
Ah, wonderful! Kais voice booms. Let us welcome the divine light of a new day!
Blinding sunlight floods in as resort staff fling open the massive sliding wall doors. The whole space transforms to an open-air oasis in one point five seconds. Sheer white curtains ripple in the morning breeze, smacking me upside the head with waves of floral and salty sea air. The ocean crashes in the distance, and birds chirpa little too smugly for my liking because I know what theyre saying.
Bro, you done fucked up.
The floors are polished bamboo (which my spine now despises) , and a thatched roof arches high above the white walls. The room seamlessly blends with the outside world, offering a straight shot of blue sky and ocean. Its the kind of place Cam would sigh over, framing it perfectly, while I stood next to her, secretly eyeing her instead of the horizon.
I glance down at my wrinkled robe, and everything comes rushing back. Cam. The vibrator. Her stretched out on our bedmy wildest fantasy come true. The way she moaned my name. Touching myself while watching her. Then oh yeah, I ran away like a fucking coward.
Id wandered around the resort in a daze last night. Pondering what it meant, what it could mean, if it meant anything at all? Of course it did, didnt it? I kept overthinking in circles until, eventually, I saw the Yoga Will your curvaceous goddess be joining us for morning mediation? Camilas energy would bring such passion to our practice.
The use of her name makes me possessive, and frankly it pisses me off. But its early, so Im calm-ish. No. Actually, I should
Go where, genius? Back to our room where I left her? Where I bolted after the most intimate moment of my life? Where she made me feel so out of control, so needy, so utterly unsure of what it means.
I want her so badly it scares me. WTF am I gonna do?
Stay. Clearly, your mind is not at peace. My class will quiet the inner chatter, melt away your problems, and guide you to release whatever youre holding on to.
My hands clench at my sides. My whole body is tight. Its a fucking coil wound up and ready to snap. I should say no. I should definitely not take life advice from a man who conducts drum circles with his dick.
But.
Maybe Hawaiian Thor is right. I need to figure out why I keep sabotaging myself. Understand why every time she gets close, I panic and run.
Fine. I sigh, already regretting this decision. But if I see any warriors or drums, Im out.
The meditation room becomes a spiritual sardine can as guest after guest files in. People take their places on colorful mats, settling onto oversized floor cushions, their stupidly relaxed faces starting to annoy me. I claim a cushion near the front, hoping to focus on the beach view instead of Kais fully awakened chi.
Kai settles beside me, a preening peacock finding his favorite perch. Aloha, lovers. I am honored to be your guide on this relaxation journeywhere well unlock your most sacred tool. He pauses for dramatic effect. Radical self-love.
Oh for fucks sake. Crossing my legs, I plant my hands palms-up on my knees. I roll my shoulders, trying to shift the uncomfortable tension knotted in every muscle.
Today we step out of the endless river of doing and drop into the act of being .
When was the last time I focused on just being ?
Before the brand deals. Before the sponsorships. Before the grind of keeping this whole damn empire from collapsing under the weight of expectations.
I close my eyes, but the second darkness hits, shes there.
Cam.
Spread out like an offering. Her skin flushed, her eyes hungry, her legs open wide. That pretty pink cunt glistening, calling me to it. And the way she moaned my name like a dirty secret, how she writhed on the bed, needy and shameless, taking her pleasure.
And here we go again. My stiff cock has me shifting on the cushion, trying to adjust without drawing attention. Because thats exactly what I needa boner in meditation class.
But I cant stop the memories. Cant stop wondering did she want me? Really want me? Or am I another cabana boy on her fuck list?
No. The way she looked at me Nobodys ever looked at me like that. She knew the me I was hiding behind my walls, and the kicker she wanted me anyway.
The image of her face, confused and hurt, when I bolted flashes in my mind. Was that regret I saw? Or, more likely, the wow, what a dickhead expression I deserved. Yet again.
DING!
A chime rings through the room.
With each inhale, feel a sense of calm and peace washing over you. With each exhale, let go of worries and distractions.
Ha! I came to this island with enough problems to fill the Pacific.
Cams thoughts on Lahaina and the struggles of those uprooted resurface in my thoughts. Hearing her be so passionate about using social media for good. I used to be excited like that. Id wake up energized about creating, about pushing boundaries, about inspiring people.
Now its all about metrics. The views. The never-ending hamster wheel of churning out mass quantities of stock content to keep the machine running. Three hundred employees and their families depend on me.
My entire life is tied to this persona Ive built.
DING!
Now, lets take this connection to the next level. Kai holds up a book with a shirtless photo of himself on the cover. Each of you will receive an autographed edition of my new book, the Kama Kai Sutra. Consider it your passport to heightened levels of pleasure and
The Kama what now?
I scan the room, andoh, fuck meeveryone here is paired up. Couples. All of them locked on to each other with that glazed morning sex expression. Linked fingers. Gentle thigh touches. This isnt meditationthis mindfulness is thinly disguised foreplay.
I have to leave right n
DING!
I call this breathing exercise the Panting Passion . Place your palm on your partners chest and channel the energy flowing between you. Connect your breath.
Kai grabs my hand and places it on his greasy pecs. Damn! This man is made of granite. Okay. Deep breaths. This isnt awful. Just two dudes, being bros, platonically vibing on each others life force or whatever the hell this is.
I shut my eyes to focus, but Kais infuriatingly powerful heartbeat reminds me of his giant dick drum luau routine.
Ugh! This whole connection exercise is bullshit.
Trusting someone is like holding nitroglycerinhandle with extreme caution because one wrong move and everything explodes. Ive got the emotional scars to prove it. The walls Ive built are high for a reasontheyre necessary, the difference between surviving and being gutted by someone elses greed.
Lets say for a minute that Cam could forgive mecould I trust her?
How do I know shes not Astrid 2.0? Another pretty face using me as her personal ladder to fame? My platform, my influence, my hard-earned brand is all people ever want. Why would she be any different?
Thats not who Camila is . You know it. And thats whats scaring you shitless.
DING!
This next pose, known as Clasped in Climax , is powerfully intimate and the most sacred of them all. Wrap your legs around your partner, rest your forehead against theirs, and allow your breaths to synchronize. Feel the beat of their core merging with your own.
All around me, people are entwining themselves around each other as if theyre auditioning for Cirque du So-Laid. Its a goddamn synchronized sex wave.
Kai scoots his pelvis closer, his tree trunk legs widening open. Shall we merge our sacred energies, my virile friend? Kai purrs.
JesusNO. I launch up, my body moving instinctively. Sorry! Great class! Really enlightening! Keep up the orgy breathing exercises!
A worker shoves Kais book at me as I sprint for the door, taking out a potted plant in my escape.
Your complimentary signed copy of The Kama Kai Sutra , she beams.
I take it and run. Where am I going? No idea.
Theres no way I can go back to face Cam. Avoidance is clearly the only adult response here. Totally fine. Ill just never see her again. Live in this robe. Hide in the meditation room in-between sex classes until my flight home. Problem solved.
Now if I could only mute the relentless soundtrack of her moans in my head.
***
Ive successfully dodged Cam all day.
Its been a delicate balance of strategic maneuvers and tactical avoidance. I know Im a spineless, avoidant, emotionally stunted scaredy-cat. At this point Id rather run into actual gunfire than face her, because shes gotta be pissed, and rightfully so.
The bonfire flames flicker and dance in front of me, each amber fleck matching the acid churning in my gut. Im sweating balls, and not due to the fire. Its because Im completely screwed and I know it.
My eyes sweep over the growing crowd, my heart hammering against my ribs. No sign of her. Both a blessing and a curse, all rolled into one.
Behind me, dozens of white tents line the beach in perfect Instagram-worthy rows, their canvas walls rippling in the breeze. Each one is equipped withI shit you notmassage oils, LED mood lighting, and what the info pamphlet calls a passion enhancement kit. Its like someone gave Kai an unlimited budget and said, Make camping sensual.
I glance down at my outfitliving proof that desperation makes you do stupid things. After fleeing the meditation class, I raided the resort gift shop rather than return to our room. My shirt reads, Save the Rhinos One Ride at a Time, in eye-searing neon, featuring two extremely enthusiastic rhinos mid-coitus. And, as if my humiliation wasnt enough, the matching Hawaiian-print shorts boast another literary masterpiece: Welcome to the Lu-WOW!
With hibiscus flowers arranged in the shape of an arrow and pointing to my dick.
Three hundred dollars of panic-induced shame. But hey, that included a much-needed phone charger.
All day, Ive been strategizing how to survive this night: shoot the livestream, then GTFO before my dignity waves the white flag. Because no wayNO. WAY.am I making eye contact with Cam and admitting that Im obsessed with watching her fuck that vibrator.
RING! RING!
My phone shakes against my thigh. Gordon. Again. There are only two reasons why my manager FaceTimes me.
Hes about to deliver bad news disguised as great news.
He got a new skincare procedure and wants validation.
I answer quickly before he can send a string of threatening emojis. His face pops on screen. Whatever emotion hes having is hidden by that disturbingly smooth, chemically frozen forehead, stretched so tight I could ice skate on it. Then he flashes his overly whitened, blinding veneer smile thats too big for his face.
Its as if every cosmetic procedure is fighting for dominance.
I brace myself. Gordon.
Theres my comeback kid! Views are through the rooftheyre insane! Were talking record-breaking engagement. The algorithm is sucking you off like a Dyson vacuum.
Thats great.
Great? Kid, its astronomical! The sponsors are crawling back, begging to work with you. And guess what? G-Thorne is charging them triple what they were paying pre-Astrid. Who, by the way, is yesterdays news. Dead content walking. You and camera girl? Hottest thing since Bennifer 2.0!
His manic energy ratchets up another notch. DareGirl merch? Sold out. Backordered through next quarter. Ive got designers creating new couples lines as we speak. And dont even get me started on the DareFuel flavors were rushing to production. Yeah, overtimes gonna cost us, but trust meitll be worth every penny.
So the shoe line? Everyones jobs? Were good?
Better than good, superstar! Were golden.
The stress ulcer thats been my constant companion since Astrid went full runaway bride finally unclenches
Which is why Im working with your publicist on a launch tour. You and Cam, ten cities minimum. Every major outlet wants you two. People cant get enough of Americas new favorite couple.
and instantly reclenches. Gordon, we only planned this fake relationship for Hawaii.
That was before your waterfall makeout session became Gen Zs The Notebook ! That smooch has over a billion replays. People are recreating your kiss everywherepools, fountains, kitchen sinks. I saw one couple try it in their fish tank! The DareDuo is dead. Long live DareLove!
Fake girlfriend reporting for duty, boss !
Every cell in my body freezes, then ignites.
Cam stands there, the embodiment of all my wet dreams combined. Her white tennis skirt is so short it barely qualifies as a napkin, and I want to wipe my mouth with it. Paired with a hot-pink tube top that might as well be airbrushed onto her skin. Goddamn!
And right across her perfect, braless tits?
DareGirl.
My name.
Over her un-fucking-mistakable pebbled nipples.
I should be concerned about the wicked glint in her eyes. But my brain? PRE. OC. U. PIED.
Her hair falls in wild waves, one side pulled back with a pink hibiscus flower, and those lips fuck me glossed in pink like shes begging to be kissed. Or maybe they want to be wrapped around my
It takes me a second to realize I havent blinked. Or breathed. Or remembered how to form words. My mouth feels as if Ive been gargling sand.
That sly grin tugging at the corner of her lips tells me shes fully aware of her effect on me. Either that, or shes admiring my shirt design of rhinos getting frisky.
What? She blinks innocently. You dont like it? Im wearing your merch like the good fake girlfriend I am. She does a slow twirl, and fuck me hot-pink lace flashes under her tantalizing mini skirt.
Exactly! Gordons eyes rake over her as if shes the merchandise. Looking like a whole snack, gorgeous!
I grip my phone so hard it cracks a little.
So dish! Whats the next viral moment from my favorite power couple? We need something bigger! Spicier! More he chef-kisses the air marketable!
Thats up to Reece. Hes the boss, after all. He decides what gets initiated. Her eyes lock with mine. He doesnt like it when I initiate things.
First shot firedshes coming in hot. Direct hit!
Well figure something out.
Thats my boy! Just remember Gordon wags his finger, keep it advertiser-friendly! This isnt OnlyFans! He swivels his attention to Cama shark smelling blood. And, camera girI mean, Cam. We need to talk contracts. Legals drafting something big. Ive got your whole schedule mapped out when you get back.
Her expression flickers. Unease. Does she seem panicked?
But Gordon, after this Remember the email about my
Exposure is everything! This is the big leagues, and when the algorithm gives you a gift, you jack that bull off until hes shooting blanks, comprende?
The light dims in Cams eyes. I watch her shoulders tense. Shes being strong-armed into extending this lie, and Im the useless asshole letting it happen.
We gotta go. Livestreams starting.
Remember to keep that money train
I end the call. Silence stretches between us.
The waves pound against the shore, the bonfire crackles, and the humid night air clings to my skin like a punishment.
Cam
Save it. Lets do our job and give Gordon his content.
Shes furious. And fuck, she has every right to be.
I wont touch you.
Wise choice. Youre not ready to see what happens if you try.
I pull out my phone, hit Go Live , and POOF transform into YouTuber Reece faster than Peter Parker slipping on his Spidey suit.
Whats up, DareSquad! Coming at you live from this insane beach bonfire with my beautiful
Who wants to play a GAME? Her smile is pure mischief.
Oh no. No no no.
Why does it feel like Cams dropping the mic into the chat and then lighting it on fire?
YES! THE KISSING GAME.
KISS KISS KISS.
WATERFALL KISS 2.0!
CAM FOR PRESIDENT.
I was thinking truth or dare with the one and only Reece Dare
Bad idea. Very bad idea. But Ill take it over the kissing suggestions. Alright fam, lets start with truth
Why did you kiss me?
DARE! I meant dare.
She is a tiger stalking prey as she sashays to the food table, and I have to aim the camera up because that skirt is one breeze away from giving the internet an all-access pass.
Oh, the choices! She surveys the spread as if shes picking weapons. Weve got Passions Peak Poi, Seven Minutes in Heaven Sushi, orshe lifts a glass with all the dramatic flair of a movie villainKais Special Love Potion! Crafted with rare Hawaiian aphrodisiacs guaranteed to enhance pleasure and maintain peak performance for hours.
The chat detonates:
CHUG CHUG CHUG.
His dare is to drink it.
Reece do it for science!
MAGICAL BONER JUICE TIME!
Yeah, not happening.
Aw, is the big bad YouTuber scared of a little magic relationship juice?
I have no idea what this performance of hers is, but its sooo much worse than just being yelled at.
Something hot and reckless snaps. I grab two full glasses and down them both, maintaining eye contact like its a high-stakes poker game.
The liquid burns like lava mixed with DareFuel Passionfruit Pizzazz. What the fuck did I just drink?
Okay, my turn. I force my voice to stay steady despite the strange warmth creeping up my spine. Truth or dare?
Dare, obviously. I am your DareGirl, after all.
That fucking nickname.
She gives a playful shimmy, her smile widening as my jaw drops open. I have to use my hand to physically close my mouth to stop gawking at her breasts. Whatever Kai put in that drink must be premium grade because suddenly Im channeling my inner frat boy.
I dare you to show the squad a tour of the passion tent.
Then I better hold the phone because youll run away as soon as we step inside.
Before I can overthink it, I grab her hand and lead her toward the nearest tent. This is an epically bad idea. The kind of bad idea that makes jumping off cliffs seem downright responsible.
The moment we step inside, Cams confident smirk falters as she takes in the space. The tent is too intimate. Too seductive. Kai, youve done it again. You pervy bastard!
Golden lanterns glow low and warm, casting everything in soft, flickering light. Theres a massive plush mattress draped in white fluffy blankets that looks more sex cloud than bed.
That is a lot of supplies. Are those edible body paints?
Her eyes scan over a tray of glistening glass bottles filled with oils, neatly arranged water bottles, and
A pileno, a fucking mountain of condoms.
Her uncomfortable expression cuts through my competitive haze. What the hell am I doing? I should stop this. Call it off before
Okay guys, well, theres a lot of interesting, questionable things in here. Maybe I should dare Reece toWhoa!
I track her gaze upward. The tents top is wide open, revealing a starry night sky. The Milky Way sprawls across the darkness like a trail of spilled diamonds. Each brilliant pinprick of light feels as though you could reach out and touch it.
Cam moves first, lying down on the fluffy mattress. I lie beside her, hyper-aware of every inch where our bodies connect. My fingers move on their own, drawn to her hand like a magnet. Just a brush. Testing. She doesnt instantly pull away, so I loop my pinky with hers. Its barely anythingthe worlds most G-rated hand-holdingbut my hearts beating wildly.
I notice a few comments so I flip the phone camera to give the audience a better view of the sky:
SOMEBODY CALL NASA CUZ THIS IS OUT OF THIS WORLD.
THIS IS SO ROMANTIC IM DYING.
THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER THO!!!
WAIT, ARE THOSE RHINOS F@C#ING ON HIS SHIRT???
The waves crash outside in a steady rhythm. Our pinkies are locked like a grade school promise, and Im frozen. Because moving might break whatever cosmic spell is happening here.
And then
YES! YES! RIDE ME, YOU STALLION!
What can only be described as a whale having an orgasm erupts from next door.
HARDER, DADDY! SPLIT ME LIKE A COCONUT!
Cam loses it first, dissolving into giggles and breaking our contact. The sound is so genuine, so unguarded, that I cant help but join her.
I turn the camera, framing us lying side by side. Her flower has gone slightly crooked, one strand of hair falling across her cheek. The urge to brush it away is so strong my fingers actually twitch.
Guess our tent neighbors are having a different reaction to the view, I say loudly over the enthusiastic moans.
She snorts then covers her mouth. It shouldnt be so cute, but it freaking is. Lets go back to the game. Your turn. Truth or dare?
Truth.
The word is a lit fuse between us. I know what shes going to ask. About the kiss that broke the internet. About why I ran after the hottest, sexiest encounter of my life. The love potion burns in my veins, but something else burns hotterthe need to finally stop being a goddamn coward.
Ay, Dios mo! Your shorts! Cam bursts into hysterical laughter, pointing at my crotch.
I glance down andfuck. My Welcome to the Lu-WOW shorts are now competing with the actual tent were sitting in. The hibiscus arrow isnt just pointing anymoreits saluting. Standing at full attention resembling a soldier who spotted his commanding officer.
Son of a I snatch up the nearest pillow.
Cam wheezes, tryingand failingto get a word out.
And the chat? Full-blown hysteria:
REECE DRANK THE BONER JUICE, I REPEAT, HE DRANK THE BONER JUICE.
RHINO STYLE? CONFIRMED.
My guys about to burst out like the Kool-Aid Man.
NEW DAREFUEL FLAVOR: ERECTILE ERUPTION.
I fumble with my phone. Thats enough for today! Streams over. Bye! I punch the End LiveStream button.
Cams still sprawled on the mattress, cackling.
Enjoying the show? The words come out sharper than intended.
Her laughter dies. Right, because this is somehow my fault?
Youre the one who dared me to drink Kais love potion!
And youre the egomaniac who chugged two glasses!
She sits up, all curves and fury, and fuck-me-if-that-isnt-the-hottest-combination-Ive-ever-seen. That tiny excuse for a skirt rides up her thighs and I dont know how, but my cock gets even stiffer.
What is your actual problem with me, Reece? Because Im getting whiplash from your hot-and-cold routine.
I dont have a problem with you.
Oh, please . Youve been a nonstop prickwad since I started working for you. And this week? Its new levels of crazy. You cant decide if you want to kiss me or fire me.
What can I say? Admit shes invaded every thought, dream, and fantasy Ive had for two years?
Use your words, Reece. She leans forward, unleashing a wave of coconut-scented passion fumes. What did I do that was so terrible?
You made me fucking obsessed with you!
My confession is an exploding bomb. Her lips open in surprise, and Im dying to taste that shock right off her mouth.
What? You cant stand me. All you do is criticize me. I swear your lifes mission is to point out my every little flaw.
There is nothingnot one fucking thingI dont like about you. Your smart mouth. The way you shut down my bullshit. Your perfect ass. Youre a goddamn fever I cant sweat out, Cam. I want you so bad I cant think straight. When someone else looks at you, touches you, even breathes near youI lose my goddamn mind. The urges to commit violence this week are more than Ive ever felt in my whole life.
She stares at me, her hazel eyes wide, and suddenly Im dangling off the edge of a cliff with no safety gear. Whatever this confession means, Im about to free-fall.
I know Ive been an unforgivable asshole. Im gonna go
Dont move. Her voice trembles. I dont know what this is between us, but its consuming me too. Ever since that showerwhen your hands were on my skinI cant think straight. She inches closer, and the tent suddenly seems microscopic. I want your hands on me again. I want you, Reece. All of you.
Fuck it. I cant fight this.
I surge forward, crushing my mouth to hers, dragging her into my lap, feeling her soft curves mold against my body as if she belongs there.
She gasps into my mouth, her hands fisting my shirt, yanking me into her like shes been aching for this as long as I have.
Tell me youre sure.
Yes.
Be fucking sure, I growl against her lips, because the second Im inside you, thats it. Game over. Im never going to want to leave.
A whimper escapes her. She grabs my hand and places it against her core, the heat of her burning through delicate lace. My head tips back, a groan ripping from my throat as my fingers press into the hot, wet mess shes made for me.
Reece, do I feel like I want you anywhere else?
Im done for.
Baby, I cant be soft with you. My hands shake as they slide up her thighs. LaterI swear to GodIll worship every inch. But right now, Im three seconds away from combusting just looking at you.
Shut your gorgeous face up and fuck me.
Im smiling like an idiot as I scramble on top of her. I graze the skin of her throat with my lips, pressing a kiss to her jaw. Nope, Ive changed my mind Rolling onto my back, I pull her on top of me. I want to watch your gorgeous tits bounce while you ride my dick.
I yank my shorts down just enough to free myself, then look up to see her top fly off. Her breasts spill free, those rosy nipples already stiff and begging for attention. I slide my hands up her body, finally finally FINALLY getting to touch the most incredible tits in fucking existence.
Holy fuck!
Ive never given much thought to how I hoped to die, but this is it: palming Camila Morales perfect tits while she straddles me in a beach tent.
I want to do everything. Touch you. Taste you. Kiss. Fuck. Cuddle the hell out of you.
Well do it all, I promise. Multiple times, she says, rocking against me and creating a friction that makes my eyes cross. But I need you inside me now.
Jesus. I send up a prayer to whichever Hawaiian god blessed me with this gorgeous, impatient woman. I fumble for a condom with shaking hands, nearly ripping it in my rush.
Her jaw drops as I roll it on. Holy shit, I thought you were huge before you got drugged.
So you lied when you painted me as a flimsy little pencil?
You didnt need your ego inflating this beast you call a dick any bigger.
Think you can take all of it?
She rises to her knees, determination blazing across her face, and shoves her panties asidetoo impatient for proper undressing. I expect her to ease down, squeeze me in gently, but insteadholy fucking hellshe grips me like its a challenge, lines us up, and drops down so hard my vision whites out.
Motherfubaby My words strangle in my throat at the sight of her taking me completely. Are you okay?
Im not some delicate flower. Dont you go easy on me.
That does it. I slam up into her, and the sound she makes? Pure filth.
Do you feel that? My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, guiding her up just to slam her back down. Again. Again. Each thrust more savage than the last. Two years of wanting this. Wanting you. Taking my cock like you were created for it.
I lose myself completely, fucking her like a man possessed. Her incredible tits bounce with each thrust. Each delicious slamflesh against fleshbuilds my climax. The glorious stars, framing her overhead, have nothing on the view of Cams breasts bouncing viciously to our brutal pace.
She keeps getting tighter, impossibly tighter, as if shes trying to trap me inside her forever. And damn if I dont want to let her.
Her nails dig into my chest as she rides me like shes trying to break us both. The marks she leaves? Ill wear them like trophies.
Fuck, Cam, Im gonna explode.
I dare you not to come yet. Even breathless, shes still challenging me.
Right back at you, Morales.
Fuck me harder.
You want harder? I grip her hips tight enough to bruise. I already told youyou can have whatever the fuck you want, baby.
My movements are unhinged, but she matches me thrust for thrust. I swear were breaking the laws of physics. Were fighting gravity Were flying. She anticipates every erratic snap of my hips, meeting my intensity, slamming hard, and I mean hard , against me.
Spanish tumbles from her lips between ragged breaths, her pleas and demands tangled together in a frenzy.
I release her ass with one hand to find her clit, circling her nerve center and making her entire body quiver. ThenSMACKmy palm lands on that perfect ass. Now baby, now! I pinch her clit and she screams my name like a battle cry, her orgasm a volcanic eruption.
Her inner muscles clamp down, rippling around me, and Im gone. Absolutely fucking gone. My hips keep driving up, chasing every last spark of pleasure until she collapses on top of me, both of us sweat-slicked and shaking.
We lie there panting in our post-orgasmic haze. Truth hits me like a revelation: Ive swum with hammerhead sharks in crystal-clear Bahamian waters, freefallen from a plane at 20,000 feet blindfolded, and navigated treacherous Class V rapids of the Colorado River in a unicorn pool floatie.
But nothingnot one single adrenaline rushcomes close to the pure euphoria of Camila Morales.
The woman who just ruined me for anyone else.
Forever.