JESSA
At some point, I’m kissing him back. The cold wind whips around us, but I’m on fire.
“Anyone could see,” I whisper, looking around the bow of the yacht in alarm.
“Let them fucking see,” he growls in my ear before his lips leave a scorching trail down my neck.
He rips open the jacket of my chef’s whites and circles my right nipple through the flimsy material of the blue slip he dressed me in. I press my body closer into his warmth and am rewarded with the hardness of his cock against my thigh.
He twists me around suddenly so I’m facing the ocean. I have no choice but to grip the railings as his hands rip my pants down to my knees.
“You’re a work of art, do you know that?”
“I bet you say that to every woman you seduce,” I say breathlessly.
I can hear his chuckle in my ear. “Never out loud.”
Then I feel his cock against my ass and I lose all sense of self-consciousness or wariness. Suddenly, it doesn’t matter that we’re out in the open and anyone can catch us.
It doesn’t matter that I’ve known this man for less than twelve hours.
It doesn’t even matter that I lost my fiancé and my best friend in one fell swoop today.
All that matters is the distraction he offers me and the intense pleasure that comes with it.
His hand slaps my ass cheek and I double over with a gasp, the cold metal railing biting into my stomach. I grip the railing and spread my legs.
“Eager, eager,” he whispers in my ear.
“Would you rather I tease you more?” I threaten with a laugh.
He nips at my neck. “Just walking around like you do is a tease.”
Then he pulls down my panties and I feel his cock against my bare ass. I hold my breath, wondering if this is going to be a decision I regret later.
Then I think about how this day started. And about how this day was supposed to end. I think about Dane and Salma.
And I realize there is nothing to regret.
“Fuck me, Anton,” I gasp. “Please… just fuck me.”
I’ve never asked a man to fuck me before. But I’ve also never had my fiancé cheat on the day of my wedding before.
It’s time for a change.
I deserve to have a man like Anton fuck the sadness right out of me. He seems inclined to agree.
He pushes into me a second later, and I gasp. It’s so different than it ever was with Dane. He’s so much bigger. He fills me up, knows exactly how to use the hammer between his legs.
“Fuck…” I moan.
“Breathe, kotyonok,” he croons in my ear. “It takes a moment to get used to.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheek as the pressure builds. He pushes deeper inside me and I scream. He wraps one arm around my waist and with his free hand, he massages my breasts.
He rocks against me gently, easing into me as he nips at my neck and ear. I wanted to be more of an active participant, but the sensations coursing through my body are too overwhelming. I’m forced to stand there, bracing myself for the onslaught I know is coming.
Because I know instinctively that Anton is not the kind of man to go slow and gentle indefinitely.