The next four days blurred into a haze of salt, sand, and s*x.
I stopped pretending to be on vacation. I was on Jax. Every night, every chance we got, we f****d like the world might end tomorrow.
The night after he made me squirt, he took me against the rocks at the far end of the beach. The stones were still warm from the sun. He bent me over, dress shoved up around my waist, and f****d me hard from behind while the waves crashed just below us. His thick c**k slammed deep, his balls slapping my c**t. I came so loud I was sure someone would hear, but I didn’t care. He filled me again, groaning my name as hot c*m pumped into my p***y.
We started doing it during the day too.
One afternoon he texted me: Private cove behind the big rocks. Now.
I met him there. People were walking the main
