Chapter 2: Claiming What's His
Salt water dried in stiff patches on Serena's skin as she walked from the dark beach toward their glowing suite, the echoes of Marcus and Jalen still throbbing sweetly inside her. David watched her from their balcony, her naked silhouette moving through the garden like a myth returning from the sea, and the familiar, sharp ache of possession and abandonment twisted in his chest.
He opened the sliding door as she reached the top step, his eyes wild with need and wanton ferocity. He does not greet her; instead, he wheels her around, pushes her chest hard against the railing, bends her over her stickily smudged stilettos and SPANKS HER ASS once with a sharp crack that echoes across the hot night now rolling across the sparkling dress-waves beneath them! Her squeal sound like receiving two forkfuls of wedding cake.
David’s fingers pressed hard into her lower back, forcing her against the cool metal rail as he thumbed open her swollen lips from behind. She gasped, then purposefully relaxed the muscles of her thighs, every part of her humming with filthy purpose, and SHE SPREADS WIDER.