Heiress

Kenzie Anne was born into money. Big money. So big she could claim an island all to herself. Almost. A bodyguard stayed on her like a second skin. Christian Clay never took his eyes off her. She never took hers off him. She tested him at the pool, sun on her back, skin warm, bikini strings loose. He finally gave in when she dropped to her knees on the deck. She took his cock deep, slow, letting spit run down her chin. She licked his balls, wet, open, careful with every stroke. He turned her around. She offered her ass like it was already his. He slid inside, deep, no rush. Every thrust pulled a new sound from her throat. When he pulled out she turned back to him without hesitation, mouth open, ready to taste what he left on her skin. She swallowed him again, lips sliding over the same cock, tongue working the taste. He came in her mouth, thick, warm, and she held him there until she’d taken every drop. She sat back on her heels, lips slick, breathing hard, the ocean still loud behind them.