bChapter /bb107 /b

    Olivia

    After dinner, we moved to a lounge area at the stern of the yacht. The crew had discreetly vanished, leaving us alone under the stars.

    “Dance with me,” Alexander said suddenly, pulling me to my feet..

    b“/bThere’s no music.”

    He pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and soft jazz began ying from hidden speakers. “Problem solved.”

    We swayed together under the stars, my head resting on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. His arms around me felt right in a way wasn’t prepared for.

    “You’re good at this,” I murmured.

    “Dancing?”

    “All of it. The romance, the luxury… making a girl feel special.”

    Alexander’s hand traced up my spine. “Maybe I just have the right girl.”

    I didn’t know how to respond, so I tilted my face up to his instead. He took the hint, lowering his mouth to mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly zed into something more urgent.

    His hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling me against him so I could feel his hardening cock through his pants. “Let me show you the bedroom.”

    The master cabin was as luxurious as the rest of the yacht, dominated by a king–sized bed. Alexander wasted no time stripping off my dress, his eyes darkening as he took in my naked body.

    “No underwear? You little tease.”

    I shrugged, feeling bold. “Easier ess.”

    “Fuck.” He practically growled the word. “On the bed. Hands and knees.”

    Iplied, positioning myself as instructed. Alexander quickly shed his own clothes, his cock springing free, already hard and ready. The bed dipped as he knelt behind me, his hands gripping my hips.

    “Such a perfect ass,” he murmured, one hand sliding up my spine to push me lower, arching my back more prominently. “Going to fuck you so hard you feel me for days.”

    “Promises, promises,” I taunted, wiggling my hips invitingly.

    The sharp smack of his hand on my ass caught me by surprise. I yelped, more from shock than pain.

    “Careful what you ask for,” Alexander warned, his voice low and dangerousb. /b“I might just give it to you.”

    Before I could respond, he thrust into me, filling mepletely in one smooth motion. I gasped, clutching at the sheets as he began to move, each thrust driving me forward on the bed.

    “Fuck, your pussy feels amazing,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “So tight around my cock.”

    “Alex, yes,” I moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Harder!”

    He increased his pace, the sound of skin pping against skin filling the cabin. One hand slid around to find my clit, rubbing bit /bbin /bcircles bthat /bbhad /bbme /bseeing stars.

    b1/3 /b

    You like bthat/b! Like when I fuck byour /btight little pussy from behindb?/b”

    “God, yes, I gasped, feeling bmy /borgasm building rapidly. b“/bDon’t stop!”

    bWasn’t /bnning on it,” he grunted, his rhythm relentless. “Going to fill you up. Make youe so hard you scream.

    His words pushed me closer to the edge. Thebination of his thick cock stretching me and his fingers on my clit had my legs frembling

    “bThat’s /bbit/bb,/bb” /bhe encouraged, sensing my approaching climax. “Let go for me.”

    I shattered, my inner walls mping down on his cock as waves of pleasure washed over me. I cried out his name, my arms giving out as my borgasm /brolled through me.

    Alexander held me up, continuing to thrust into my oversensitive pussy. “Not done with you yet,” he growled, flipping me onto my back without withdrawing from me.

    In this new position, I could see his face, the intensity in his eyes as he watched me take his cock. He hooked his arms under my knees, pushing them” back toward my chest, allowing him to drive even deeper.

    “Oh fuck,” I gasped as he hit a spot inside me that had my toes curling. “Right there!”

    “You want it right there?” he asked, angling his hips to hit that same spot repeatedly. “Like that?b” /b

    “Yes! Oh god, Alex, I’m going toe again!”

    “Do it,” hemanded, increasing his pace. “Come on my

    cock.”

    My second orgasm hit me even harder than the first, my back arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through me. Alexander’s rhythm falteredb, /bhis own release overtaking him as my pussy clenched around him.

    “Fuck, Liv!” he groaned, driving into me one final time before copsing on top of me.

    Wey tangled together, breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. After a few moments, Alexander rolled to the side, pulling me against his chest.

    The gentle rocking of the yacht and Alexander’s steady heartbeat lulled me toward sleep. Just before I drifted off, I felt him brush a strand of hair from my face, his touch unexpectedly tender.

    “Sweet dreams, Mrs. Carter,” he whispered.

    The days passed in a simr fashion, exploring the ind by day and exploring each other by night. Alexander showed me hidden waterfalls where we swam naked under the cascading water. We went snorkeling in ba /bcoral reef teeming with colorful fish. He taught me to paddleboard,ughing when I fell off repeatedly before finally getting the hang of it.

    On ourst full day, Alexander woke me with breakfast in bed and a small box.

    “What’s this?” I asked, eyeing the velvet container suspiciously.

    “Open it and find out.”

    Inside was a delicate silver bracelet, set with tiny diamonds that caught the morning light. “It’s beautiful,” I breathed.

    “Something to remember our honeymoon by,” Alexander said, fastening it around my wrist. “Though I hope the memories will be better than any jewelry.”

    I looked up at him, trying to read his expression. “The memories have been unforgettable.”

    Alexander’s smile was genuine, reaching his eyes in a way that made my heart skip. “Good. Now eat your breakfast. We’ve got ns todayb./bb” /b

    “What kind of ns?”

    Chapter b107 /b

    It’s a bsurprise /b

    bTeyed /bAlexander suspiciously. bI /bdon’t like surprises.”

    “bThat’s /ba lie.” He popped a grape into his mouth. “You loved the waterfall surprise. And byou /b

    the midnight swim surpriseb. /bAnd bespecially /bst bnight /bthetr

    b“/bbOkay/b! Point taken.” I felt my cheeks flush as I sipped my coffee. “What should I wear for this mysterious adventureb?/bb” /b

    “Somethingfortable. We’ll be outside.”

    b“/bThat narrows it down to about ny percent of my

    wardrobe.”

    “And bring a light jacket.”

    I raised an eyebrow. “A jacket? It’s like a thousand degrees outside.”

    “Trust me.” His eyes glinted with mischief.

    After breakfast, I showered and dressed in shorts, a tank top, and sneakersb, /btucking a light jacket into my bag as instructed. Alexander was waiting for bme /bon the terrace, dressed in cargo shorts and a fitted t–shirt that highlighted his muscr arms.

    “Ready?” he asked, holding out his hand.

    “For what, exactly?”

    “You’ll see.”

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