Britney's POV

I didn’t give him time to finish the sentence.

I kissed him harder, took his lower lip between my teeth, and climbed straight into his lap on the lounge chair. The tiny wet bikini bottoms dragged over the front of his pants as I straddled him. He was already half-hard underneath me. I rolled my hips down once, deliberate, so he could feel exactly how little fabric sat between his cock and my cunt. A low, protesting sound vibrated against my mouth and his hands came up like he might push me away, then stalled on my waist when I ground down again, slower, wetter.

I pulled back...