LILA

The master suite on the yacht still smelled like sex and ocean salt when we docked back at the private pier two hours later.

My legs were shaky as I followed Jordan up the stone path toward the villa, his cum still leaking slowly down the inside of my thighs with every step. I hadn’t been allowed to clean up. That was part of the deal. Winner’s load stays inside until he says otherwise.

“Still feel me dripping out of you?” he asked without turning around, voice low and smug.

“Shut up,” I muttered, but my pussy clenched anyway, pushing another warm trickle down my leg. The red bikini...