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“Yours,” I gasped against his mouth, legs wrapping his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.

“Always yours.” He groaned, cock twitching as his release built, thrusts erratic. Then he came, spilling hot and deep, body shuddering. I felt every pulse, every jet, and it dragged me into another orgasm, milking him dry. We stilled, breaths steadying, skin slick with sweat and sea mist, the scent of sex mingling with breakfast fruit. He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, gaze dark with satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing my forehead before rolling us onto our sides on the lounger, still buried inside me. The...