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"Yesss. Ssss."

"Turn around."

Kaior turned, so her back was facing me. Her ass was bouncing in my face, while my dick was slamming inside of her. I smacked her on the ass. The sight of my dick disappearing into her pussy, only to reappear slick and glistening, was driving me wild. I sat up and grabbed her titties, while fucking her from the back.

"You like this shit?" I asked, as I licked on her ear.

"Yess. Oh my God, yess."

My finger slipped inside her ass. Kaior was losing control. Her ass was bouncing, as her pussy swallowed my dick.

"Ahhh. Oh my God. Yesss. Right there. Yess. Yess."

Her body began to tremble, and I could feel her walls clamping down on me. She was about to cum again. Kaior's body was jerking, as I continued to slam inside her pussy.

I could feel my own nut surfacing as I punished that pussy. I couldn't take anymore. My nut erupted.

"Ohhh...shit," I groaned, while grabbing her waist.

My fingers were gripping her flesh. Kaior fell forward, her legs still trembling.

"What the fuck was that?" she asked, while staring at the ceiling.

"The best sex of your life," I replied.

We showered together. This time I fucked her under the waterfall. My dick was still hard and needed one more nut. After round two, we laid in bed watching TV. Kaior snuggled in the crook of my arm and dozed off. I looked down at her and smiled. She trusted me.

Somehow, that meant more than everything else we'd done that night. I kissed the top of her head, pulled the blanket over us, and let the sound of the television fade into the background. For the first time in a long time...I slept good.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I woke up slowly to the gentle rocking beneath me, pulling me out of my sleep before I ever opened my eyes. For a second, I couldn't remember where I was. Then the smell of saltwater drifted through the open doors. A cool breeze brushed across my skin, and last night came rushing back.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, replaying the night in my head. Not one part of me wished I could take it back. The craziest part was how comfortable he made me feel. He never pressured me or tried to rush anything. He let the night unfold naturally, and somewhere along the way, I realized I trusted him.

Jokah made me feel seen, heard, and desired in a way I hadn't experienced in a long time. Every touch, every conversation, every look reminded me that this wasn't just about sex. He wanted me. Not just my body. Just me. That’s when I stopped thinking about everything else and let myself get lost in Jokah. Then I let him get lost inside of me.

The vibration of my phone broke the silence. I reached over to the nightstand and frowned at the screen.

Every notification was from Kyrie. I stared at his name, waiting for the guilt to hit. It never did.

I locked the screen and set my phone back on the nightstand. It was too early for the bullshit, but now he can feel how I’ve felt for months now.

"Morning," Jokah said, voice still rough with sleep, brushing a kiss against my shoulder. "Come out and watch the sunrise with me."

"Right now?"

"Right now."

We got dressed quickly in the robes from the bathroom, and he led me up top, where the sky had already started shifting into soft shades of pink and gold along the horizon. We stood at the railing together, his arm draped around me, and watched the sun climb slowly over the water without saying much of anything at all.

I've seen sunrises before. Nothing like this one, though. Maybe it wasn't the sunrise that felt different. Maybe it was the man I was watching it with.

"This is nice," I whispered.

"It is."

"I wasn't talking about the sunrise."