Chapter Eighty-Two

Mack’s intensity soon matched mine, his hands finding my hips and grinding them against his pelvis. I gasped into his mouth from the friction. His swimsuit held nothing back, and I found my hand sneaking between us and under the elastic of his waist.

“Ms. Neely, always up to no good,” he whispered against my lips, a soft groan escaping him when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

“I learned from the best.”

He smirked, his hand tugging my bottoms down my legs. “Don’t lose them,” I growled, squeezing his dick firmly.

His chuckling morphed into a wince, then brought his lips to my ear. “Don’t worry, I’d never give anyone a chance at seeing your pretty pussy.”

Wrapping my leg around his waist, I ground my hips down and he filled me to the brim.

My head tilted back in bliss, the slight bite of lake water as lubricant not bothering me in the slightest. He kept one arm around my waist,