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excitement, my blood absolutely boiling. We kissed randomly, our lips suddenly joining in brief flashes as he fucked me with incredible power. Moisture trailed down my legs onto the bed.
    "Pet," he said. He pulled out, leaving me empty for just a second and turned me until I was facing toward the lake, his body wrapped along my back. He probed between my legs with his erection until he found his place again, sliding into me from behind. "Look."
    The sun was setting in that moment, that moment of visual and physical pleasure that was unlike anything that had ever come before it. "Roland, oh my god," I said. His hip s began to slam against my butt , his cock filling me just right as we stared at that beautiful , settling orb of light in the sky. Once again—and this had been happening more than ever lately!—I felt like I was in a movie.
    Roland's hands aggressively fondled my breasts from behind me, my back arching every time he rocked his hips. My eyes went through a delicate dance of opening and closing at random, my breath always departing when I saw the beauty in front of me.
    When I felt the fingers against my clit, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Roland angled himself so that he could up his tempo, and then proceeded to barrage me with his desire. I felt my second climax coming, a climax as bold as the one I was witnessing on the lake. He was circling against that tiny bundle of nerves, the waves flooding the rest of me. I lost it.
    My ears rang and my eyes closed, my body flooded with sensation. He kept pumping so hard, pushing me higher and higher until my consciousness was close to fading. I had no control over my voice, the screams spilling from me like an explosion. I heard him growling and then I felt his cock twitching inside of me, his cum spilling against the fluttering muscles of my pussy. I clenched the pillow in front of me , begging for stability, begging for more .
    His release came in so many bursts, each one like a brush stroke in a beautiful painting. He held me tightly, like it was an animalistic urge to fuck me—and didn't let go until he was done. Roland's lust dominated me, his physical strength absolutely overwhelming as he came. My arm gripped tightly gripped his and w e stayed there like that, holding each other as our bodies cooled down .
    "Roland, wow," I said, entirely lost in the moment. The sun was still disappearing. I couldn't believe so much time had passed since we first arrived . Everything had vanished from my mind.
    "You're wonderful, pet," he said, lightly kissing my back. His stubble tickled me. "It's been such a lovely day."
    "I agree," I said softly. My stomach suddenly grumbled , interrupting anything else I might have said . "Hey, are we ever gonna eat?" I asked.
    Roland laughed and the movements of his chest shook my body. "Absolutely. I'll actually have to cook tonight. There's plenty to eat here."
    Honestly, even with Marcus's bullshit, the day had been nearly perfect. It was the sort of day you could only dream about as a girl. I feared that at any moment I was going to hear a director shout CUT and it would be the end of the scene. But it didn't happen, at least not that night.
    I laughed pretty hard when I saw the matching robes that he had for us in the house. They were identical to the ones we were in the mansion. I wasn't going to complain though, because it was probably the most comfortable thing I'd ever worn in my life.
    Roland cooked us some fresh fish—I assumed that he must have had it delivered earlier in the day because it was fresh and obviously I hadn't seen him carry in a fish —and we enjoyed even more expensive of his rotating cast of favorite wines .
    After a dessert of melt-in-your-mouth cheesecake, we went back out and sat on the p atio. The rush of waves against the beach complemented our quiet conversation quite nicely. Roland enjoyed a cigar and shortly after, we went back into the outdoor bedroom and lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling