Chapter 44

It was definitely a romantic setting. Just as I was picturing another wedding in my mind, one that would get to the vows this time, AJ pushed my head under.

“Hey!” I came up sputtering.

“We needed a mood switch. Marco.”

Next thing I knew, he was on my back, his thick, wet cock pressed against my flesh there. Whatever sodden underwear did to block the sight of it, they did even less when it came to my sense of feeling. As I stood up straighter, he slid down me, the fat, round head following the split of my ass, mercilessly teasing me. God! I wanted it inside me. I spun around to face him once he settled back down, his feet in the gritty muck, like mine, his hand on my waistband.

“Polo,” I whispered.