My Ranger Weekend

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my
tone.
    “ A great time, ” he countered as he returned my gaze.  
    I laughed at his cockiness. “ Cocky much? ” His answering panty melting grin was my only answer. Flint
reached over and pulled me to him. “ Kiss me, ” he ordered as he pushed
my sunglasses above my head. “ Ok, ” I whispered as I did
the same to him. As our lips came together I felt a spark take flight along my
nerves that traveled my entire body. Flint ’ s tongue sought entrance that I eagerly gave him as he fanned
that spark to a steady burn and I melted into him. He pulled me deeper into him
swallowing my moan.
    “ Get a room, ” Romeo called out, dowsing not only our lust but us as well as
he shook his head throwing drops of cold water on us. I shrieked, turning away
from Romeo as Flint jumped up and tackled him to the ground. They wrestled for
a few more minutes, kicking up sand and grunting as each tried to outmaneuver
the other.   I went and stood next
to Reggie joining in her laughter. They finally tired each other out and let
each other stand up. Once on their feet they surveyed the other and then
themselves to find that they were covered in sand.
    “ I got sand in places it
should never visit, ” laughed Romeo as he
took off towards the water. Flint turned towards me. His sunglasses were lost
in the shuffle so I could see his eyes and they were blazing as they traveled
up my body.
    “ Oh no Ranger. Don ’ t even think about it, ” I yelled as I turned tail and ran away. I did not even hear
him as he picked me up mid-step. I kicked and screamed as he walked towards the
water.
    “ Flint, let me go, ” I hollered. “ Reggie, help me, ” I called out as we passed her. Romeo was already walking back
to her and both were laughing their asses off. “ I swear to God, Ranger, you better put me down, ” I demanded. The yelling did not work nor did the hard-ass
approach so I tried my last weapon in my arsenal. “ Please baby, ” I whimpered, “ please put me down. ” His steps slowed then
stopped right at the water ’ s edge.   Flint set me down on my
feet and turned me in his arms.
    He took off my sunglasses and looked in my eyes. I was not
sure what he was looking for but the minute I smiled at him he chucked my
sunglasses, bent over putting his shoulder into my waist as he hoisted me up
and over his shoulder. My ass stuck up in the air as I dangled behind him.
    “ Oh my God Flint, ” I yelled, slapping his lower back as he took off into the
water.
    “ Hold still, ” he said as he slapped my ass before throwing me into the
waves. I came up gasping from the cold water but quickly turned in a circle to
try and find Flint. “ Oh crap, ” I murmured as he was
nowhere to be found. In the next second I felt him pinch my butt but I was too
slow again as I spun around. He had yet to surface. “ Flint, where are you? ” I called out but he still stayed under the water. I am
going to kill you shark-boy . The surf made it impossible to see him under
the white foam of the waves. I was a sitting duck waist deep in the water so I
decided I had to swim for it if I had any chance to get away. The shore was not
far so I took off as fast as I could. Three strokes later Flint grabbed my
ankle stopping my hasty retreat. I tried to kick him but he just grabbed the
offending foot and pulled me towards him. I was at his mercy as he flipped me
over and wrapped my legs around his waist.  
    “ Where do you think you
are going? ” He asked as he stood looming over me. Water dripped down his
face and off his chin. My eyes followed a large bead of water down his chest.
All of my fight left me as I looked up into his clear, blue eyes.
    “ Right here, ” I answered breathlessly as I let myself float, feeling the
flow of the tide as it rushed to shore. Flint ’ s hands came to my waist as the tide pushed me harder into
him as it rushed back to sea. I laughed as he ground his semi-hard cock against
me. “ You ’ re insatiable. ”
    “

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