Her whole body squeezed tight and then exploded with a burst that detonated in her center and spread outward.
Angie cried out. The orgasm was unexpected.
Parker grunted his approval, rode the crest until she relaxed, and then let loose with a ferocious pounding that ended with his cock spurting inside her.
She was stunned when it was over.
He lavished her with warm praise. Her husband’s aftercare consisted of him worshipping her body until she had an ounce of nothing left.
Wiped out, she drifted away once more; only this time, she wore a happy smile on her face.
FOR THEIR FINAL night on the island, Parker surprised his dream-come-true wife with a final display of gifts.
Dressed in a white open neck shirt with several buttons left undone and a pair of tailored slacks, he escorted his bride to a special dinner made for them by the island’s award-winning chef.
She wore her new necklace and a sexy low-cut skintight gown.
Beneath a glowing moon with torches illuminating a beautifully presented table for two by the waters of the calm lagoon, they feasted on grilled lobster and tenderloin medallions. The chef made his wife’s favorite old-fashioned scalloped potatoes with an assortment of local fruits and vegetables steamed in coconut leaves and plucked blazing hot from the coals of a beach bonfire.
They laughed and talked. She told him a ridiculous yet somehow believable story about an event she’d put on while in Spain. A wealthy businessman was building an ad campaign around unicorns, and he’d hired her to handle an outdoor extravaganza on his estate. On the day of the occasion during setup, a horse trailer pulled up and unloaded a pair of impressive looking … unicorns. For real unicorns, or so she insisted.
“Sounds like bullshit to me.”
She agreed with him. “Right? But here’s the thing. I gave those damn beasts a thorough ocular pat down. The horns weren’t attached or applied. They were real. I swear they were.” She shrieked when he laughed harder.
“Gullible, much?” he taunted her.
“Oh, I suppose you’ve never fallen for anything?”
“I fell for you, Angel.”
Her glorious smile was almost brighter than the moon.
She made a toast that got him laughing a bit more.
“To my hunky husband and his lovely swinging penis who changed my thinking about the pros and cons of a naked honeymoon. Thank you.”
He touched his glass to hers and sipped while smirking at her over the rim of the crystal.
“Swinging penis? Rather formal for you, Mrs. Sullivan.”
“It sounded better than caveman cock, and in honor of the occasion, I went with the cleaner version.”
What could a self-respecting newlywed husband do except throw his head back and laugh his face off?
“I have so many plans for when we get home.”
Parker arched a brow and coughed on a sip of champagne. “What?”
“We’re getting a dog. No arguments. And I’ve decided no to the pool. We swim at the Villa—period. A hot tub is worth discussing, but a pool is wasteful.”
His mouth wobbled with suppressed laughter. She decided, did she?
“Alex said he’s having the pool house quickly renovated. Something about a baby changing station. Considering the role played in our history by the old pool house, I think a redesign will wipe that slate clean.”
Although it didn’t seem like an intended zinger, her reminder of the regrettable hookup she’d witnessed all those years ago made him uncomfortable.
“I hope you didn’t throw that in my face as a guarantee that you’d get your way.”
She stood so fast her leg hit the side of the table with a thwack. He reached out to keep the glasses from toppling over.
“No, no, no,” she wailed. Her alarm was patently obvious.
Skirting quickly around the table, Angie swung onto his lap and wrapped herself around his neck so fiercely she nearly cut off his oxygen.
Pressing hard kisses on his face, she kept saying, “No.”
He held her on his lap and sighed into the quiet night. From his standpoint, leaving the past behind them was pretty fucking close to being priority numero uno, so he said a silent prayer to whatever deity was on duty at the moment, asking for a clear road ahead.
Before long, the apology kisses turned to deliberate butt wiggling that led to Angel snickers.
“Goddammit,” she muttered. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that shithead posing as my brother might be onto something with his crazy-assed, big-man-in-charge demerit system.”
“Really? Why the change of heart?”
In an award-winning performance that deserved a gold statue, Angelina Noëlle Inés Valleja-Marquez Sullivan fiddled with her necklace, squirmed on his stiffening dick, and plucked at the opening of his shirt.
“Well,” she began in a tone that poured gasoline on his already fiery libido, “my mouth gets away from me sometimes.” She shrugged. “I’ve never met a pithy comment I couldn’t makeover and call my own.”
Parker grinned. Truer words would be hard to find.
“And other times, maybe, just maybe,” she drawled with a corresponding hand gesture, “I have a bad case of TMI going on. Blurt things out before thinking.”
“Oh, my dear sweet baby Jesus!” He laughed and almost knocked her off his lap. “Are you suggesting a, um, punishment arrangement as a way to keep that mouth of yours in check? Hot damn!”
“You don’t have to sound so pleased.”
Her sniff of indignation sparked a response that had a thunderbolt quality to it and nearly split the seam of his pants when his dick instantly swelled.
“Get real,” he scolded. “We’ll amend our agreement to include a method for tracking demerits and negotiate appropriate punishments.”
“Am I allowed input in deciding these, um, whatever?”
“Punishments?” He liked rubbing her nose in the word because she came close to making a face every time it was said.
The deep flush that appeared on her cheeks was exquisite. Angie’s sapphire eyes blazed, and the little wiggle of her butt was more involuntary than purposeful.
“Okay, yes. But there must be another word. I don’t necessarily like the way that sounds.”
He was good with words. Had to be. It was high on the lawyer qualification list. “How about discipline? Discipline demerits. Has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?”
It was hilarious that she gave the suggestion serious thought, but that was what she did.
“Sounds less creepy.” She nodded. “Yeah, I like it. Discipline demerits. For those moments when I say or do something awful.”
Now wasn’t the time to quibble about particulars. They could get down to basics later. But he did want some indication of what constituted discipline in his wife’s fertile imagination.
“You have an assignment,” he told her.
“I do?”
“Yes, kitten. Your journal. I want you to write about discipline and what you see up here,” he said with a tap of one finger between her brows. “And what works for you elsewhere.”
He emphasized his intended meaning by sliding his hand under her dress and briefly cupped the mound of her pussy.
She held his neck and whispered, “I like the lash.”
Ah, shit. He had wondered if something like this would happen after demonstrating the sexy possibilities of the whip. Her willingness was a game changer. One that opened the floodgates of his base nature.
Did he enjoy introducing his wife to that side of his personality? Fuck yeah, he did.
Parker gently caressed the smooth, soft skin of her face and curled his fingers around her neck. He liked the message sent each time he broke out the mild power play.
“The lash isn’t just for discipline, kitten.”
Her blush deepened.
Their island honeymoon had been everything he’d dreamed it would be. Alex had been a thousand percent right a
bout cutting themselves off from everything else and spending this special time wrapped only in each other.
“I’m going to miss this,” she murmured on a contented sigh.
He would too. Spending the rest of time in her company with nothing more pressing to think about than when to eat and where to make love sounded like an excellent plan. Unfortunately, life didn’t work that way.
“I planned something special for later. Part dessert, part foreplay.”
“Listening.”
“Here’s the deal,” he explained. “I have to call in to the resort staff and let them know when we’re finished here. They’ll send a cleanup crew and deliver more supplies for the ice-cream sundaes we never got around to.”
“Speak for yourself, Counselor. I had a delicious sundae. New flavor favorite. Whipped cream cock with chocolate sauce and carefully balanced cherry.”
She giggled, and his dick throbbed with the memory.
“Behave, Mrs. Sullivan. My point in telling you that was so you keep your clothes on till they finish and leave.”
She smiled and crossed her eyes as a goofy look spread on her face. “Made a believer out of me. Naked is definitely better.”
“And since this is our last night in paradise, it’s lady’s choice. Heads or tails. Bottoms up, giddy up, or Kama Sutra, here we come.”
Angie slid off his lap and wriggled as she adjusted her dress. “May I have all? Pretty please?”
His wife was really something. “We can start right now if you want.” He gave his bulging crotch a deliberate grab.
The interest in her eyes turned to a wicked gleam. “I don’t suppose you have a princess plug stashed in your pocket?” She pulled him from his seat and gave his lower half quite a pat down.
He chuckled lustfully. “No, but I do have this handy satin tie for your hands.”
She had herself a fine, hearty laugh when a long hunk of satin appeared from thin air.
“Where the hell did you have that stashed?”
“I’ll never tell,” he said with a devilish brow waggle. “Interested?”
“Oh, fuck,” she answered with a snort. “Seriously?” Her hands shot out, and she crossed her wrists.
Her eagerness to be used for their pleasure was hot as fuck.
Parker looked around and had a eureka moment. Last chance for his tropical island captive to experience some lusty pirate ravishment.
He led her to a nearby tree where he pulled her arms back and tied them to the trunk by her wrists. She wasn’t going anywhere until he said so.
A split second of regret rippled through his mind as he grabbed the low neckline of the sexy dress she wore and ripped it open. Angie’s loud, shocked gasp set the stage for what was to come.
Tied to the tree, her eyes wide and bright, he feasted on her nakedness. In the torchlight, her skin glowed. The tattered remains of her dress hung from her shoulders. Excitement hung in the air.
Parker fondled her breasts and did a number on her nipples until he’d plucked them both into hardened readiness. She whimpered and squirmed when he carefully bit each turgid nub.
“Are you wet, princess?”
She eyed him with lusty encouragement. Biting her lip, she made the role-playing incredibly carnal. Turning her head to the side, she feigned embarrassment when he probed and found her dripping.
“I believe,” he growled in her face, “the promise I made was to return you to the king with your pussy wrecked. Not quite there yet, but I know a way to remedy that.”
He strode away and left her tied to the tree, mostly naked. His very naughty angel was showing quite a preference for ass play. She wanted a plug? No fucking problem.
Striding with purpose into the house, he made for the bedroom and quickly grabbed the crystal-topped butt toy and lube. He searched his bag of delights, found the nipple clamps with the dangling chimes and grunted. His angel kitten had the perfect nipples for the wicked device. He removed the chain and stuffed the two small devices into his pocket.
Returning to his bound captive with haste, he slowed when he came around a stand of plants and bushes and enjoyed finding his hot little wife bound to the tree. He held up the plug and called out as he approached.
“For m’lady’s ass.”
Her quivering, “No, please don’t,” made him hard as a rock.
He asked just once for clarification before going any further.
“Color, Angel.”
She smiled broadly and winked. “A beautiful green. Like the tropical jungle surrounding us.”
Just what he wanted to hear, so he switched into his role of lusty, oversexed pirate and went for it.
“Open,” he demanded.
Her mouth dropped slightly, and he snickered. “Here,” he growled. “Lick this.”
She licked the plug while making sounds of distress. His cock got harder with every whimper. He had her hold the cold steel plug between her lips as he shoved the container of lube into a back pocket and then retrieved the shiny metal clamps.
Shaking her head, she strained against the bindings and moaned around the sex toy in her mouth.
Parker took a considerable amount of time with each breast and nipple. She was shaking all over once he’d attached and adjusted the bite of both.
Untying the binding from the tree, he led her closer to the water’s edge by the piece of satin. Leaving her for a moment, he walked to the nearby lounger, took the folded beach blanket and two small pillows, and strode back to his willing captive.
Spreading the large blanket on the sand, he dropped the lube and gently removed the plug from her mouth. He untied her hands, ripped what was left of the dress from her and ogled her glorious nakedness.
“Princess, you were born to be fucked by moonlight.”
True to character, she glared and then dramatically spit to show what she thought of his words.
This role-playing stuff was way more erotic than he ever imagined it’d be. Especially with his sexy wife giving it her all.
On an angry grunt, he pushed her to her knees on the blanket and demanded she suck his dick unless she wanted her ass fucked. Her eyes flared, but she quickly dropped to her knees and fumbled with his pants. He pushed her hands away and did the honors—reaching into his clothing and revealing an erection he thought looked pretty fucking awesome by moonlight.
He grabbed her chin and narrowed his eyes as he told her in a caveman growl what he wanted.
“All the way, princess. In your throat. I want you gagging. Understand?”
The little chiming bells on the nipple clamps tinkled as she performed for him. She sucked on him with increasing fervor and only slowed down or paused when the gagging became too much. Tears sparkled in her pretty eyes from the effort of deep throating.
And he was harder than he’d ever been before. No joke.
He had his hands on her head and was directing the action when he came in her throat with a deep, husky roar. She moaned when his cock throbbed and spurted.
“Swallow, princess. All of it. Suck my cock dry if you know what’s good for you.”
His angel kitten’s whimpers as she complied with his filthy demands triggered a new round of arousal before the last of his climax faded. Having a dick never quite satisfied came in handy, considering the insatiable needs of his wife.
He pulled his cock from her mouth and gave a lusty chuckle. Saliva hung on her chin, and some had dripped onto her chest. Parker fingered the silver clamps until she yelped. Having gotten the reaction he wanted, he tightened the bite of each clamp.
She’d had barely enough time to catch her breath when he surprised her with a hefty shove that sent her flying onto her back. He stripped while she gazed at him in wide-eyed shock.
He crossed his arms buccaneer style and stood directly over her. They both watched as his cock surged anew and stood out from his body.
Her telltale reaction of an almost imperceptible wetting of her lips amused him to no end. She’d just nearly sucked the lif
e out of him, and here she was silently asking for more. Shit. He almost gave it to her.
He moved and kicked one of her ankles. “Spread ‘em, princess.”
She moved hesitantly and though her feet moved apart and her legs parted, she tilted her thighs closer and brought her knees together. It was defense and protection. She was playing with fire.
Another two or three kicks and some grunted commands followed. She barely complied, but in the end, she laid there, open and exposed. Parker caught that first delicious hint of her arousal and smirked.
Standing between her spread thighs, he stared down at her. His erect cock swayed with his every movement.
“Touch yourself, princess. Show me what you do with those naughty fingers when you’re alone in your palace bed. What dirty things do you do under the covers, hmmm? Maybe a big, thick phallus hidden in your drawer? I can picture you fucking that hungry cunt late at night when no one can hear the sounds.”
His provocative words made her tremble, and she tried to close her legs, but he just laughed and stood his ground.
“What did I tell you? Finger that pussy, princess. Make it drip and then I’ll give you what you need.”
He stroked his cock and held her eyes with his.
“This is what you need, isn’t it, princess? A big, hard pirate cock buried inside you.”
She was panting softly.
He smiled. “Do it. Now.”
Parker loomed over her and gripped his cock while Angie tentatively explored her exposed pussy. He grunted and growled each time he told her what to do.
“Spread your lips. Show me your pearl. Good. Now … one finger. Slide it in.”
He directed her every move and in no time at all had brought his wanton bride to an explosive climax. Right there. In the moonlight. On the beach.
“Turn over,” he demanded. She was still trembling from the aftershocks but did what he asked.
Reaching for the two pillows, he knelt next to her, slid an arm under her stomach and lifted. He shoved both pillows against her abdomen and lowered her. Her ass was his.
Spreading her cheeks, he grunted when the memory of fucking her ass lit up his mind. She’d been magnificent and had clearly enjoyed herself. It wasn’t something he planned to do on the regular—it was best to leave ass fucking for special times and not every day—but he could satisfy his wife’s needs in other ways.
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