by Nicole Snow
“Fuck, that sounds good. Unfortunately, we've got nothing but champagne and caviar coming out our ears. My old man's never been the type to just pack some cold cuts and bread. We'll have to pick up our groceries next time we park this boat.”
She laughs, and I take her hand. I walk her down the long hall, heading for the master quarters. When we get inside, I can practically hear her sweet jaw clapping the floor.
It's a sweet room, no doubt about it. King sized plush bed with silk sheets, all the storage you could want, a jacuzzi in the adjacent bathroom, a mechanical wine cellar, and a helluva view outside.
For a second, I wonder if it'll be a problem that there aren't any curtains. No, scratch that shit. Anybody nearby will hear us fucking way before they think to look through the big windows near the top of the ship.
I'm gonna make her scream that loud. Gotta do something to get the shock outta her system. I wanna make her feel so good she forgets all about Dan the Boss Man, leaving home, and everything else that's been dumped on her since my asshole dad shacked up with her ma.
“You wanna know something? I've been dreaming about something like this since you landed in my house and got underneath my skin. We're finally alone, babe. Really, truly alone. You ready for this, Sis? I don't even have to gag you while we fuck to keep our fucking parents from hearing.”
A shudder rolls up her back. She wiggles into me deliciously, pursing her lips for a kiss, answering me with her body instead of words.
She's a natural. She knows what I like. Of course, I know how to work her in spades, and I'm not gonna waste another precious second.
I grab on tight and whip her around. We crash down on the bed together, my teeth pulling at her bottom lip, starving for her taste. Her tongue hits mine in shy, desperate sweeps. I twine mine in good and start dancing circles, giving her the love she needs, but holding just enough back so she's fucking begging me for more.
Her tits press into my chest like they were made for my tiger tat. I can feel her hard nipples scraping through her shirt, so puckered they dig into me through several layers of fabric. I reach for her right tit and squeeze.
Goddamn.
Hot breath explodes in my mouth, and I swallow it, warming my mouth up for the fiery licks I'm gonna level down her curves and between her legs. My fingers pinch her nip tight, making her jerk with pleasure. Her hips roll up and down, grinding on my dick, breaking the thin cage still left around the beast inside me.
Right now, that beast wants to fuck all night. Harder, rougher, and deeper than any girl I've ever been with. But she needs to know it's more than just animal need too.
I'm really into this woman. I haven't said the L-word yet because it's too soon, and it freaks me the fuck out. Fuck if I don't feel it, though. It turns the lava in my blood into plasma. Makes my damned heartbeat a hundred miles an hour.
I don't know when the fuck to drop it on her. All I know is I'm gonna combust if I don't get her under me this second and suffocate myself between her thighs.
Fuck, fuck, and mother-fuck.
I start tearing at her clothes, tugging off big handfuls. Never once do my lips leave hers. I keep her sweet mouth open, dragging my tongue in and out, fucking her lips the same way I'm gonna do to her pussy real soon.
When she's down to her panties, my fingers push down her waistband, find the wetness, and stroke her slit Two fingers slide in and she claws my back. I'm fucking owning her with pleasure, drowning her without even touching the mighty Pacific outside the glass.
“Oh my God,” she whines. “Ty.”
It's so good to hear my name on her lips. Everybody else always says it like a curse, or else as a plea when they think I'm gonna wring their necks over some business initiative gone bad at my club.
Soon, Club Zing's going into my boys' hands. This woman in my hands, though, she's staying mine forever.
Mine.
I start sliding my fingers deep in her hot cunt, slow and teasing. I don't stop 'til she's bucking her hips and I hear her breath getting shallow. Her kisses come sloppy now. She can't keep up, digging at my lips with her teeth a little more desperately as I find her clit and give it a good pinch.
“Oh! Oh, fuck!” Claire sputters. “Don't. Stop.”
“I'm gonna.” That makes her eyes snap open and beam pure hate, all while I pull my fingers up and grab her panties. “Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with, babe? Did you really think I'd let you come without tasting you first? I don't let good pussy go to waste. This is a fucking warm up. Now, spread your legs.”
She moans loudly as I rip her panties down in one jerk. I can't even get 'em off her ankles before I'm sliding down her body, stamping my lips between her breasts and on her soft belly, down to the wet wonder I'm gonna fuck every way possible tonight, and then a few more I haven't invented yet tomorrow.
My chin hits the bed and I slide up. Her legs are shaking uncontrollably, so I hold her thighs and spread them wider, giving me all the room I need to wedge my tongue over her clit.
I don't hold nothing back. Her taste, her scent, her everything drives me fucking wild.
I feel the sheets beneath us getting pulled and tangled. She's trying like hell to wrap 'em around her fingers, digging her fingernails in like she's gonna leave this earth if there's nothing to keep her anchored.
Fuck it. I lick her pussy harder. I want her to hit the ceiling and bounce like she's on a goddamned trampoline.
My mouth goes wild. I'm sucking, fucking, strumming her cunt every way I know how. I growl as I drag her clit deep into my mouth, lashing it in long strokes. Her thighs turn to warm rocks in my hands, and that's my cue to lick faster, sending her over the edge.
Her breathless scream's the most jagged, inhuman thing I've ever fucking heard since I started bedding women. And I love every damned octave pouring outta her mouth.
Claire's thighs pinch tight, covering my ears, but damn if I can't hear her screaming, whimpering, wondering how the hell I can make her pussy feel this good. I don't let her ask too many questions.
I fucking show her.
My tongue's a machine all through her explosion. I follow her hips up and down, rocking on the bed, holding her down onto the mattress 'til her little ass sinks deep. Hot, sweet cream keeps pouring into my mouth. I lap it up like the champagne stored in the room with us, but no liquor I ever tasted compares to this.
Her pussy gets me drunk like nothing coming outta a bottle.
She's not the only thing soaking wet. I'll be surprised if my pants haven't melted from all the pre-come drooling outta my dick, and I'm sure that slick coating's the only thing that keeps the pike from drilling its way out.
“Ty, Ty, Ty, Ty...please don't stop. Please don't fucking stop.” Her words come slow and desperate.
She's cooing like she's got a hit off my tongue, and my dick jerks for the hundredth time that night.
Shit, for all intents and purposes, she has. Her brain's pumping the same kinda fire junkies get when they hit a new high. I've been to kink clubs before and seen fuckers reach a whole new plane of existence from really good sex.
I don't know about the science, but I'm gonna make her feel so fucking good she can't feel anything except my ecstasy. Tonight's not one where she gets to worry about losing her job, what's gonna happen with me, or how hard our asshole parents are gonna hit the ceiling when they realize I've stolen the yacht and taken her with me.
No, goddamn it. She's devoting every minute we've got on this ship to me. I won't let her think or feel anything except how good my tongue, hands, and cock feel between her legs.
I'm not holding a damned thing back. I'll fuck her straight into a coma, and then ride her ass some more if I need to.
I don't give a fuck. I'm beyond it. I'm a mad dog tonight, and I'm foaming at the mouth – or since my mouth's too busy with her pussy, I guess my dick's doing the foaming for me.
Her lungs must be ready to explode by the time I'm done. I can't even feel my jaw when I break
away, sucking in a badly needed breath myself. My dick's hammering so hard it fucking hurts.
I stand up while she's knocked the fuck out, trying to unscramble her brain after I short-circuited her clit. I stand up and stretch, eager to get the hell outta my clothes. They're gone a second later, so quickly I wonder if I've set a new record for stripping down to skin.
“You need a few more seconds to catch your breath, or what?” I fix my eyes on her naked body and growl, impatiently fisting my dick in one hand. “Think carefully before you answer, babe. Once I'm inside you, I'm not fucking stopping 'til we both pass out.”
She smiles – only for a second. It fades just as fast when she realizes I'm not fucking around here.
Time's up.
“I'm ready,” she moans, spreading her legs for me again.
It's all I need to hear. I'm already climbing on the bed, wondering if we'll make several tons of luxurious metal rock from how hard I'm gonna give it to her.
Shit! If she didn't make my heart flip, I'd break this girl by fucking. Hell, I'd break my own sorry ass in her sweet cunt, just fuck her and fuck her and fuck her 'til my balls pop.
Luckily, we're beyond breaking shit tonight. That shit's in the past. For the next few hours, she's all mine, and I'm gonna commandeer her body in the darkness the same way I took over the Stingray and pointed her where I want. I'm cruising my girl's body.
Hard. Steady. Without regret.
My dick's pulsing so hard I can barely breathe, giddy as all hell to slide inside her, to fuck her, to fill her. I haven't had nearly enough of this woman.
Claire arches her back when I get between her legs, reaching for my shaft. Her fingers wrap around it perfectly and she squeezes me tight. I grunt and roll my hips.
Her hand feels amazing, and it's only a tiny fraction of how mind numbingly good that hot wet slit in front of me is about to feel. I put my fingers over hers and give them a squeeze, then lift her palm away.
“New rule – hands over your head, or anywhere I tell you when you're underneath me like this.”
“Oh? Just underneath you?” She swings her legs over the backs of mine, giving them a long, silky stroke with her feet. I almost blow my load on her belly like a fucking high school kid. “I didn't know you wanted to fuck missionary all the time.”
“Babe, missionary's just a classic warmup. You're gonna feel your brains coming out your ears before you stop and try to make sense of all the ways we're fucking.” My eyes narrow and I reach underneath her, grabbing her ass, aiming my cock perfectly for her entrance. “I need this like I've never needed anything else my whole damned life. I need you. You're mine, girl, all fucking mine and then some. Hold on tight while I make you feel it.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her dead off by pushing into her. Fuck, she's wet, hot, and tight as the first time. I push good and deep, loving the fact that there's no reason to ease her in slow this time.
The shy, sweet virgin girl's fading. I'll miss her, but I love the woman I'm about to meet. Fuck by fuck, I vow to turn her into the hottest ball buster I've ever buried myself in.
I was the one to break her in, and I'm not done yet. Not 'til I've brought her into the world of raw, sweaty, unrepentant fucking. I swear I'm not stopping 'til she's stamped with my cock from the inside out.
I slide balls deep and then jerk back, ramming it home harder this time. She gasps, tenses, squirms beneath me. Her fingers are doing that adorable curling thing against the brutal hand I've got holding her wrists, and damn if I don't love it.
Holding on for leverage, I fuck her hard. I thrust 'til she opens her mouth and struggles to get oxygen into her lungs, shaking her sweet body, moving my mouth down against her throat. Her nipples brush me as I fuck faster, and I sink my teeth into the soft spot along her neck with a growl.
I marked her once, and I do it harder now. She moans loud, sharp, but doesn't stop. On the contrary, my girl pushes her neck harder into my teeth, and I gotta hold myself back from drawing blood.
We both come up for air and lock lips. I time my tongue to match the strokes of my cock, totally throttling her now. It's sloppy and imperfect, but fuck it feels good, the only kinda bliss that really matters.
My heart's chugging – not from the exertion either. I can't fight it. I can't pretend. There's truly something here when I'm rampaging between her legs, the same thing that's there when she's lying next to me steaming after a good fuck, running her pretty brown eyes over my body.
I think it's love. But her pussy won't let me think too hard about anything at all, and neither will my dick. That greedy motherfucker jerks me deeper into her body, faster, sending pure hellfire into my balls. He pulls me in to the hilt, and won't stop 'til I spit fire up her womb.
We're fucking so fast and hard the room thumps again and again with our flesh, smacking together in waves. She's screaming when I finally grab her wrists, throw her hands over my shoulders, and then fall back on my calves, pulling her up with me. My fingers dig into her round ass so hard it hurts – not that it slows me down for a single beat.
Her legs pinch tight around my waist and her ass rises off the mattress, suspended in my raging hands. She's right where I want her – wide open and totally wanting.
I slam her deep. I turn into a human piston. She tenses up and digs her ankles into my back, throbbing with the fury that lets me know she's on the cliff.
I send her right over it a second later. Claire comes on my dick; a convulsing, screaming, bucking mess. My balls are gonna burst if I don't shoot inside her soon, but it's too fucking good making her come undone like this.
Holding her hips, I slam deep and strong, raking my pubic bone across her clit. The added friction makes her shriller, and then she completely loses her voice.
Fuck! Everything around my dick gets hotter, wetter, tighter, stretched to its very limit. I think I've just taught her to squirt, and it's so fucking hot I almost lose my load then and there.
Somehow, I keep fucking through her climax, slowing my strokes a little as her limbs uncouple from their death hold on me and she starts to breathe.
“God, Ty. How do you do it? How did you ever learn to do half the things you do to me?” Her curiosity's real cute.
I pull out, settle her on the bed, and nudge her to roll over. “I'm showing you right now. Fucking's just like making music, babe. Practice makes perfect – except the practice is pretty damned sweet too.”
She doesn't need to know about the dozens of women I've had before her, the hundreds of times I've rocked beds rough. All she needs to care about is that it's all hers now, my gift and my sacrifice for making her mine.
Her laugh turns into a sharp gasp when I clap my palm on her ass. I'm almost looking forward to another lashing from her tongue someday, giving me all the excuse I need to throw this ass across my lap and give it a proper spanking.
For now, I'm too fucking hard and eager to stop. I jerk her up on all fours and reach for her clit, holding onto her fine ass with my other hand. Her legs go wide like a good girl, and I sink right in, picking up where I left off before.
I'm gonna fuck her molten before I come. I watch her hands go out and claw at the sheets and pillows above her head. It's not enough with the way we're fucking. Every thrust slowly moves us closer to the headboard, where she steadies when she finally smooths her palms on the wood.
Shit, maybe this full body practice we're making today is perfect.
Claire's legs start trembling closed after another minute of bullet fucking. Growling, I grab them, pull them apart, and hold her by the thighs while I ram into her.
“Jesus,” she whimpers, her fingers going white as she presses them flat against the headboard. “Oh, Ty. Ty! Fuck!”
The last word shoots out like a gunshot. I'm off to the races.
My hips go insane, slamming into hers so hard her tits swing like soft pendulums. My dick throbs, and the lava churning in my balls won't hold back any longer. I'm gonna explode.
“Fucking shit, babe – don't quit on me now! We're not done 'til you're dripping my come.”
I don't know how true it is 'til I bust a second later. I pump hot, thick ropes straight into her. It feels like I'm fucking melting.
All my energy runs straight into my balls, and then they shoot. I fill her deep and hard. I scorch her from the inside out as my nuts pump like foundries. Seed flies straight up my dick, last stop before I'm hurling it into her.
Coming was never like this before. This is something else. This shit squeezes my whole body and twists my muscles in knots, as if some giant picked me up and wrung me out like a rag.
I pour everything into her. I'm growling, spitting, swearing. She's turned me into a feral fucking animal grinding my hips into hers, pulling her back and forth against my dick, jerking myself off with her killer body.
That's when it hits me. Every year of sex I've had before her's fucking ruined. I thought I did good, rutting wild oats into the harem I collected over the years, right before Little Miss Perfect came along and dropped me to my knees.
Now, there's no going back. That shit I did before in bed with other girls? Absolutely fucking nothing.
What's right here in front of me, twitching and moaning as spastic aftershocks run through us, this is heaven. This is nothing but fucking nirvana in its purest form.
I root my dick inside her like a madman and don't stop 'til my balls are drained. Thank fuck she's the hottest thing I've ever seen, or else I'd have a hard time getting up again for the minimum four or five romps I've got planned for tonight.
Claire's slumped beneath me, her head on one pillow, trying to replenish the air in her empty lungs. I pull out and hop off the bed to grab a towel. It's gonna take a massive cleanup for anyone else to ever fuck in this bed again after the mess we just left, and we're only getting started.
She's still leaking my seed when I return. Something primal inside me wants to growl, push it back inside her, knock her the fuck up. The beast in my skull doesn't care if she's on the pill or not.
