Filled for the First Time : 45 Books Bundle/Box Sets (Medical, Older Man, Menage, Taboo)

by Sansa Gold

  My eyes look around the cave. Shit! On the floor, laid out, are my clothes. I look down and realize that I've been naked this whole time.

  "I'll tell you when you hand me those clothes." I wish I could sink further into the cave. Not out of fear, but out of embarrassment. A strange man was looking at my naked body.

  He kneels down and throws my now dry clothes at me. He looks at me for a second, his green eyes making the inside of my stomach warm up, before turning around.

  "My name's Leslie. You can turn around." I button my pants. "Ouch!" I scream out.

  I lose control of my body. I feel the world around grow dark on the outside my vision. The ground comes flying toward me. There's no way that I can avoid it. Just when I think I'm going to crush my face, his hands grab hold of my sides.

  His fingers wrap around my body, bringing me close to the warmth of his body. I can feel the heave-ho of his chest pushing against mine. A ripple of excitement courses through me, taking away the pain.

  "Are you ok?" His frantic eyes search my body, looking for the pain. It's almost cute. Here he was, a stranger, trying to take care of me.

  "I don't know. There's pain in my lower stomach. I tried to button my pants. It came of nowhere." His hands hug the side of my body, curving down toward my hips. My breath grows warm, ragged, and long.

  His hand stops. One swift move and it would be between my legs. He presses down on the inside of my hip, and I moan out in pain. A shock of thunder is shooting through me.

  "I need light. I can't see what I'm dealing with here." Before I can respond he hoists me into the air, my hands wrap around his tough, grisly, rigid neck. My heart flutters with each step he takes. He carries me like I'm not but a feather in the wind.

  "I don't think we can fit through the hole." Remembering how long it took me just to inch through it last night while I was exhausted. I'm surprised that he was able to fit with his massive body.

  "There's another entrance on the other side of the cave. Much larger than the little hole you came through." It takes a couple minutes of walking through the dark before we get to the other opening. My eyes look up and open my mouth.

  There's no way that he can climb that with the both of us. It's almost a straight incline. He digs his boots hard into the slippery ground and climbs.

  I clench into his body, pushing my head into his chest. I can feel the beat of his heart, his fingers gripping on my backside. I'm amazed that he's able to carry both of us so effortlessly up the incline of the cave.

  "I can climb if you're tired."

  "Nonsense," he answers. With that one word he hushes me up. I look up at him, and my stomach formed a knot.

  Who was this mysterious Dan? A man who could climb a sharp incline with such ease? A man who was making my heart flutter with each bump of my head against this chest?

  Outside, the sunlight blinds me. I bring out my hand, and he hoists me higher on his chest like we were newlyweds off to our honeymoon suite. In a way, that was true.

  Outside the cave, I'm greeted by a spectacular vista. To my left was a forest of palm trees blowing in the wind that was coming off the ocean. To my right was a clear, sparkling, blue ocean. Waves are crashing onto the shore with ease. It was the perfect secluded spot for a honeymoon.

  "Where are we?" He places me down on the shore, resting my body against a palm tree. He walks over to a tree and shakes it, a coconut falling on the sand with a plop.

  He looks at the horizon before smashing the coconut against a rock. Liquid runs down the side where a small hole gives way. He hands it over to me, and I let the salty mixture flow down my throat.

  "Somewhere in the Atlantic on a small island. As far as I can tell we're the only ones here. I was starting to think I might be the only survivor until I found you inside that cave. Did you see anyone else?"

  There's a bit of hope in his eyes. A hope that says we might not be the only ones on the island. It disappears when I shake my head.

  "That's fine. I'm sure help will come. Eventually," he whispers.

  The sand kicks to the side as he makes his way toward me. I hold my breathe when he sits down next to me, back flexing as he leans forward. He places his hand on the spot above my waist. I let out a groan.

  "Did you hit anything inside the plane?" He lowers his head against my bosom, placing his ear on my heart. I ride up the side of the tree, putting distance between him and me.

  "What are you doing?" Who the hell did this guy think he was?

  "Oh shit, I should probably explain," he chuckles. He moves his hand through his hair, brushing it to the side. He sits down next to me, leaning his body against the palm tree. I grab hold of the coconut to my side, bringing it close to my body, hiding it. I didn't know who he was, and I had to be prepared for the worse.

  "Sorry, my instincts kind of kicked when I saw you in pain. Back in the real world I'm a certified gynecologist. I should be able to help you with your injury."

  He spends the next hour talking about his life. His family, his medical residency, and what he was doing on the plane before it went down.

  After that, he listens to me ramble on about my life. It's nowhere near as exciting as his, but he listens to every word. Asks questions. It's the first time that a man is interested in me and not just for my looks.

  "So, do you want me to take a look at it?"

  I push my back against the palm tree and use it to climb to my legs, the pain still present like before. I want him to look at it. To make sure that I'm not dying from internal bleeding, but I hold back.

  "Not right now. I'll be fine for now. I think that I'm just hungry. Let's see if we can find some food."

  We spend the next couple hours walking around the middle of the island. When we take breaks, I lean against the trees, pushing on down on the spot. Wishing harm to anyone who comes near me.

  It's almost eerie how quiet it is out here. The only sound is our steps breaking the fallen branches and the crashing of waves all around us. There is no chirping of birds or call of any animals.

  We are the only animals on the island. At least, nothing could eat us during the night.

  "Looks like we are going to need to survive on coconuts." I smash mine against the rock, sticking my hand inside. I grab the jelly and eat it. It's like eating warm water jello. No flavor what so ever. My stomach rumbles when I'm done eating my third one. I'm nowhere near full from it.

  "Nonsense." That was quickly becoming his catchphrase. I look at him puzzled. He grabs a branch off the ground and strikes the end of it with a sharp rock. It takes several hits before he's done. He skewers the ground with it to test it out. "I'll be back in a bit."

  He throws off his shirt and takes off his cargo shorts. I can't help, but bite the inside of my cheek. His tan, muscular, hard body makes the inside of my stomach hurt.

  He throws himself into the water and disappears. He's gone for over a minute when I start to worry. I lift myself up and walk toward the shore, hoping that I didn't just become a sole survivor. Just when I think he's gone, he breaches the water like a submarine.

  "I got it." He whoops, throwing his fist and the stick into the air. At the end of the stick, there's two fish laying lifeless. My mouth began to water. That would hit the spot so well.

  He hands me the stick, and it takes all my willpower not to rip them apart. He walks by the shore and grabs two dry rocks. He grabs the opened shells of the coconuts and rips off the hairs. He bundles them together and places them into a small hole. He strikes the rocks, sending sparks flying onto the coconut skin. He pursues his lips and blows onto the coconut hairs.

  I watch him, holding my breath until smoke starts to billow out. I get all giddy with excitement watching the fire grow, but hold myself back. When I see the flicker of flames, I throw my hands into the air and yell out in glee.

  I lay my body on his back, throwing my arms around him. I give him a peck on the cheeks and feel myself grow warm. What had I just done?

  He turns his head
to the side, touching the place where my lips just were. He looks over at me, a smile crossing his face. "That's probably the best thank you in a while."

  I climb off his back and sit next to the fire, holding the end with the fish over it. I don't say anything. I'm dying of embarrassment. How can I just kiss a man that I've never met before? It didn't seem right.

  "Where did you learn to do all that?" I stare into the fire, listening to its crackle, waiting for his answer. I can't bring myself to look up at him.

  "I was a boy scout growing up. I learned a lot of things. Things I've never had to use until today." He holds the end of a coconut above his mouth, a small trickle of water falling out.

  I looked up at the palm trees. How long would these coconuts last us? Would they find us before we run out?

  "Well, I'm glad you're on this island with me then." I smile at him. My heart takes hold when he looks at me. For some reason, I want to lean over and give him another kiss. Except, this time I want it on his lips.

  "I think they're ready." He points at the blackened fish. I hold out the stick in front of him, and he pulls one off, bouncing it between each hand until it cools down. I wait until he rips it open and takes a bite.

  "How does it taste?" I've never had fish like this. The only fish I've had in my life is salmon, and that comes smoked and neatly wrapped. This was outside my expertise.

  "It's a bit bony, but it'll do." He spits out a couple bones into the sand.

  I fidget with my fish, trying to break it open. It was harder than he made it seem. I didn't have the muscles that he did to tear it open. My nails got in the way half the time.

  "I can't open it." I felt embarrassed asking him for help. But, he didn't say anything.

  He crawls next to me, his bicep touching the side of my arm. Sparks flow through me when he grabs the fish out of my hand. He opens it up for me and digs out some of the meat.

  "It'll get easier. Who knows how long we'll be out here." In the distance, the sun is already setting as he looks at the horizon.

  He's right. We could be stuck out here for days, weeks, or even months.

  I take tiny bits of the fish, spitting out the small bones into the fire, enjoying the crackle of it. I was glad that Dan was here with me. I'd never be able to do what he did. I'd probably be dead in a couple days.

  "Dan, can you help me?" I touch the side of his hand, electricity coursing through me. I take hold of his hand and bring it to the spot he touched earlier today. "Can you give me a check up?"

  He doesn't say anything. He nods his head. He presses down on the spot, and I wince with pain.

  "I'm going to need you to lay down."

  I lay down on the soft sand, letting his body hulk over me. He pulls up my shirt and wraps it just under my breasts; I hold my breath as he presses down on my spot. I clench down hard on my teeth.

  "Does it hurt?"

  "A little," I lie. It hurt a lot, but I want to be brave for him. To let him know that I wasn't the only one who was strong on this island.

  "I might need to do an internal check up." He runs his hand through his hair and clenches the side of his face, "The only problem is that I don't have any of my instruments here with me." He looks down at me, his green globes shimmering.

  "Do what you have to do." I nibble on the inside of my cheek. I didn't want to reject any of his ideas. I know that he was the expert here. I needed to trust him. It was in my best interest.

  He nods and walks to the ocean. He washes his hands in the water before sitting down next to me. He takes a deep breath and unbuttons my pants

  The air in my chest takes hold, and I close my eyes. With one pull, he takes my shorts and panties off. I close my legs.

  He lays his hands on my knees and opens me up, working his way down the inside of my thighs. I can feel the warmth of his touch on the outside of my pussy. I know what he has to do, but I question him regardless.

  "What are you going to do?" I sink my toes into the sand, knowing his answer full well.

  "I'm going to use my fingers to do an internal examination. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just let me know, and I'll stop." I nod, his hands move lower.

  I let out a slight moan when his fingers touch the outside of my pussy. My head grows dreary and blank, only concentrating on his touch. Part of me wants to bat them away, but the other part holds back.

  I need to let him do his job. To make sure that I'm alright.

  His thumb strums the outside of my pussy, finding its way to my clit. I push my nails into the sand wishing that I had something to grab hold of. I open my eyes to look down at him.

  His eyes look up at me. He seems cool, calm, and collected as his fingers push inside of me. I grab hold of my breasts and try to hold back the rush of words.

  "Dan!" His name rockets out before I'm overwhelmed. It takes all the energy in my body to hold myself back. To plead for his cock.

  He starts off with one finger. It coils and hits the little spot inside my cunt. My eyes flicker, and I try to concentrate on him, the pain at my side passing.

  "How do you feel?" He asks. His head down between my legs. He's up close and personal with me now, as no man before.

  "I feel...I feel great." That was the truth. The pure ecstasy that was coursing through me was like nothing ever before. I move my fingers through his hair, pushing him down toward my clit. "Are you sure?"

  I drive his head onto my clit, his mouth opening up for me. His tongue unravels and works his way up and down my pussy. I hold his head there, his surprised lustful eyes looking up at me.

  "Fuck me until the pain goes away" I cry out, digging my nails into his neck. "Show me what you've got, Dan. I want you to make me feel better."

  I hear myself saying things I've never uttered to anyone in my life. I've completely lost my mind. I don't know if it's island fever or what. But, it was all true.

  He doesn't say a word. He starts working his tongue harder onto my pussy, sending an extra finger inside of me. He stretches me apart and makes my pussy quiver with every roll of his tongue.

  His hands squeeze my ass, so hard it hurts, lifting me off the sandy beach and slamming me back down. The pain in my stomach might not be the only injury I have. A couple of bruises to remind me of being trapped on this island with Dan, perhaps.

  The pleasure envelopes through my body overwhelming everything else. My vision begins to blur. My arms and legs are burning, and it's hard to breathe. All the oxygen in my lungs drops to the most intense orgasm of my life. There's no other way to explain. I could never bring myself to this kind of fruition.

  My body tenses up, the orgasm rolling through me as I buck my hips up. He holds onto me, his tongue still circling my clit. I crash hard against the sand several times before I quiet down.

  Lucky for me we are the only two people on this island. Nobody was in earshot to hear me roar his name with each ripple of his tongue. Each rub of his finger inside my pussy.

  "Just put it inside of me," I moan out. Exhausted from the ordeal I've just experienced.

  "But, do you feel better?" He runs his fingers through my hair, concern on his face. He lightly touches the side of my face, strumming it down the side of my body. Electricity courses through me.

  "Positive." I lower his boxers down and grab his unsheathed cock. It's the biggest I've ever had, but it doesn't deter me in any way. I rub him up and down, letting the precum ooze out onto my hand.

  I push him to the ground and this time I'm on top of him. He interlocks fingers behind his head and watches me.

  I bring down my head onto his helm, letting the salty precum flow down my throat. He lets out a muffled groan as my lips wrap around his cock. I climb down until I feel his helm hit the back of my throat, and I gag.

  His green eyes are gazing up at me the entire time too. He unclenches his hand and pushes down on the back of my head, his fingers wrapping around my hair. He forces me down on his cock, sending it down my throat until I'm at his base.

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nbsp; He pulls me back up and down before screaming out my name. He throws me to the side, my back on the beach. He opens my legs and plummets his cock inside of me.

  "Fuck, Dan!" It stretches me out like nothing before. He growls into my air when his shaft is deep inside of me. He sucks the nook below my ear so hard I know there will be a hickey in the morning, and I don't care.

  He runs his hand through my hair, tugs my lock in one fist, and pulls, bringing my lips to his ear. I moan out his name, each scream making him pound me harder.

  "You're my little patient. I'm not going to let you go until your cured." He drills his cock inside of me. I pinch my legs around him, tighter than ever before. No man has pleased me like he was right now.

  I felt his breath on the side of my neck. Behind him, the sky was full of stars that shimmer like camera lights. For a second, I forgot that I was trapped on this island. Instead, I pretended that I was in Hawaii. Enjoying a nice, random, hook up with some beach hunk.

  I love how he feels going through my hot, wet pussy, straight into me with such ease, and then coming down again, only to lunge back out and fill me over and over.

  It's rhythmic. It's full of passion. It's so intense that I could feel myself lose conscious through it all. I'm on the verge of tears when he starts to grunt and tense up.

  His breaths grow shorter and harder, falling the side of my neck. His teeth clench on my skin, knowing full well that I'll have a bite mark on my neck tomorrow morning.

  He grabs my wrists and holds them above my head, his green eyes looking down at me. We both needed this. Anything to make us feel normal while being trapped on his island.

  "Give it to me, Dan." I press my heels on his ass and force him to pump harder into me. He rolls his head back and almost howls to the full moon behind him.

  "I can't hold it any longer." He thrusts into me and pulls out just in time for me to put my mouth on his cock. His hot seed sprays into my mouth, and I watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head.