“Oh fuck, Francisco,” I gasp as his finger finds my spot and his tongue teases my bud.
A throaty growl rumbles from his throat, over his lips, and into my body in response as my hips thrust forward and my thighs squeeze hard against his body.
He slowly fucks me with one finger, and then two, and his tongue.
The door to the wheelhouse finds its way shut due to the motion from the ocean, or maybe he kicks it. I’m not quite sure as I’m only focused on one thing, which is quickly making it hot as hell in here and fills the air with the smell of sex.
His fingers start to move faster and the flickers of his tongue move like a hurricane.
My fingers dig into his scalp as his growls get fiercer, and more demanding.
“I’m the first and last one to ever taste this, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” I say.
My pussy aches for more, but I don’t know how much more I can take until I erupt.
My moans increase in intensity, equaling his growls. The sounds bounce off the walls of the small room making it sound like two feral beasts fucking in a cave.
And we are fucking, his fingers and face are fucking me right and I feel the point of no return approaching.
“Come for me,” he says. “Come on my face,” before he goes back to tasting me.
His tongue swirls over my clit and my hips buck.
“I want to taste you. I can’t wait any longer.”
I feel my stomach tighten and a wave wash through me as my climax shatters through my body.
My hips buck wildly on the angled table, my thighs shaking, as my cunt unloads everything I have right onto his tongue which he thirstily swallows down.
My upper body jerks forward and I hug his head as he keeps going, slowing his pace and bringing me down from my high.
I pull his head into me, kissing the top possessively, until I feel his head move back.
I lean back trying to catch my breath. One hand finds a slick surface to lean on and the other one brushes against a button.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” I say as a thick protective barrier slides down covering the side windows.
“You preparing for a storm at sea?” he asks with a smirk.
“I just experienced a pretty severe one and somehow I made it through,” I say giving him a wink.
“Who said you’ve made it through yet?”
His hands move to my hips and he pulls me in close. I feel every inch of his long, thick cock throbbing through his boardshorts and against the fabric of my suit.
God he is huge. I didn’t have to see it to know. I could feel it.
His hands slide around behind me, finding my ass and grinding me against his girth.
I moan out in pleasure.
“This is all yours, just like I just took what’s mine,” he says. “This is what you do to me, how hard you make me. This is how I’ve been, how I’ve felt, since the first moment I saw you through that window. My dick’s wanted you more than anything since, and it won’t stop, I won’t stop, until it’s buried deep inside you.”
I lean in, giving him a deep kiss, which only grinds his steel rod that much more firmly against me.
My hand finds his bare chest, rubbing across his thick muscles and down his washboard abs and into his shorts as I take my first grasp of what he said is mine.
Good lord. I send a second hand diving into his shorts and even stacked I can’t get all his length, nor can my fingers wrap all the way around his thickness.
“Stroke it. Feel it. Do what you want with it, because it’s all yours,” he says.
I breathe out through my mouth, trying to get oxygen inside this small room.
My hands come out of his trunks, undoing the thin shoelace-like tie and his trunks drop to the floor and his dick springs free.
I gasp as I stare at the sight of his huge sea snake, the head glistening with precome, the veins throbbing from his muscled shaft.
All I can do is stare.
“That’s never going to fit inside me, but I can’t wait to try, to learn.”
“It will,” he says, “In time. Because it’s yours and only yours. It was made for you and it will fit you like a glove. Your walls will mold to it, own it, and milk it dry over and over and over again throughout our lives. I promise you that.”
“Yes. I want that.”
“And my cock wants you, and wants to make you come over and over and over again…make your mind and body find places you’ve never even dreamed of. This cock will take you places beyond your wildest imagination, every time I take you which is going to be a whole damn lot.”
I moan and kiss him again, placing my hands on either side of his face.
As I feel his body press against mine I feel him pull the side of the bottom of my swimsuit to the side again and the tip of his dick slides through my fold, causing my back to straight up immediately as I slide off the angled edge and my feet find the floor.
My movement sends his cock so close to penetrating me, and me sliding right down his shaft, but instead his dick just slides through my folds, never entering me. The teasing is almost too much to take.
My clit aches for him as he bends at the knees, keeping that sawing motion, his shaft running back and forth through my lower lips as we kiss deeply.
Our faces fuck in lieu of the real thing, which is oh so close I can taste it…smell it, damn near feel it.
“Oh fuck,” he moans into my mouth. “I want inside you so damn bad, but not here. Not like this.”
He continues moving his hips slowly and I reach around and grab his ass, feeling his butt muscles flex as he slowly works his way forward and back.
I can feel my juices dripping down my legs, knowing I’m so close to climaxing again, but this time it’s his turn, or our turn together.
“Feel my balls,” he says. “Feel how they’re drawn up, ready to fill you with my seed?”
I reach for his balls and find practically nothing.
“Yeah, that’s right. They’re not there, at least not like they should be. They want to explode inside you, breed you, make a baby with you…our first of many.”
My hips start moving in time with his and his movements pick up speed as his hips move wildly.
He’s close.
I’m close.
“I want that. Fill me now. Fuck me with your big cock,” I say, but he brings one finger up to my lips silencing me as he grits his teeth and his eyes narrow.
“Not yet, but soon,” he says. “Soon.”
He thrusts harder, his body’s rocking movements only aided by the ocean as I feel one of his nine inches move across me.
“Fuck, I’m so close. Fuck,” he growls. “Come for me. I want to feel your come coat my cock,” he demands.
My breaths shorten and my pulse races.
“Come on my cock,” he repeats. “Come on me. Mark me, and then watch as I mark you, make you sticky with my seed.”
My breath catches and my body does as he demands as I empty onto him, my body spasming against the top of his rod as I coat him in my cream.
He grabs me tight and pulls me in, thrusting his hips twice more before pulling back and taking his dick in his hand as he pumps white stickiness all over my pussy, come shooting from his crown as spurts coat my pussy, my thighs and even my swimsuit.
And it doesn’t stop.
I watch as he marks every part of me until his cock coughs out the last of everything it has, covering my legs as his body spasms.
He looks at me with open eyes and an open mouth, resembling the same expression I have.
He grabs me and kisses me harder.
“Francisco!” my dad’s voice rings out as he pounds on the door. “Open up. Are you okay in there? It sounds like a fucking cannon’s going off in there.”
“Fuck,” he says softly. “We’re right over the top of his quarters.” Francisco says.
His eyes dart around the room and the idea that we’re going to get caught has my body trembling, bu
t not the right kind of trembling this time.
“Let me in!” he says as he continues to pound on the door.
Thank god I accidently hit the button that blocked the view through the side windows into the wheelhouse.
He points toward the floor and I see a small hatch.
“It’s his room. Get in and out fast and go to your room and lock the door,” he says.
He kisses me hard before bending down and opening the escape hatch.
He gives me his hand and helps me down.
My feet find the bed and I quickly make my way towards the door of my dad’s quarters, hearing the hatch I just came from lock.
There’s some commotion above me and then some laughter, which I use as cover to slide out of my dad’s room and into mine.
I lock my door and lie on my bed, flat on my back as I stare up at the ceiling, my breath still racing.
I bring my hand up to my chest and feel the stickiness of where Francisco claimed me.
Did he get it that high?
I bend my neck and look at my suit, then my legs.
His cream is drying now and I can see the color. It’s literally everywhere. I look like a Jackson Pollock drip painting, and just like his paintings which sell for up to one hundred and forty million dollars, Francisco’s turned me into a work of art.
Because it’s his seed, the most amazing man I’ve ever met. The man my dad is always talking about and saying how great he is.
And my dad is right, but if he only knew just how great he is for me.
How much he already means to me.
And now the question is how am I going to get out of this suit, get cleaned up, and save this suit for the duration of our trip…because this is my first work of art by Francisco.
First of many more to come.
And next time I don’t want his work of art on me…I want it in me.
CHAPTER 6
Francisco
Day four
We dock on what’s known as the Green Island unofficially, and officially as São Miguel.
It’s the largest of the nine islands of the Azores with lakes, rolling hills, mountains, and green plains that look like the entire place was dreamt up by J. R. R. Tolkien.
And the last three nights my dreams have been of one thing only.
Her.
I’d easily convinced her dad that the windows were closed in the wheelhouse due to the sun coming in from that angle, and then that I’d fallen asleep. I didn’t explain the noise he’d heard, but he didn’t press it any further.
What had been pressing further the last couple of days on the boat was my cock in my damn trunks.
Fuck, I was so hard for her and every time she came out on the deck in a swimsuit that wasn’t the one I marked I knew why…she was saving it as a memento.
Good.
And this morning was also about making memories, and also stretching my legs so hopefully blood would go somewhere other than my cock for a change.
We take the quick hike over to the Boca do Inferno viewpoint and damn is it stunning. There’s a volcanic crater, a lake-filled caldera, lava domes, pumice deposits, and so much green and blue. Living in cities is convenient, but damn, this is what life’s all about.
If I had my way I’d just leave the boat in the harbor and we could get a nice place overlooking the sea here and I would claim her for good, the right way, the romantic way like she deserves.
There are quite a few other people lining up for pictures so we wait our turn, which isn’t so bad. I could take in this view all day, although it can’t hold a candle to her beauty.
Out of the corner of my eye I spot some backpacker kid who’s taking pictures like everyone else…no big deal, but what is a big deal is he’s taking quick, weaselly looks at my woman.
What the fuck?
I put my eyes right on him and watch as he quickly turns and takes a shot of her, without her knowing or her permission, as if he’s just shooting the scenery.
Hell no.
I march over to him, ready to come unglued as I snatch the camera right out of his hands, jerking it so hard the hipster strap he’s got it attached to around his neck snaps.
“Hey!” he says in a voice that tells me right away I’m dealing with a pussy, just like I thought. “What do you think you’re doing?”
A few of the other tourists look at me, but I don’t care.
I hit the eject button on his camera and take the memory card out.
“Those are my holiday photos. Police!” he yells like a complete idiot.
With the memory card in my palm I stare him down, squeezing it so hard I crush it right in my grasp.
He takes a few steps back as he watches the display of my rage.
I scroll through the menus making sure he doesn’t have one of those cameras that backs everything up internally, or that this is a dual flash card camera.
No way I’m letting him get out of here with pictures of my woman.
“What’s wrong, Francisco?” Frank says.
“He was taking pictures of your daughter,” I say, biting my lip. What I really want to say is, “He was taking pictures of my woman,” but that’s only going to make matters worse.
Frank shoots the guy a look, but then kind of resigns himself to this being a tourist spot. “Who cares. She’s not naked and this is a public place where people take pictures. It’s not like she’s naked or anything.”
“I care,” I growl. “And if you saw the way he was looking at her there’s no telling what his sick imagination can dream up.”
Once I confirm that the only pictures were the ones on the memory card which is now in a million pieces inside my pants pocket I march over to the kid and jam the camera into his chest, knocking him back.
“Don’t point that thing at people who don’t give you permission. You understand?”
He nods nervously.
“Say it!” I growl, wanting to make this kid pay even more than the lost pictures and embarrassment that he’s experiencing now. Who knows how many other women he took pictures of on his holiday so far.
“I won’t. I’m sorry.”
“Not to me. To her.”
His eyes move from the dirt over to Fiona.
“It’s okay,” she says, trying to defuse the situation.
“Say it,” rumbles from my chest echoing throughout the valley.
“I’m sorry I took a picture of you. I’ll never do it again.”
“Now get out of here before I get mad,” I say.
He runs back down the trail and jumps on some rented scooter and takes off.
Figures.
“Damn man. You okay? That’s the second time you flipped this trip,” Frank says.
“That’s just me being nice,” I say. I look down at the camera in Frank’s hands. “Now how ‘bout a picture of us.”
I move over towards Fiona, wrapping my arm around her, feeling my dick harden instantly, not even caring if it’s in the picture like this or not.
If anything it will serve as proof when the time comes to tell Frank how I feel about his daughter, about how it happened so fast and so naturally and it was beyond my control.
To help him understand there was nothing I could do to control it and that I have to have her…always.
And that time will come. It’s not a matter of if, but of when.
The real question is am I going to come first, inside her, and start a family with her?
I should hold off until this trip is over and we’re safely on dry land in the port. I’m not sure if I can wait that long…to tell him the truth about exactly what’s happened and how things are from here on out.
His daughter belongs to me now.
CHAPTER 7
Fiona
Day eight
Day five we left São Miguel Island in the morning, enjoying the equivalent of a cetacean safari as we made our way to a nearby island called Horta, Ilha do Faial Colours. We watched as schools of dolphins followed our boat
and whales jumped around it. Francisco said there are twenty-two different whales and dolphins in these waters, which is one third of all known species.
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