by Candy Quinn
I feel his cock swelling up inside me, and his pounding becomes faster, harder, more irregular, and just as I feel his balls tightening and watch that gorgeous head tilt back, he pulls his cock out of me, and without even thinking, without the first impulse besides pure, primal instinct comes to me, I lean forward and wrap my lips around his purple crown, tasting my honey on it just before his seed shoots out into my mouth and hits the back of my throat as he lets out a deep, satisfied groan.
Shot after shot empties out into me, and I wash my tongue over his cock, savoring the taste of him, feeling each pulse and twitch of his cock as tension washes from him.
I did that, something congratulates me in my mind, the same voice that made me throw my tongue on his cock. I swallow his seed, the taste so fucking delicious on my tongue.
I couldn’t stand the thought of him coming outside my body, I realize, and it sends a shiver up my spine. I crack my eyes open and look up at him when he finally pulls out of me, and there’s that cocky grin on his face again as his massive chest rises and falls.
“Welcome to our little slice of paradise, Miss Grad Student,” he says in a husk.
My cheeks suddenly burn. What the fuck did I just do?! I came in here to fight this guy, and here I am, the taste of his come on my lips—and fuck, is he sweet.
I stand up suddenly, running my hand through my hair and looking at him with wide eyes. “I...I have to…” I say, my mind a blur as I look around me, a haze of post-orgasmic lust. He tilts his head with a smile that tells me he knows what I’m thinking, but he does nothing to stop me as I pull my shorts up, clasp my bra, and hurry out the tent, making a beeline for my trailer as fast as my legs can carry me.
I just got fucked by the man who’s going to endanger this entire research project!
4
I stare at the red mark on my neck Will gave me. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
But the word is hollow. I should be embarrassed about it and put makeup over it, with a polo shirt. But I keep looking at it because every time I think about Will claiming me like he did yesterday, I feel myself getting warm all over again.
What happened yesterday? I’m a Master’s student here on important work, but that guy...he had me drinking in his cum within a few minutes of my being in front of him.
Okay, maybe I can rationalize it away. He’s hot, and I hadn’t had any action before him. Who could resist him? But I know there’s something more to it just under my skin that I have to push down, even as I feel my desire burning again.
It’s early in the morning, and the workers are at it again. As long as they’re there, I can’t get any work done, and I may as well be taking a vacation out here. So after a quick word with the workers and a short cab drive, I’m pulling up to the local government building.
To my confusion, I was told that Will Delaney has a temporary office here, and that he’s working closely with this tiny country’s president. Fucking venture capitalists exploiting the locals as usual, I figure. But I storm into the building undaunted, ready to give him a piece of my mind.
“Will Delaney,” I snap at the secretary as I storm in, knowing his name will get some attention. “I need to see him. Tell him Harper is here.”
The secretary blinks at me in surprise, but at my name, she raises her eyebrows and nods, and a few moments later, I’m walking towards his office on the top floor of the building. It’s a sleek entryway, marble floors and fine mahogany doors. There are statues of past presidents nearby, and I can’t imagine how much clout Will must have to command such a presence with the officials here.
I push the door open to see the back of a large leather armchair facing a window that looks out over the front of the building, and I can see Will’s towering frame behind it, looking down at the scenery of the island. Bastard probably watched me pull up.
“Will!” I shout, storming forward, but he doesn’t turn to face me. He just laughs that same, deep, amused laugh
“You look lovely today, Harper,” he says, and I notice the camera feed on his desktop, and I clench my fists. I made an effort to look professional today, wearing a white pencil skirt and blazer and a bright red blouse, fiercer and more pronounced than yesterday’s. My hair is down this time, and I’m wearing a light layer of makeup to accentuate my eyes and lips, which is about as much as I ever wear. “Did you just want to make yourself look good for me? You’ve done a good job. I really should reward the effort.”
My jaw sets, but his words are having an effect on me, and I look down at myself, doubt already creeping in. Did something in my subconscious spur me to get this dolled up for him? I thought it looked professional, but as I look down at the heels I was wearing when I met him, damn it, I’m sexy.
“That’s not why I’m here, Will,” I say firmly, stepping forward to the desk. “I’m here because I want to have a serious conversation.”
“I’ve heard your concerns,” he says, waving dismissively in a way that makes color rise to my cheeks. “But my point stands. I can’t let some student’s pet project get in the way of my work.”
“What are you doing?” I ask, not budging, but his firmness sends a warmness through me, the cool command with which he carries himself. I feel like a child asking her father for a favor in front of him like this.
For the first time, he turns around in his chair and stands up, slowly walking around the table as he locks eyes with me, speaking slowly. “Delaney Enterprises is a non-profit. We’re here on request. The locals have spent years raising funds for the project going on outside your trailer — a clean water system running from a nearby spring to the poorest parts of town. They provide the planning and the labor, we provide the machinery.”
My jaw drops, and I feel punched in the gut.
“Your work might be disrupted by the project,” he says, stepping up to me, looming, “but countless lives will be improved by what I’m doing here. I will not budge. No matter how much your presence awakens something...unexpected within me,” he adds, his voice getting lower as he wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me in, and I don’t even try to put up a fight as I look up at him.
This is the one thing I didn’t come here to do. I can’t let this happen...can I? But there’s something about him that I can’t seem to resist, and then an idea comes to me that my instincts and my judgement finally come to an agreement on. It’s a long shot...but it might be my only chance of meeting this god among men halfway, because I’m not about to fight a charity like this.
“I didn’t realize…” I start, but then I raise a hand, laying it on his chest softly. “I’m sorry. I thought you were something very different.”
He smiles, a rumble in his chest as he leans in. “Don’t be so quick to think I’m all sunshine just yet, Harper.”
I swallow before I manage to speak again. “I know. That’s why I have a proposal.” I can’t believe what I’m about to say, something utterly primal awakened in me because of this superior man. “Let’s work together.”
He laughs, and my heart sinks. “Work together? Oh, girl, I enjoy you more than anyone I’ve had before, but don’t think you can start making demands.”
“Not demands,” I say quickly, pressing my hips up against his, and I feel the warmth in his stiffening cock. “Work with me to keep your project eco-friendly — help the locals while keeping the ecosystem intact.”
“That’s a lot of resources, girl,” he says, his voice with a threatening edge to it. I shiver, excitement running through me. He could break me so easily.
“I’m here for a year,” I whisper, barely a breath. “If you help me...I’ll be yours for all that time.”
He raises an eyebrow, his face unreadable, and for a moment I think I’ve overstepped my boundaries. My breath quickens, but the next moment, he grabs my ass and pulls me into a kiss, his tongue penetrating deep into my mouth, and my instincts roar in triumph as my hands go up his sides, feeling those rock-hard abs and his body heat, his masculine musk even stronger to
day.
“You’re bold, girl,” he growls into my ear, “now let’s see how willing you are to back up that claim. Strip. Now.”
He steps back and sits on his desk and watches as I instinctively kick my shoes off. I have to obey him. Something about those brown eyes locked with my blue ones spurs me on. My shoulders shrug off the useless blazer, tossing it aside as I step forward, unbuttoning my blouse slowly as I breathe heavily. Everything in me wants to rip it off, but I want to give Will a show. I must. The blouse comes off, and next, I work my skirt down my legs, stepping out and showing off the long limbs I’ve been so self-conscious about, but Will drinks me in at every second, his stiffening bulge in his pants proving how much I turn him on. It’s exhilarating!
I step forward, hands going to my bra, but he steps forward after removing his own shoes, and in one swift motion, his shirt is off, and my breath catches in my throat as I see just how defined those muscles are. If anything, his shirt made him look smaller than he really is. No wonder he can hold me up so easily!
He steps forward and rips the bra off me, and before I can stop him, he tears the fabric of my panties, tossing them aside. “If you’re going to be mine,” he growls, “you won’t need those.”
Hands as strong as iron grip me by the ass and lift me up, his lips pressing into mine as he moves me over to the huge window in his office, glass running from ceiling to floor.
“What are you doing?!” I gasp, looking over my shoulder as he presses my naked back against it. “Anyone can see us!”
“Change of plans,” he says in a husk before kissing me deeply. “If you’re going to be mine, Harper Emerson...you’re mine forever. And I don’t care who sees.”
My heart nearly leaps out of my chest as I look at him. His monstrous cock is out again, and I know what he means. I know I should say no. I should get dressed and walk out, away from this irresistible British man... but I can’t deny the fact that I’m head-over-heels in love with him. I need him. I need his seed, his potent manhood deep inside me. And nothing’s going to stop that from happening.
“You want me to prove it?” I whisper back, caressing that rough stubble in a hand as my pussy wettens for him like it was made for him and him alone. “Deal. Fuck me, Will, I need your seed in me.”
Like a beast let off of its chain, Will lifts me up off my feet as I yelp, and without warning, he rams his cock into me, hard and fast, and I let out a moan of pleasure.
My pussy has wanted this ever since he left me last. Everything in me wants to just cut loose in this exotic, far-off world where there’s nobody but me and Will. I need him, and my hips push up into him and quivers with excitement.
Will holds me up like I weigh nothing as he starts pounding me, and he does not hold back. I feel the tip of his cock, his bulging crown so swollen and needy. I just want to be the perfect receiver for his seed, and the fact that his cock responds so hungrily gives me such purpose, such satisfaction! The bottom of his crown flares out just so, running against every inch of my depths and giving me unspeakable pleasure.
I’m so slick with honey that I can hear him bucking into me, and his heavy panting at my ear fills me with fire. “Will,” I gasp out, “Will, oh god, Will!”
“Shame on you for covering up my mark,” he growls, and before I can respond, his mouth goes to my neck, licking away the makeup I used to cover it up, and then his mouth moves over to the other side of me, sucking hard and relentlessly again.
I cry out at the overwhelming sensation of his teeth at my neck, the sensitive flesh so willing and exposed. I can’t help but give everything over to this huge, powerful, virile man.
He marks me a second time, this time higher on my neck. I know I’m never going to wear a collar high enough to cover that. “Wear it, Harper,” he growls, “wear it as a mark of pride. You want to be mine? You’ll look the part.”
“Yes, Will!” I cry out, “I’m yours — take all of me!”
His cock swells at my obedience, and I try desperately to push my hips further, to take in more of him, but I realize that all of my body is under his control. He feels my motion and brings me in closer, but I’m a fuck-toy to him, a doll in his hands to manipulate as he pleases.
The window doesn’t shake as he pounds me against it, but my ass is pressed against it, and I feel the sunlight from the other side showing off my whole body.
“I want everyone to see, Harper,” he growls. “You’re the rarest beauty I’ve ever come across, girl, and I’m going to make you mine and mine alone. And everyone will know it.” At that, my cunt tightens, my whole body arching up like a breaking wave to his approval, to his desire, and as he bucks harder and deeper than ever before, striking my g-spot he so expertly found the moment he met me, I cry out as my orgasm crashes, wave breaking on the ivory shores of this beautiful island.
“I want everyone to know, Will,” I gasp as electricity ripples through me. “I want you to take me at the research site, in city hall, anywhere!”
“I’ll take you when I want, as often as I want,” he growls, his voice more a beast’s than a man’s as he pumps into me. Then, in a swift motion, he carries me to his desk, sweeping aside all the work before him and pulling out just long enough to put me on my knees on it.
Feeling him leave me is so saddening, and I push my ass up, presenting myself to him, confessing my need for him without any word but a moan of desire, a string of my honey and his precum between my lips and his swollen, shining cock.
For a moment, nothing else but his dick matters. My degree be damned! My body is his right now, and I want him to take every inch of it.
He grasps my ass and impales me again, and at this angle, the feeling is so overwhelming that my arms give out, and my face is pressed into the desk as he pounds, balls swinging heavily.
“I’m going to breed you, Harper,” he says in a commanding, firm tone, “you’ll have my children as my seed grows in you. I can smell how fertile you are — those firm fucking hips have been hungry for my cock from the moment you saw me. And I knew I’d plant it in you from that very second.”
“Give it to me!” I beg, whimper, clenching my pussy as tight as I can in an effort to take more of his cock into me. He pounds fiercely, and I feel his balls start to tighten, my own stomach doing the same as I get ready.
His cock arches up as he spills past the moment of no return, and as it hits my g-spot, I let out a sharp, long, fulfilled cry as he sends me spiralling into orgasm with a hot shot of his come, pearly, virile seed spilling into my womb, my fertile and hungry pussy getting utterly plastered with his masculine seed as he keeps pounding, a guttural growl in his chest as he releases himself into me.
So, so much of it comes out as I clench, milking as much as I can. Finally, the tide ends, but I hear him growl, “Don’t worry, darling.” He stays in me as he lifts me up, sitting back on his chair and stroking my hair as I sit there on his stiff cock, a mess of emotion and pleasure, fucked silly as he whispers in my ear.
“With a year in front of us, there will be much, much more where that came from.”
5
Three years later, I’m still looking back fondly on the first meeting with the man of my dreams. It was such a storm, such a rush, but I needed it in a way I never could have known. The rest of the year passed in absolute bliss. And the best part? That storm of excitement hasn’t ended.
I go by Harper Delaney now, after the wedding outside London where I was already starting to show my first child. Our son is two now, and his two younger siblings are growing up almost as fast as he is. And still, every single night with Will is a new, unexpected bliss. He takes me hard, fast, and strong while we work together on non-profit charities around the world.
I’m sporting a Master’s degree now, and my research broke ground that will have people visiting the island for research purposes for decades to come. I may be happy to work from a home office now, remotely contacting the next bright students heading to the island for their own research an
d giving advice, but as my children scurry around me and my massive, strong husband wraps his arms around me, kissing the nape of my neck and feeling the fourth child I have starting to swell in my belly, I can’t help but think.
Nobody in the world who goes to that island is going to have as good a time as I did.
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Afterword
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Zach couldn’t help but throb against her; that was nature and instinct acting of its own accord. Otherwise he was sweet and tender, stroking a hand over her back and along her shoulder. “I tried not to think about it back then,” he confessed, “but yeah, I think so.”
His lips kissed softly beneath her ear, “I just wanted more time with you... always. From the moment I first desired women, it was you I wanted to be around, sis.” They swayed and stepped back and forth upon the sand with their nuzzling and touches, “This time together was just a blessing... space to let me come to terms with how I felt for you.”
“I always noticed. I mean since getting here,” she whispered. “I just figured that couldn’t be helped. That it was just ‘cause you were a boy and I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she paused and swallowed, and her voice was so quiet it was barely audible over the birds and the waves that sang and crashed around them, “I didn’t want to hope.”
