by Vivien Vale
Daniel’s hands smooth up my thighs. His touch is practically orgasmic. There’s nothing quite like feeling a pair of strong, handsome hands on your skin.
It’s been too long since I’ve known a touch like his—or maybe, his touch is just unlike any other I’ve ever felt.
His fingers hook beneath the waistband of my panties, sliding them downward. He doesn’t break eye contact with me the entire time he does it. It’s like he’s intent on making sure that he doesn’t push me to far…or maybe he’s challenging me to try and stop him.
Stopping him is the last thing I want. I slide down on my chair, and lift my ass up for him so he can slip my panties off of me.
The black lace glides down my thighs with ease. Removing them releases my scent. I’m so fucking wet for Daniel, the perfume of my soaked pussy hangs around us for a moment before the next gust of wind washes it away.
While it does, Daniel closes his eyes and inhales through his nose. Like a man smelling the bouquet of a fine wine.
I sip my white and let the flavor explode on my tongue, while Daniel follows his nose to what I can tell his body really wants right now: a taste.
His tongue slips between my smooth-shaven pussy lips with wanting. They’re slick for him. Dripping with my warm honey and just begging to be licked.
He laps at my cunt like the waves on the shore. Daniel drinks from me, like my pussy is a goblet, and he’s a man dying for a drink.
On the beach, every wave comes in harder than the last.
Between my thighs, Daniel’s tongue moves in the same way. He’s building, and building, and building to something, and the something is inside me.
In my cunt. In my womb. Growing and growing with increased intensity.
Daniel sucks and licks my clit like he’s in love with the taste.
Any moment now, his tongue is going to make the wave that’s mounting inside of me crash through my body, finally breaking against my skin.
Have you ever been out on the ocean? Not some silly lakeside beach, but the real ocean. Huge and vast, powerful and wide.
The ocean that tempted our ancient ancestors to build boats and sail beyond its blue horizons. The same ocean that inspired fearful tales of its watery depths.
The same ocean that broke the very boats its mysteries inspired.
When you move out far enough into the ocean, you learn to jump with the waves. They carry your body upward, up to giddy heights, and lower you back down only to take you higher still.
But then it happens: a wave moves towards you, and you know it will break before it gets to your body.
You’re faced with two choices: freeze up and let it crash down on you, sucking you under and sending your spinning, or you can dive beneath it and marvel in its power.
I feel the orgasm coming, and I choose to dive deep.
It crashes against my body anyway.
I feel the wine slosh in my glass as it hits me. My pussy undulates as Daniel wraps his arms beneath my thighs and holds onto my waist. My hips thrash against his mouth, bucking upwards.
I’m not sure if I’m trying to shake him or trying to shove my clit even harder against his face.
But Daniel is a hard man to shake, and by the time the orgasm washes back out to sea, I’m left trembling. Shivering with pleasure.
Shipwrecked against his shores and desperate for something—not just another orgasm from his mouth, but something more.
“I need you,” I pant. My voice sounds all breathy and high, like I’ve just swam the whole of the Atlantic in a single night. “I need you, Daniel. I need you.”
This isn’t like me. I’m usually satisfied after one! I’m not a greedy woman, and I’ve never been this fucking demanding of a man.
But judging by the way Daniel is smiling up at me, his lips laying a final kiss on my cunt, I know.
This isn’t like me, and Daniel has orchestrated it that way. The openness. The waves.
The aphrodisiacs, the setting sun, and an orgasm that hits me so hard, it knocks me free of my rational mind into a place where I’ll do anything he asks as long as it means feeling that kind of rapture again.
“Sip your wine,” he orders with an amused twitch of his brow.
My hand is shaking as Daniel slips a condom out of his pocket, and I bring the glass back up to my lips.
Chapter 9
Daniel
I’ve got her right where I want her.
We’re both going to fucking remember this night. As Rose sets her wine glass back down on the table, I can see her hand shaking. It makes little ripples on the surface of the white.
She has beautiful hands, I realize: long, slender fingers.
Gorgeously shaped palms. Delicate little wrists.
As I unbuckle my belt, I know exactly where I want those hands: wrapped around my cock, stroking it like her life depends on it.
“Knees,” I instruct her.
I can see the hunger in her eyes as she obeys. I pull my shirt over my head while she stares up at me, blinking, waiting for her next order.
I don’t think so, Rose. She knows what she wants.
“Go on, then,” I tell her, smirking. “I think you know what to do.”
There’s only a moment of hesitation—but when push comes to shove, this woman wants me too damn bad. A dark glint sparkles up at me in those enchanting cinnamon eyes of hers—
And then she’s tearing at the button of my slacks, doing everything in her power to take what she wants from me as quickly as she can.
“Good girl,” I growl as she works my cock out of my boxers.
As she holds it in her fists, Rose fucking gasps.
God, I fucking love it when they gasp.
Women have been fawning over my cock since I was old enough for my first fuck, but seeing it happen never gets old. It’s a point of pride, really—having a cock as big as mine, as thick as mine, and as able to please a woman as my cock always is.
As far as the female orgasm goes, it has a 100% success rate. Something about the way it’s curved, if I had to guess. It presses right up against the G-spot in just the right way…
Little does Rose know, it can go all fucking night if I want it to, as well.
I don’t have to instruct her anymore. As soon as the look of surprise vanishes from her beautiful face, it’s replaced by another look I know all too well on a woman: desire.
Rose is desperate to get my cock in her mouth. It’s triggered some kind of animal response in her brain that tells her exactly what she needs to do next.
She needs to smell me. Taste me on her tongue. Suck me until she’s sure that when it comes to filling her wanton little womb with children, I’m the best man for the job.
Damn fucking right I am. She can fucking bet on that.
Rose can be shy sometimes, I know. She can be mild-mannered and polite and sweet. That makes it even fucking hotter when she starts licking and sucking my cock like a fucking whore.
I love watching a woman go completely cock-crazed over my dick. I know it must have something to do with how fucking well-shaped it is. Perfect color, perfect thickness, perfect size.
My cock has a huge fucking head on it that fills Rose’s mouth to the brim—and that’s just the head. I can feel her flicking her slutty little tongue against the underside, lapping up my pre-cum with desperation.
“Good girl,” I tell her, stroking her hair.
Rose moans up at me happily—and then, a deeper, darker moan comes from her throat as I grab her hair in my fist and start easing my dick deeper inside.
Her lips are slick with her saliva, and the back of her mouth is fucking warm. Rose has the kind of mouth that you never want to take your cock back out of—but the way she’s licking me, I have to pull out, or else she’s going to make me explode then and there.
When I withdraw my cock from her mouth, she whimpers with longing.
“Shhh,” I soothe, petting her hair again. “Don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”
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br /> With the next thrust, the tip of my cock presses against the back of her throat…and I’m not even halfway in. I can see her eyes beginning to water as she struggles to accommodate me. It makes her mascara dribble down her perfect cheekbones as her eyes well up with tears.
I let them form. She’s going to look fucking beautiful by the time I’m done with her—more beautiful than ever, in fact.
There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman who’s been freshly fucked. Even if we’re not making a baby together tonight, I know that when it does happen…it’s going to be fucking worth it, just to see my cum leaking out of her tight, wet cunt.
The taste of Rose is still on my lips as I fuck her mouth. She’s moaning and whimpering for me while I do it, too—she fucking loves being used. I lick my lips, reveling in the taste of her honey.
She got so fucking wet when I was licking her cunt, making her come to the sound of the crashing waves…
She must have either completely forgotten that we were out in the open where anyone could come along and see, or she realized that she was as turned on by the idea of it as I am.
Couples as gorgeous together as Rose and I are don’t fuck in public every day, you know. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a public fucking service. Free porn.
It gets me even fucking harder, the thought that someone could be watching us right now. Letting us show them how it’s done.
“Christ, Rose,” I swear, pulling my cock out of her mouth. She was sucked down on me so tight, and my cock is so fucking thick, that when I remove it from her sweet fucking sugar lips it makes an audible POP! “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”
Rose considers it for a moment. I can see the wheels turning in her slutty little brain.
“You didn’t bring that condom for nothing,” she finally says, a sly little smile playing on her lips. “I want to feel you in my pussy, Daniel.”
“And you don’t care who sees?”
Rose grabs onto my hips and pulls herself to her feet. The moonlight twines its fingers between the waves of her hair and bathes her tits in its glow.
“Let them see,” she says.
I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman more in my entire goddamn life.
But as Rose pops herself up on the table, pushing aside wine glasses and dinner plates, I can’t help but realize…this is a lot more than just a fuck.
When I claim her mouth, I’m not just thinking about how I want to get my dick inside her. I’m thinking about how I can kiss her to make sure that she never remembers the feel of another man on her lips.
When I squeeze her tits, I’m not just thinking about how fucking hot they are. I’m thinking that these are the breasts that are going to feed my child and how fucking bad I want to worship them.
And finally, when I nestle my cock between the hot, slick lips of Rose’s immaculate pussy…I’m not just thinking about getting my dick wet.
I want to make her feel me—really feel me. Not just inside her cunt, but all over her perfect fucking body. I want her to feel me in every cell—ever petal—every thorn.
“Condom,” Rose gasps as I tease the head of my cock at her entrance.
“Fuck,” I swear, feeling the condom still between my fingers.
How the fuck did I almost forget?
I never fucking forget.
Shaking my head, I try to clear my thoughts. I’m getting drunk on this woman—drunker than any wine has ever made me.
I get the condom rolled onto my cock in record time.
If I don’t fuck Rose now—fucking immediately—I’m going to go insane.
I take her in a single thrust. Hard and deep…but slow and exacting at the same time. I make her feel every fucking inch of me—and that’s a lot of inches to feel. Her cunt is so fucking hot wrapped around my dick that I find myself driven by some force beyond rhyme or reason.
The fact that there’s only a thin layer of silicone between my cum-slinger and Rose’s slutty, fertile womb only makes me fuck her harder.
Fuck, I’m never fucking like this. There’s just something about Rose—something that I don’t have the words to explain. Her scent, or the shape of her body, or maybe just the way she moans so sweetly in my ear when my cock makes her come…
“Daniel!” she cries out, grabbing my hair in her fists and holding onto me like she’s being swept out to sea. “Daniel! DANIEL!”
“Fuck—Rose!” I moan back in ecstasy.
My balls release as they slap against her pale, smooth skin. I can feel my cock pumping my cum into her—the way it pools around my tip as it fills the condom so full, for a moment I think it might burst.
It holds—thank god.
Tonight, if I’ve learned anything, it’s that Rose is the one I want to get pregnant. It has to be her—no one else will do.
Rose is going to be the mother of my children.
Rose’s cunt is the cunt I’m going to pump full of my babies.
…I just don’t know yet if Rose is sure.
“That was…amazing,” Rose giggles while I rain kisses down on her neck.
When I pull away, she looks pleased enough.
Just as I suspected—she looks beautiful when she’s been well-fucked. Sparkling eyes, flushed skin, ruined make-up, and epic sex-hair—that’s what my Rose looks like when she’s in bloom.
“Thought you might like it,” I say, grinning back at her.
“Excuse me, young man!”
There’s an elderly male voice calling out behind us, and suddenly, my stomach turns. My cock is still inside Rose—and now there’s some old pervert out here, staring at her?
Fuck’s sake. A second ago, I was getting off on the idea that anyone could be watching us. Now, I feel so fucking possessive of Rose that I never want another man to look at her ever again.
I do my best to cover her up with my body before I turn my head.
Standing behind us, just beyond the gauzy curtains of the cabana, is an elderly couple. The woman is clinging to the man’s arm wistfully, smiling up at him in the moonlight. I watch as the man pulls her a little closer to him, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“Can I help you folks?” I ask. Rose’s legs are still wrapped around my waist. When I look down at her, she’s giggling—and when she giggles, her pussy clenches even harder around my cock.
Fuck.
“We were just wondering if you folks knew if there was a drugstore open anywhere nearby,” the man calls out to us. If he knows what Rose and I are up to, he doesn’t make any indication of it. “The missus and I are looking to purchase, um…”
“Condoms!” the woman calls out. “As big of a box as we can find!”
I look down at Rose, doing my fucking best not to laugh.
She’s biting down on her lower lip, trying to avoid the same.
“Just up the road and to your left,” I call back to them. My cock throbs in Rose’s cunt—even with an audience, I’m getting hard all over again. “There’s a 24-hour place lit up like a Christmas tree—can’t miss it.”
“Oh, thank you, dearies!” the woman calls out. I can hear her chattering to her husband as they wander off: “I hope you packed your heart pills tonight, hot stuff! The things I’m gonna do to you tonight…you’re gonna need ‘em!”
Once they’re out of earshot, Rose and I dissolve into laughter.
She’s got a gorgeous fucking laugh. I could listen to it for a lifetime.
But I know I’ll turn those sweet little giggles into moaning again soon enough.
Chapter 10
Rose
“Shit,” I swear, looking at myself in Daniel’s rear view mirror. “I’m a hot mess.”
“Emphasis on hot, I think,” Daniel says as he puts the car into park.
He’s driven us back from the beach just in time to meet my self-imposed curfew—10 p.m. on the dot. I could’ve spent all night with him just talking and listening to the ocean…which is exactly why I was so insistent on getting home early.
Not to mention the fact that, so far, talking with Daniel always seems to become something more than just having a chat.
I have to hand it to him, though. When Daniel fucks a woman, he does a damn fine job of it.
The messy state of my appearance right now serves as proof.
My mascara is smudged around my eyes so badly that I look like a sexy raccoon. My hair is in a bit of a rat’s nest, which has given it a whole new world of volume.
The lipstick I wore when I left the house has all either been kissed off, fucked off, or smeared across my cheek. And the halter top of my little black dress has been hastily retied all lopsided and fucky.
When I left for my date with Daniel, I smelled like nice perfume and anticipation. Now, I smell like sex and the ocean, mixed with a little white wine.
“Here,” Daniel says as he watches me try and smear my mascara into a slightly more refined smudge. “Let me.”
He turns my face to him and I’m able to just enjoy the look of him as he fixes my makeup with a handkerchief from his pocket, and, failing that, the pad of his thumb. I didn’t even know men still carried handkerchiefs—but I guess I don’t know that many billionaires, truth be told.
Up close like this, when he’s not smirking, or covering me with kisses, or trying to fuck me, I can finally appreciate how fucking handsome Daniel really is.
He has a long, straight nose that makes his face look masculine and refined, a chiseled jawline, and the dreamiest eyes.
It’s the face of a man who I would, all things considered, be totally okay with mixing my genes up with. And considering how tonight went…I’d say doing exactly that is right on schedule.
God, he can’t even fix my makeup without me thinking about getting pregnant with his child. If I wasn’t already flushed from all the fucking, I’d have the decency to blush.
“There,” he says, smearing the last bit of errant lipstick away from the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Picture perfect.”
I do a quick check in the mirror again and realize that he’s right.
I mean, I still look pretty well-fucked, but at least I don’t look like I’m doing a bad impromptu audition for the role of Harley Quinn.
