His cock barely fits, yet feels so good against my tongue, tastes so good, I could literally just suck him off for hours. And I start to do just that, bobbing up and down, licking, nipping, feeling his racing heartbeat with my tongue.
But he takes over before long, grabs the back of my head and starts forcing more and more of his cock down my throat, making me gag on each thrust. Tears soon start running down my face, but that's a physical reaction, because all of my mind is focused on accommodating his cock down my throat as best I can, because I want to. I've never been taken with this kind of animal passion, didn't know it was possible, but damn did I miss it, and I want more, want it harder. This is how sex should be. Hard and wild and passionate. My pussy is twitching and yearning for what my throat is getting.
As though he heard my thought, he pulls out and lifts me to my feet. And before I know it, I'm bent over the bed, my panties around my ankles, his cock demanding entrance into my pussy, which is much too tight for it.
I whimper as the head of his cock slides into me, come up on my toes as he forces more of it inside. I've never been this full, never stretched open so completely and more is coming. I want it and I fear it at the same time.
He pulls out a little then thrusts back in deeper, does it again and again, making me shriek each time. He's showing my pussy the same wild passion he used on my mouth, only there are less barriers now, and before I know it, I feel his cock somewhere near my throat again. I want it harder, want it all, because all my inhibitions and doubts, fears and regrets, are getting blown away by this hurricane of pleasure he's stirring up inside me. There’s so much pleasure there’s almost too much, but his strong hands are gripping my hips, not letting me escape the onslaught. I'm on my toes, my legs shaking, my hands gripping the sheets on his bed, my nails scratching against the wooden walls, searching for something, anything, to hold on to, to keep me grounded as his cock hits all the right spots inside me and then some.
He picks up the pace, his thrusts now wild and deep, fast and hard, vicious. Amid my screeches and screams, I forget how to breathe for a few moments. He doesn't slow his thrusts as my pussy clenches around his cock and I come so hard the darkness of my vision is filled with synapses firing in bright, burning colors. My whole being, every last fiber and nerve ending, is coming back to life. I'm coming back to life. The intense pleasure filling me is just short of outright agony, and it keeps building as his jabs get even wilder and faster. He's pulling my hair back now, one hand still gripping my hip, forcing my body into the perfect position to give himself release too.
I don't even try to resist anymore, just give my body to him, to his thrusting cock, his need—our need—to take me like the animals we both are, as he gives me orgasm after blinding, searing, mind-bending orgasm of the kind I didn't even know were possible.
My pussy is still throbbing, still feels full of his cock, when I wake up in his arms on the narrow bed with no idea how we got there.
"You like it rough, don't you?" he asks softly, his hand tracing a path from my nipples, down to my pulsing, well used pussy and back up.
"I've never had it like that," I admit, smiling at him as my hand slides down to his cock, which is still half hard.
I want it all the way hard, and I want him to fill me again. Although I'm not sure if I can take it.
"That was what you wanted, right?" he asks, and I'm not sure, if he wants me to tell him I lied last night, or whether he thinks he forced me tonight.
"Yes. I just wasn't sure until you showed me," I whisper since that sort of answers both his questions at the same time.
He kisses me, the gentleness so at odds with the wild, rough way he took me before it sends my mind spinning into a soft, impenetrable fog. But that's OK. I don't have to think. I just have to enjoy this. The way I would back before surrendering to passion and pleasure took absolutely everything from me. And I can let myself enjoy it, because Rider is here to help me rebuild it all.
CHAPTER 6
CHLOE
By the next evening, the large hole we've been digging is pretty much done. The sky over the jungle is bright purple with the setting sun, and Rider and me are the only ones left at the dig site. Ed kept giving us dirty looks all day, since Rider couldn't keep his hands or his lips off me. He didn't say anything, but left as soon as Olivia brought the kids, and hasn't been back since. He's probably not happy that I hooked up with Rider right after rejecting him, but I don't owe him anything, not even an explanation. Though I might offer that, if he asks.
I'm leaning on my shovel, looking over what we've already done. "Tomorrow we start on the ditches, right? I want to get as much as we can done before the next rain."
Rider comes over and grabs hold of me from behind. "Yeah, the ditches tomorrow. And I'm not worried about the rain, there's no clouds anywhere."
I drop the shovel and lean back into him, hold onto his strong arms as I let him support most of my weight. It's so easy to let go with him. Let go of everything, even standing on my own. Somehow, I'm sure he'll always support me, which is crazy, but it's what I feel, and it's been a long time, since I’ve felt this light and carefree, or let myself surrender to my feelings. I missed it. "I hope so. Though I don't know how much more digging I got in me."
"You'll get stronger," he whispers into my ear, then kisses my neck, his hand sliding under my shirt, squeezing my breast before he pinches my nipple. His other hand slides into my shorts, is fingers finding my clit just as he bites my neck. I moan, lean my head back and offer him my lips.
I'm sticky and sweaty and covered in dirt, but I feel sexier and more desirable than I ever had. And I want him inside me so bad my legs are shaking. I've never wanted a man as much as I desire Rider. And it's not just because he's hunky and tall, and I've gone without sex for years. But that's not what I'm thinking about. I'm not thinking about anything much, just riding this wave of desire that makes me feel alive again in ways I haven't been in years. I actually don't remember ever feeling as alive as I do with Rider.
"Someone will see us," I moan as he starts rubbing my clit faster, his hard cock jabbing me in the lower back.
"You're right, let's go into the jungle," he says and releases me so fast and so completely I stumble. But he lifts me into his arms like a bride before there's any chance of me falling.
I can't believe he has enough strength left to carry me anywhere after a full day of digging, let alone all the way into the trees fifty yards from the dig site.
"You're not too tired from the digging, I see," I say as he sets me down under an ancient palm tree.
He shakes his head, his eyes glazed over with desire, and his lips curled up into a tiny, inviting smile. "Working hard makes me horny as hell. Seeing you work just as hard makes it even worse. Take off your clothes for me."
He's already undoing his belt, and the hard mass of his cock is unmistakable even under the thick fabric of his jeans. I want it so much my pussy is clenching on its own now in anticipation. But we're still so close to the field…
"Go on," he says. "Don't make me rip them off you."
I don't know if he's serious or not, but the threat is so tantalizing I consider making him carry it out. But then I'd have nothing to wear back to camp.
So I do as he says, removing my shirt first and then my shorts, my bra and my panties last, until I'm standing in front of him completely naked, my whole body shivering under his hungry, predatory stare.
He unzips his jeans, lets them fall along with is boxers and steps out of them. We're both naked now. Like two of the first people, back at the dawn of time, before things were as complicated as they are now.
"You're my little jungle princess, aren't you?" he says.
I nod and bite my lip, have a hard time not staring at his cock. It's so big, I can't believe it was inside me last night. Thank God it was dark, else I'd never have let him fuck me with it.
He charges forward, and lifts me up again, from the front this time, his hard kiss taking my breath. I don't real
ize what his full plan is until his strong hands are gripping the backs of my thighs almost painfully, and the fat head of his cock starts pressing into my pussy. My legs are spread wide around his waist, his arms on my thighs and mine around his neck the only things holding me up. He has me right where he wants me, and there's not a damn thing I can do to prevent him from impaling me on his massive cock. Not that I want to stop it.
I gasp as he lowers me onto his cock, going slowly a first, but it's still enough for me to see stars in broad daylight. I've just managed to regain my breath, when he drops me down onto his cock, thrusting up as he does so, and making me scream. At least half of his massive girth is now buried inside me, and I'm seeing whole galaxies not just stars.
He starts thrusting into me, gravity helping him impale me deeper and deeper. I'm moaning and shrieking, trying not to scream again, because I mustn’t, else someone will come looking what's wrong. So I grip his neck tighter, digging my nails into his muscles, and bite down on his shoulder, which only makes his thrusts harder and deeper, wilder. But it's exactly what I need and what I want, and my whole body convulses as the first wave of piercing hot pleasure rips through my pussy, splitting my whole body down the middle with bliss.
His cock is filling me so completely, I feel his thrusts in my chest, in my throat, in my mind, and the orgasms he's giving me are blending together, mending the tears in my soul, in my being, crating a blanket of pure pleasure that will cover me forever, and which no bad thing can ever rip again.
He buries his cock inside me one last time and stops, its pulses matching the beat of my own heart as he comes too. I kiss the spot where I bit him before, then his lips find mine again, weaving the blanket of warmth even tighter, making it a shield.
It's almost dark by the time we stumble out of the jungle. I'm walking a little gingerly, since I still feel all of his girth deep inside me. But I can't wait until we've eaten and showered, and I'm laying in his arms. Then we can do it all over again.
CHAPTER 7
CHLOE
It's been just over a week since we started digging, and the ditches are pretty much done. They encircle the orphanage like a moat and feed into the stream that runs along the fence surrounding Dom Gustavo's property. All that's left is to reinforce it all with the wooden stakes Rider has spent most of the morning chopping up. I told him to go rest once he was done, telling him he earned it, and that we'd finish up.
I just took a shower and am trying to find a dress to wear for when I go wake him from his nap. All my nice dresses are still packed up in the suitcases I came here with, which are somewhere in Dom Gustavo's house and have been since I arrived. But I do have a few beach dresses in my bungalow, and they'll have to do. It still takes me awhile to find one that's not all bleached from the sun and the rough soap we use for washing clothes. Its stripes are still mostly red and white.
But Rider isn't at his bungalow, nor in the cafeteria where Ed is eating his dinner alone, looking very grim.
"Have you seen Rider?" I ask anyway.
Me and Ed haven't really spoken much this last week, since my days were taken up by the digging, trying to keep up with the children's lessons, and my nights belonged solely to Rider.
"I think he's working on his bike down at the garage," Ed says. "He's probably leaving soon, now that the ditches are completed."
My heart cramps up in my chest at the thought, then starts beating very fast. Rider leaving has been in the back of my mind for the last few days, but I wouldn't let myself think about it. Nor could I bring myself to ask him what his plans were. For the first time in more than four years, I feel happy, light, the way I used to before the viral sex tapes, which took all that away from me. Once again, I feel like everything is gonna be alright, and no problem or challenge is too big to overcome.
Rider has given that back to me. With the way he holds and kisses me, the way he looks at me, and the way he makes love to me like I truly was put on this earth just for him, to be his jungle princess, his ray of sunshine. I think I'm in love with him, but it's hard to be sure, because I've never felt such passion, desire and overwhelming urge to be with someone, as I do for him. I can't picture this place with him gone, or my life without him in it. I don't want to picture it.
"He's not going to stay, you do realize that, don't you?" Ed asks harshly. "I'm pretty sure he's on the run from something bad."
"Why would you even assume that?" I ask, equally harshly.
"Well, just look at him, for one thing. That's not an innocent man under all those tattoos and muscles."
"OK, Ed, thank you for that assessment," I say and leave the room.
"Just ask him, and you'll see I'm right," he calls after me, but I ignore him.
Rider is at the garage working on his bike, but Diego, Pedro, and even shy little Kaia are there helping him. I stop a few paces from them before they see me to watch him explain what he's doing with the bike. Even Kaia is asking him questions, then listening intently to his answers. She's had a hard life, been sexually abused for years before she got here and she's only twelve years old. Even after two years of being here, she still doesn’t want to be alone with Ed. But she's talking and laughing with Rider like she's known him all her life. Whatever bad things he may or may not have done in his past, he's a good man with a kind and generous heart, and nothing will ever convince me otherwise.
But he has been working on his bike a lot these last few days and the ditches are done. He's probably preparing to leave, and I have no idea how to even begin facing that. He's given me no promises, and we haven't spoken of any kind of future together, which is probably because he never planned what we had to be more than a little fun on his way to wherever he's heading.
"So, who wants a ride?" he asks loudly, tossing the screwdriver he was using into the toolbox at his feet.
All three children raise their hands, nodding their heads excitedly as each pleads to be his first passenger.
"I do!" I say louder than the rest.
Rider turns to look at me, his gaze swallowing me up as I approach. There's no hint of an imminent departure in his eyes, and even the lust isn't as pronounced as it was in the beginning. But the loving desire in them is just as cutting, hooks me somewhere just below my bellybutton, and won't let go until I'm in his arms and we're alone. There are promises in his look too. But maybe those are just a figment of my imagination, just something I want to see.
He pulls me into his arms when I reach him, gives me a deep, long and slow kiss, which holds promises too. But we're driven apart by the giggles and "ewws" from the kids.
"Alright, you rascals," he says. "You each get one ride up to the main road and back. After that, it's Chloe's turn for the rest of the night, and you're going to sleep."
He winks at me, as the kids start complaining about me getting the whole night.
Kaia comes over and holds my hand while Rider is busy explaining to Pedro how he should sit on the back of the bike.
"You will be back, won't you?" she asks me in Portuguese.
"Yes, of course," I answer.
"And you will stay with us?" I suppose she's asking this because so many of the volunteers left after Gustavo died.
"I will never leave you," I say and squeeze her hand reassuringly.
"And Rider, he will stay too?" she asks.
"I hope so," I say, since it's my policy never to lie to the children.
"Me too," Kaia says.
"Me too," Diego, who's been listening to our conversation very intently, echoes.
"Me too," I say softly.
I’ll ask Rider if he plans to stay soon. Even though I'm petrified that his answer will be no.
WE RODE up the hill all the way to the top to watch the sunset over the sea below. There is one large bay below us and five smaller ones, each untouched, the sea foaming and frothing from the waves.
"That last bay has the best surf," I say pointing at it. I'd meant to do some surfing when I first got here, but my surfboard is stil
l in its case and stored away in the back of the garage somewhere.
"Surf? You mean waves?" Rider asks absentmindedly. I'm leaning against him as we sit in the grass, his arms wrapped around me. The sun has set almost completely and we'll leave soon, but I don't want to.
"Yes, waves. I used to surf a lot when I was younger," I tell him. "I'd drive around on weekends, looking for the perfect waves, then surf all day and sometimes sleep on the beach."
"Yeah?" he says, perking up and holding me tighter. "I like to just ride, you know, go where ever the road leads, and as far as it goes."
There's such whimsical longing in his voice as he says it, I feel all the pain of missing him already. Even though he's still here, he soon won't be. I can hear that clearly in his voice. This would be a great time to ask him about his plans now that the ditches are dug, but I don't want to know until I know.
"You belong to a motorcycle gang, don't you?" I ask. "I don't know much about any of that, but do they just let you ride around as much as you want? Don't you have duties and stuff?"
He laughs, the sound originating in his chest, but reverberating all through mine as well. "I'll bet you don't know much about biker clubs, and you won't learn it from me either. But yes, I was a member of an MC, and I did have duties, but they also let me just ride as much as I wanted to."
"You're not with them anymore?" I ask, hope blossoming way too hard in my chest. Him no longer being part of a biker gang makes him one step closer to staying here with me and the kids, and I want that more the longer he holds me.
"No, it's all gone now," he says, an edge to his voice. "The VP sold us out, but it was over long before then, as far as I'm concerned. I joined for the brotherhood and the unity and to have a place to call home, I guess, but that didn't last long." He's talking like he's waited a long time to tell someone, like I'm the first person he's telling all this to. But I don't know what questions to ask.
"I loved our old President Blade, he was a great guy, someone I could really stand behind, you know?” he adds. “But there was too much fighting within the club, too much scheming and going behind his back by his younger brother Shade. And Blade ignored it for too long, or maybe he just couldn't prevent it. At least he died before it all went to hell."
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