Oil Rig

“Four.”

It’s getting so hard not to cum. I’m fucking her so hard and my hot load is burning in me to get out. “Three.”

I can tell she’s struggling to hold it in too. There’s a wild look in her eyes as her body starts shaking on the table. It’s convulsing all around me while she wrestles her orgasm back.

“Two. Oh, fuck. I want to cum in you so badly. I want to breed your little womb with my hot cum.”

“I want that too,” she moans. “Please let me cum.”

“You have to wait,” I say, teasing her, torturing her. “Be a good girl and wait until I tell you.”

She bites her bottom lip as her legs tremble in my hands. It’s time to give it to her. It’s time to fill her with my cum and breed this ripe young body.

“One. Cum with me.”

She erupts as I thrust in hard, shooting my big load of hot cum deep in her pulsating cunt. The screams are deafening as she cums on my dick for the second time.

I feel surge after surge leaving my swollen balls as my seed coats her womb.

She’s all mine now. This girl is going to be bred before the sun comes back up.

I’m getting faint from the intensity of my orgasm when she grabs my arms and pulls me onto her. She clings onto me as I hold my cock deep inside her, loving the way her heat squeezes and milks me, trying to get every last drop of my seed into her waiting womb.

This has been the best night of my life.

I hold her and breathe in her scent as the breeze cools off our sweaty skin. This is where I always want to be—inside my girl.

Just like this.

Forever.

Chapter Nine

Janice

* * *

“Now this is an ocean view,” Shane says as he stares out of our room, but his hungry eyes are more on me than on the ocean. I’m standing on the balcony of our beachfront suite in my new white bikini and I know from that look that we’re never going to make it down to the beach before dinner.

We’ve been here for about an hour and a half and he’s already been inside me twice. Once as soon as we closed the door and dropped the bag—he fucked me against the wall in the entrance before we could even check out the suite. And the second time was when I put my bikini on. He had it off in record time and we tested out the sturdiness of the bed. FYI, it’s pretty sturdy.

I’m about to rub suntan lotion all over my body and I know I’m about to be screwed. Literally and figuratively.

“You lived on the ocean for the past twelve years and you’re still mesmerized by the view?” I ask him as I squirt a dollop of suntan lotion into my palm.

“It’s not the ocean I’m mesmerized by,” he says as his heated eyes fall onto my breasts. “It’s that beautiful body in that tiny little bikini.”

“Do you like it?” I ask with a flirty smile as I start to rub the suntan lotion all over my chest. I’m tempting the beast, I know. It’s a dangerous game, but a fun one too.

“You keep rubbing yourself like that in front of me and it will be torn into pieces before you know it.”

He’s not kidding and this is my favorite bathing suit, so I just take the top right off before he tears through it. His eyes widen as I start rubbing the lotion all over my breasts, getting them nice and slick. The bulge in his swim shorts begins to lengthen and harden in front of my eyes.

The past two weeks with this man have been incredible. We spent the first week alone on the rig and it was amazing. We must have had sex on every single platform of the metal monster. Once the workers returned, Shane had to do a bit of work getting the rig running again. I called my Marine Protector friends and let them know that I’d be taking a leave of absence, but that I would definitely return. I still haven’t told Shane that I’d like to go back. I’m nervous about that. The man is a caveman when it comes to me—all growly protective and possessive to the extreme. I don’t think he’s going to like me jetting around the world and running head-on into violent confrontations. I’d love for him to come with me, but I don’t think that’s going to happen either. I can’t see him ever agreeing on that.

After the rig was up and running with Jamal in charge, Shane booked us a two-week-long trip to a stunning hotel in Thailand. I can’t wait to spend the next fourteen days with this man eating, drinking, suntanning, scuba diving, dancing, and of course testing the real stability of that bed. I don’t think it will last the two weeks with the pounding we’re about to give it.