Jinx's Fantasy (Goddess Isles 5.2)

“And I found myself when you stole me.”

I kissed my way down her neck, nipping at her shoulder as I withdrew, then plunged inside her. “I wish I’d stolen you the moment you were born.”

“So you could torture me this way for longer?”

“So I wouldn’t have been so alone.”

“Sully.” Her arm came back, looping around my head while her other hand reached for my hip, pulling me forward and into her. “We’re together now.”

I squeezed my eyes closed, allowing the greed in my blood to build. “I’m never letting you go.”

“Never,” she vowed.

Shedding slow for quick, I rutted into her with short, savage strokes. “You’re the only one who sees me at my weakest and thinks I’m strong.”

“And you’re the only one who can make me strong by showing me how weak I am next to you.”

She moaned as I thrust particularly hard.

“I’ll always protect you.” I dug my fingers into her hipbones, keeping her still while I used her. “Always use you like you crave.”

“Yes.” Her breath caught as I hit high, bruising both of us with the natural barrier of her body. “God, yes.”

We lost talent for talking as we once again slipped into sex and let cinta amplify our need. We grunted and groaned as the ship creaked with every thrust. The rotten floorboards beneath my feet splintered, revealing glinting gold bullion and priceless medallions in shattered chests, sprung open from the wreck.

I ignored the rapidly disintegrating flooring and kept fucking my wife. Closing my eyes, I fed her my cock, over and over again.

She writhed against me, begging silently, moaning loudly, encouraging me to take and take and take.

And when the shards of pleasure shot up my legs and into my balls, and her pussy clenched around my cock in preparation to explode, the fucking floor gave way, plummeting us into the belly of the ship.

I clutched her hard as we sank, protecting her from the splinters and rusty nails.

We came to a stop against cool coins and glittering gold, my spine to the forgotten wealth and her back on my chest.

She paused.

She made to swim off me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I kept her plastered against me. With her splayed over my body, I had complete freedom to capture her breasts with both hands and pinch her nipples before dropping one hand to her clit and the slipperiness of both of us as I continued to thrust hard and quick into her wet pussy.

“You can’t get away that easily,” I grunted into her ear as I drove up while pushing her belly down with my palm. The pressure of my cock thrusting into her nudged my hand, and she squirmed in bliss on top of me.

“Let me straddle you,” she murmured, her hair once again a cloud of weightless chocolate.

“Come like this. Come all over my cock.” I grabbed her hips and changed my speed again. Short and savage, deep and dangerous.

Her orgasm found her a few heartbeats before mine.

Her entire body stiffened and bowed in my arms. I rubbed her clit as she detonated outward, adding pleasure to her release and making her scream.

Bubbles popped out of her mouth as she rode through the waves of release, her hips rocking into my hand and my cock throbbing to come.

The moment she reached her pinnacle, I let go.

My jaw locked as intense passion and devotion split my balls apart and spurted everything I was into her.

Electricity and connection intensified our release until we both jerked with overwhelming clenches.

As our bodies calmed and our hearts thundered, we didn’t move. We merely existed in the blanketing endorphins of love.

We lay like two naked starfish upon a pile of pirated gold.

The shadow of a shark swam above us, searching for a meal while cruising the depths of his domain.

Placing my palm over her heart, I sighed in contentment as her pulse slowly steadied. Feeling the thing that kept Eleanor alive, beating for me and loving me, drowned me with gratefulness that she was mine.

We lay in silence for a while, just enjoying our closeness.

I grew drowsy.

It would be so easy to fall asleep with her in my arms.

But if we fell asleep, we’d wake back on Calypso, and this fantasy would be over.

I had one last place I wanted to show her.

Another wonderland to fuck in before this night was done.Chapter Twelve

I SWAM AFTER SULLY, leaving the shipwreck behind with its mountains of tarnished gold and the broken planks of its hull. He hadn’t said where he was taking me, and I hadn’t asked.

I was too enthralled with every element of this fantasy. Just like his—in the forest with jaguars and tree houses—this was more than just sex. This was a fantasy that was bone deep. A fantasy where you were able to exist—just for a moment—as more than just a boring human with stifling limitations and become a mythical entity with endless possibilities.