Shipwrecked Beauty

My heart was thudding angrily in my chest, and my blood was rushing so fast I could barely hear. I know I shouldn’t be pissed at the hottie hero that saved me, but he couldn’t just flippantly toss me aside either!

I could feel my face growing hot, and not just from the sun. I always had a temper, and maybe it was just because I was scared, but I was having a harder time keeping it under control.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice quivering a little with anger and fear.

He took a deep breath, which caused his already broad chest to swell up before my eyes. He stuck the end of his new spear into the sand, and then both his hands were on my shoulders. He had over a foot of height on me.

“You’ve just been through a lot,” he said patiently. “And you don’t owe me shit for saving your life. Any decent guy would do that. But if I have your hot little body around me, I’m just gonna be thinking of getting up in you, instead of catching fish, finding fresh water, building a shelter, and all that stuff. So unless you’re gonna be my girl, it’s best for us both you just go down the beach and lay a guilt trip on that turd, so he shares some of the fresh water and food he has in his lifeboat.”

My heart was still hammering, but the rage was boiling into something else, my head growing foggy with the thought of him taking me.

It wasn’t a responsible thought at all, but oh, it was a delicious one.

Still, I furrowed my brows and played innocent.

“What do you mean, your girl?”

“You know what I mean, beautiful,” he said to me in that rich, dark voice of his, bringing a big, powerful hand up to gently adjust my hair, putting a few out of place strands back where they should be. “It’s rules of the jungle out here. And if you’re my girl, I’ll keep you safe, well fed, cared for, and secure. But I’ll be tapping that ass of yours when and how I feel like it.”

He pulled back a moment, gave me a stroke of my hair and cheek as he smiled at me warmly.

“Take care. And if that prick denies you a share of the rations, come tell me. I’ll set him right,” he said, full of confidence, assuming my answer was going to be ‘no’...

But my legs were moving after him, and I was craving his touch. The idea of going to that asshole for anything was totally out of the question. He was trying to make me blow him while the ship was going under! He didn’t deserve a single thing from me, and this stranger, well. He saved my life, and that was part of it.

A bigger part was that he was hotter than hell and I could already tell he was hung to boot.

“Tap it how?” I asked, a little bit of a smirk coming to my lips, desire running beneath my words.

He stopped and looked back at me, a broad grin growing on his own face in response. He planted the spear back into the sand, and reached out, touching his hand to my hip, squeezing it and pulling me a little closer.

“Well first, I’d plant you down on your back in this sand, spread them long, sexy legs of yours, and fuck you into a crater,” he said, as his thumb toyed with the waistband of my swimsuit. “I’ll be honest, it’s that pussy of yours I really want. Ain’t seen yours yet, but I bet it’s as pretty as the rest of you. And the thought of planting my dick in that pussy has been at the back of my mind since I first saw you come aboard the cruise ship.”

That surprised me a bit, because I’m positive I’d have remembered him if I saw him.

Or maybe him saving my life is what really made me wet between my thighs.

Either way, the thought of him watching me, fantasizing about me as I flit around the cruise ship was exciting, and I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip.

There was only one problem, of course. I wasn’t on the pill. That was why even the big shot producer was having me blow him to finish. He didn’t want to knock up some model and have me sue for support.

Something told me that this man would have absolutely no qualms with cumming in me bare and knocking me up. He wanted me to be his girl, after all.

“I waxed before the cruise,” I said with a smirk, “but I don’t imagine you saved your condoms along with me?”

He gave a gruff laugh at that, his broad jawed, handsome face lit up with amusement as he slid his big, strong hand over my hip and side, letting his thumb rub along the edge of my suit as he sized he up.

“I never saved a damn thing except these shorts,” he said, looking down and using his free hand to tug at the garment teasingly, which of course caused a rip in them to widen. And also drew my attention to the fact that his already sizable package was swollen even bigger, a thick, veiny snake of a shaft throbbing down one leg. “But I got a feelin’ you and me won’t need anythin’ but what we’ll find here, doll,” he said with a rumble of approval as he stepped in closer to me and bent his head down to my lips. Only this time, it wasn’t mouth-to-mouth he was going to perform, no. He was making out with me.

My body is everything to me. It’s why I get jobs. Not just because of who I have to screw to get them, either.

Having unprotected sex was a gamble in more than one ways.

But maybe being stranded on an island was making my mind return to a baser form, because suddenly all my big city dreams started fading away, replaced with the pure bliss of his lips on mine, his hands teasing my tanned skin.

Most likely, the concerns began to melt away in exact timing with those big, muscular arms wrapping around me, those huge, powerful hands groping my ass and rubbing my flesh. He was a huge mountain of a man, and he was hungry for me in a way that was quickly getting out of control.

I thought to ask him to promise to pull out, but his kisses, his nibbles, his fondling touches and possessive grasp all stole such thoughts from me. In fact, before I knew it he had picked me up yet again. Only to then feel him crash into the sand on his knees as he gave my ass a playful swat with his large palm.