“You feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he whispers in my ear. “I could stay like this forever—buried inside of you and just trying to keep myself in check. I want to fuck you so hard and fast, it leaves you sore. I want you to spend every waking moment forgetting everything else, only remembering what it feels like to have my cock in you.”
“God, Bastian!” I cry out.
“Please…more. I need more!”
His pace quickens at my words, and I reach down to dig my fingers into both his ass cheeks as he keeps plowing into me. I can feel the muscles in his ass clench with each thrust—hard and tight. I lean up a little so I can look over his shoulder and watch his movements from a better angle. The way his ass and back move together in a purposeful wave is an incredible sight, and I can’t hold back any more.
“Oh god! Oh god!” I squeeze his backside harder and pull him deeper into me. He’s pounding into me so hard, I can barely hold on.
“That’s it, baby.” His muscles flex and quiver under my fingers. “Give it to me!”
“Bastian!”
“Kandace…oh, fuck! Kandace!” Bastian cries out as he delivers the final blow, bringing me over the edge as I feel his cock spasm inside of me. He wraps his arms around my shoulders before he collapses on top of me, breathing heavily.
I stare at the palm-frond ceiling of the shelter and try to settle myself. I am completely surrounded by his body, like a swaddled baby. Each breath presses my chest up against Bastian’s, but I don’t loosen my grip around his shoulders. I swallow hard and just allow myself to feel the sensation of skin on skin. It’s too much to feel all at once, especially after what he’s just done to me. It’s all too much.
I roll over and sit up. Without warning, I feel my pussy shudder, and a loud, distinctive noise erupts from between my legs. My eyes go wide as I glance in Bastian’s direction, wondering if there was any possible way he might have missed that.
“Did you just fart?” he asks.
“No,” I say in a near-silent whisper.
“What the fuck was that, then?”
“Nothing.” I’m completely mortified.
“Bullshit.” He narrows his eyes at me for a moment. “Did you queef?”
“No!” I shift a little, and another burst of air emits from my body.
“You did!” He laughs loudly.
I turn away from him and wrap my arms around myself. It’s fucking embarrassing, and he’s just laughing about it. I grit my teeth and refuse to look at him when I feel his hand on my shoulder.
“Aw, come on!” he says as he sits up. “Babe, you know that’s a good sign, right?”
I turn my head just enough to glare at him.
“A good sign?”
“The only way to avoid it is to have slow and gentle sex.”
“Is that bad?”
“Bad, no.” He raises his eyebrow and grins. “But it could be considered boring.”
I keep glaring at him. My body is tense, and I’m not sure if it’s from anger or just embarrassment. I decide it’s anger, but I’m not sure if I’m mad at myself, my body, or the audacity Bastian has to actually acknowledge the faux pas instead of pretending it didn’t happen like any normal person would have done.
Apparently, he’s not going to let it go. He works his arms in between mine and forces me into a giant bear hug. He pulls me to his chest and kisses my head.
“You just got fucked hard, babe,” he says. “A little queefing is to me like a big-ass burp at the end of a good meal is to a chef—nothing but a compliment.”
I stare at him in disbelief for a moment before I look to the shelter’s entrance and watch the rain fall from the sky. There’s a rumble of thunder in the distance, and I shiver in his arms. He tightens his hold and kisses the top of my head. I relax into his grip and play with the short hairs on his forearms.
“Bastian, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure. Why the fuck not?”