She bucked beneath me, her moans turned into screams, her nails like talons, taking the skin from my back as she swallowed my tongue before feeding me hers. I was afraid I’d hurt her, that there was no way her back could take this, but when I tried easing off, it was she who pulled me back in with a growl.
Her knees were still touching her ears; her ass was in my hands as I bent her in half with my cock pinning us together as we fucked. Lovemaking had gone out the window a long time ago. This was a mating, plain and simple.
In the back of my mind, as our bodies moved together in a frenzy as we both raced to the finish, was the thought that this was little Cassie. The cute little blonde with the beautiful eyes, the girl who still liked Disney’s fucked up love stories. She’s a tigress, a complete enigma, and I’m the lucky bastard she chose.
For the first time since my brothers started coupling up, I didn’t feel left out. I was no longer the odd man out, and she was no longer outside looking in. She’s now a part of me, a part of us. And for fuck sake, I forgot the condom again. “I gotta pull out.”
It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull saying those words to her. She dug her heels into my back and her nails in my side while throwing her pussy harder onto my rod. “Don’t cum in her, Alex.” How many times was this now? I’m gonna fuck around and be a dad before I’m twenty.
Why the thought didn’t make me bolt out of her snatch is a mystery. Instead, I found myself fucking into her harder, just the thought of giving her my child somehow making me hotter. Common sense was nipping at my heels, but the warmth of her pussy and that look, always that look, was more than I could fight.
I promised myself as I came inside her for the fourth or fifth time that day that I would be more careful with her going forward. I forgot that shit five minutes later when she looked up at me and grinned while her pussy did gymnastics around my cock, teasing the last bit of jizz from my nuts.
Alex
I had one last stop to make before heading back to the beach house in time for her final surprise of the day. We pulled up to the dock on the neighboring island, which was not private but home to a very lively local population. “What are we doing here?”
She looked around after I helped her off the boat. I like the way she automatically slipped her arm through mine as she walked in step with me. “You’ll see!” She all but skipped beside me, reminding me that she was young yet. When I think of the things I’d already done to her and plan to in the future, she doesn’t seem so young, though.
I found the place I was looking for a few streets off the pier. She probably has no idea that I remember the fact that she loves the frozen yogurt from this place. She’d eaten her way through the store-bought tub Jace kept at the house the last time we were there together.
She squealed and almost tore my arm out of the socket when she looked up and read the sign before we walked in. “How did you know I love this place? I wish we had one back home.” She babbled on about the effort she’d put into having the concoction delivered with no success, and I stowed that information away, something for me to work on later.
I ordered her a waffle cone filled with the black forest cake-flavored frozen yogurt she loves so much, along with a tub of the stuff for now. I took a few flyers just to be safe so that I would have the number handy later.
We walked around the island stopping at the little tourist traps that lined the streets as locals and foreigners alike went about their business. It felt like we were in a different world. Here no one seemed overly concerned with the epidemic, though some people wore masks. They just seemed to be going about life, as usual, that slow island pace making it seem like nothing in life is really that serious.
It was almost time for the sun to set when we made it back for dinner on the yacht. My hands were laden down with the shit I’d bought her and her delight in even the simplest thing, a little fifty-dollar figurine in the shape of a mermaid, made me want to buy her everything her little heart ever desired.
We sat down to dinner in the best spot to see the sun making its descent in the sky, a perfect finish to a perfect birthday. I wrapped the silk shawl I’d bought for her around her shoulders and placed the sea blanket across her thighs to protect her from the early evening wind coming off the water as the warmth of the sun faded away.