Tristan

“So what is this,” he says in a low voice as his hands go to my ass, squeezing it, uncaring of the smattering of people left on the beach, “Day two? Three? Thoughts so far?”

I can’t answer him. My body makes me reach up on my tiptoes and meet him in a kiss. I’m foolish enough to try to make it just a sweet, simple kiss, but there’s nothing simple about Tristan. He grabs me greedily and pulls me tighter into him. His soaked boxer shorts are tight around him from that swollen cock.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to learn how to surf with that tight ass teasing me the whole time?” he whispers into my ear, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair as my lips part, desperate for him.

“I wanna drain you, Tristan,” I whimper back as his hand roves up to my bra, threatening to undo it in front of everyone at the beach. Thankfully, most of them are leaving with the sun, but Tristan grabs me possessively, and the next moment, his tongue is in my mouth.

“I brought you on this trip because I wanted to fuck you, Sienna,” I hear his fierce voice growl into my ear, and I feel myself melting into him. “I wanted to fuck you sore, fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. You deserve this, doll—remember that.”

“I need you Tristan, I need to feel your seed inside me,” I whimper, and it hits me that I just dropped that kind of statement after only a few days of knowing him. My heart freezes as he looks me dead in the eye, that piercing gaze scrutinizing. For a moment, I feel terrified. What if I’ve said it too early? I know I had him come in before, but what if-

My thoughts are silenced as he turns me around to face the sea, watching the setting sun over the gorgeous waters as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them full of desire as his hardened cock presses into my ass.

“I can’t resist you, Sienna,” he growls, and I can tell he’s hardly able to put words together, he’s so full of desire for me. “I’ve needed you since the moment I saw you, and I knew I had to fucking have you.”

“Fuck me all you want, Tristan,” I gasp, guiding his hands to my underwear. I don’t know if anyone is left on the beach, and I don’t care.

“I’m going to breed you, Sienna,” he says, and I realize he’s pulling my underwear down my legs. They fall to my ankles, and I kick them aside. They’re useless around Tristan. “And I’m going to fill you up with everything you’ve ever wanted.”

He nearly rips the bra off me, and I feel myself being guided to my knees. My whole body feels like it’s melting for him. I reach back and feel his hardened sides, his rippling abs, and his cut hips on my way down, all the way down to those toned calves before I put myself on my knees and push my ass up for him.

“I’ve had dreams about nothing but you since I started this trip, Sienna,” he growls as my knees touch down on our towels. “I wish I had someone to drive us so I could fuck you the whole time.

My whole body curves itself up, anticipating him. My mouth is practically watering, and my cunt has been warm and waiting since I watched that shirt come off his gorgeous body. Even if we weren’t the best surfers, watching him handle himself in the water made me want him. He has a kind of command over his own body and the world around him that’s simply supernatural.

“Is there anyone left on the beach?” I gasp, hardly able to get the thought out as his hard, long cock slaps against my cunt, and he grinds it up against it, a cruel tease. Every few strokes, I feel the tip of his bulging crown brush against my clit, but he takes it away painfully soon.

“Don’t care,” he growls, and before I can protest, he seizes my waist and impales me.

I let out a gasp of pleasure as he slides all the way into me, his balls swinging beneath us as he fills me up. I’ve wanted this so badly, touched myself in the backseat of the car while he drove, fantasized about it in those scarce moments we aren’t all over each other.

I’m eighteen. My hormones are driving me mad, and Tristan is only a year older than me—he wants me just as badly, and his need to empty himself in me overwhelms both our senses.

He starts rocking into me, and immediately, I feel warmth run up from my needy, swollen cunt to my chest, and I sigh in relief. I relish his cock, the feeling of wholeness I have with him inside me.

“God, you’re so tight, Sienna,” he groans, and for a moment, I forget I’m not in one of my dizzying dreams in the back of the diner. This is real. And god, it’s better than anything my imagination could have carved out.

This is better than fantasy. This is Tristan.

We’ve spent the whole afternoon with our wet bodies pressing up against each other for warmth, and I’ve been keyed up ever since. I’ve been watching cold California water wash over his impeccable British body, and the sight alone has been keeping my cunt warm and ready for this.

As he starts to rock into me, I nearly fall flat on my face, but he helps hold me up by the hips, using me like some kind of doll in his hands, like he’s so fond of calling me.

I feel his cock stiff and ready as he starts rocking back and forth, massaging the innermost walls of my pussy just the way I’d always dreamed, but better. The bottom of his cock that I so lovingly licked earlier is returning the favor in full force, grinding against the upper walls of my cunt and brushing against my g-spot with such a natural ease. It’s like my cunt was made for his cock, and I never want them to separate.

“Each second I don’t have you fucking me,” he grunts, “it’s torture, Sienna. Fuck, you’re so warm and tight!”

“Do you have any idea how sweet your cum tastes?” I answer, my face barely propped up by my arms on the towel. “I can’t tell you how bad I wanted it in my cunt, Tristan.”

“If you’re good for me,” he growls, “you might just get it, doll.”

I whimper as I push my ass up into him, feeling his hardened pelvis as he ploughs into me, his shaft working me harder than he ever has before. The same primal instinct to breed is taking over him just as it’s been smothering me sweetly these past few days, and there’s nothing holding him back as he holds me tight and fucks me raw and hard from behind.

It hardly takes any time for heat to well up within me before exploding, rippling up my muscles as the orgasm wracks my body, leaving my jaw hanging open.

The smell of sea salt and sand fills my nostrils as I feel bliss, nothing but utter joy as his cock keeps ramming into me, bucking harder and harder, no sign of stopping anywhere in sight. He’s so reckless, his bare cock striking my innermost depths, yet he’s totally in control. As I start to slip, he pulls me up, and when I feel myself getting tired, he moves my legs just so that I can keep feeling every bit of ecstasy he wants to inflict on me.

My toes clench as I feel another orgasm coming on, and I ball my hands into fists full of sand, trying to keep quiet. There are surely still some people somewhere on the beach, and I open my eyes long enough to see boats out on the water, far from us. I blush furiously—what if someone sees us? What if someone calls the police? What if-