He grabs my hand and drags me closer to him. “Go ahead, baby. Grab my cock. I know you want to. Get a feel for it. I want you well acquainted. He’s the only one you’ll ever have.”
“As long as I’m the last you ever have.”
“That’s without question. I’ll never betray you. Now take it in your hand, Gia.”
I do as he says, rubbing my thumb over the head, spreading his cum on it. Tempted, I lift my thumb to my lips and suck on it. A low growl rips from his chest, and I moan. I reach for more, but his hands stop me. Instead, I find myself flipped over his shoulder as he marches me to the bed.
With a whoosh, my body lands on the mattress, bouncing slightly from the softness of the surface, he leans down and crushes his frame on mine. “Gia, you’re making it hard for me not to bury my cock deep into your pussy without being gentle.” He lowers his head and takes my mouth, hard and fast before moving down. He grabs the hem, raising it up to reveal my breasts. “Nice, but this has to go.” Graham takes off my shirt, and I reach around to unsnap my bra. Immediately, he nudges me back onto the bed, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it while his fingers pinch the other one.
My back bucks and I cry out, “Graham.”
He continues to move between my tits, plucking and tasting them until I feel I’m going to explode. Throbbing between my legs grows more intense that I have to rock my hips upward, grinding against his shaft. “I need more, Graham. Please put that big cock inside of me. Break me, own me.”
His hand slides down my waist, popping the button on my shorts and dragging down the zipper before he slips his finger under my panties to stroke my slit. I come off the bed as he rocks inside my pussy. Within seconds, my orgasm hits me, and I’m clenching around his finger.
“So responsive. Well, I’m just getting started.” Graham drags the rest of my clothes off of my body, tossing them on the floor. He dips his head down, brushing his face over my core. I’m so worked up, I’m not embarrassed. All I want for him to do is make me come again.
He looks up at me with a smile before roughly parting my legs. Hooking one arm under each, he drags my pussy up to his mouth, licking my clit. His thick fingers pump past my folds, stretching me until I’m screaming and coming again.
Damn, the man is so talented that I can barely breathe.
He pushes off his boxer briefs and his cock bobs against his taut abs. It’s so stiff that it points toward me, wanting as badly as I want it. “This is going to hurt, Gia, but once the pain passes, I promise to make you cream every time I fill you up.”
“It’s so big. Is it going to fit?”
“It will. Trust me, baby.” He rubs the tip on my seam, squirting a little precum on my pussy lips. “I’m just marking my territory. Now, my sweet Gia, you can’t leave me.” He leans down on one palm, using the other to direct his cock into my entrance. “This is going to hurt.”
He thrusts forward, slamming through my barrier and taking my virginity. I hold back the scream as it burns. He peppers kisses over my face, ending with my mouth. “Relax, baby. Tell me when you’re ready.” The taste of myself on his tongue turns me on, and most of the pain is gone.
“I need more, please keep going, Graham.” Needing no more instruction, he slides almost all the way out and thrusts in again. It takes a minute before my body not only accepts his but welcomes the invasion. I relax, and the pleasure replaces all the pain. Once I’m ready completely, I can’t stop the delight from taking over and consuming me until I fall apart. “I’m coming, Graham.” I clench my pussy, coming hard, dragging his strong body onto mine. I kiss him roughly, spearing my hands into his hair as he pumps his cum inside of me.
Our bodies glide against each other until our hearts and minds return to normal. “Thank you, my sweet woman.”
“Goodnight, Graham.”
Chapter Seven
Graham
We have twenty minutes before we dock, and I can’t help but hold her closer. I want to marry her on the island, but I have no idea what they allow. Hell, what if she’s not ready for that. Nothing matters to me but getting my ring on her finger. I’m forced to climb out of bed when my phone goes off.
It’s a message from Phillipe. We’ll be removing the meal from your room and clean while you’re on the island. I walk to the bathroom, freshen up, and call him. “Phillipe, I won’t be continuing my journey on the cruise. Do you know if they have space at the hotel for overnight guests?”