Three Strikes (Desire Island 3)

“Did I give you permission to leave the bed?” Ryan queried, ignoring for the moment the tent in his shorts.

Abbie’s eyes flew open, though she retained her provocative pose. “Oh! I’m so sorry, Sir. I wasn’t thinking.” She started to lower her arms.

“Stay in that position,” Ryan said, placing a hand on one of her upraised feet. “I quite like the look.”

As he stared at her cunt on full display, Abbie’s face flushed a pleasing pink, but she did as he commanded.

“You have broken one of our most basic rules,” Ryan said sternly. “You do nothing without my express permission, and that includes climbing out of bed.”

As her face crumpled with remorse, Ryan felt almost sorry for her. Nevertheless, she’d violated a specific rule and would need to be corrected. “I’ll have to punish you for that slipup. But first…”

Ryan removed his shorts and tossed them aside. Cock fully erect, he crouched down in front of her on the yoga mat and cupped her smooth, bare cunt with his hand. Heat emanated from her core as he dipped a finger inside her. She was wet, which pleased him, and her vaginal muscles gripped his finger like a vise.

He slid in a second finger, moving the digits inside her like a cock. She moaned, her nipples hardening to points on the soft mounds of her breasts. Unable to hold back a moment longer, Ryan positioned himself over her in a plank, his body suspended over hers, his cock poised just above her cunt.

Supporting himself on one arm, he gripped his throbbing shaft and guided it inside her. Abbie moaned again, her eyelids fluttering shut as he filled her. Ryan lifted himself on his hands, nearly pulling out of her, but not quite. Then he lowered himself in a kind of sexy push-up, filling her once more. She groaned her approval, her eyes closed, her face a study in bliss.

Her cunt hugged his cock as he lifted and lowered himself above her. She was breathing fast and shallow, her body trembling. Her hands started to slip from their grip on the soles of her upraised feet.

“Stay in position,” Ryan panted. “Don’t move.”

Abbie at once tightened her hold on her feet, maintaining the acrobatic position as he fucked her. A light sheen of sweat broke over his body as he lifted and lowered himself, his muscles burning pleasantly as her perfect cunt massaged his shaft. His balls tightened in the seconds before climax. Then, with a guttural cry, he came.

He remained inside her while he caught his breath, and then pulled back so he was resting on his knees in front of her. Abbie’s arms and legs were trembling with muscle fatigue, yet she managed to maintain her position.

Impressed, he said, “You may lower your arms and legs and lie flat.”

As she did so, he rose to his feet and moved to sit behind her. Lifting her under the arms, he pulled her up and back so she was leaning against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled her neck.

“Abbie,” he whispered, his heart nearly breaking with tenderness.

Cupping her breast in his left hand, he reached between her legs with his right. Her little cunt was sopping wet, both from his jism and her own arousal. He rubbed gently over her swollen labia and distended clit.

“Ooh,” she breathed, melting against him.

He stroked her a few more moments and then said, “Put your hand over mine while I touch you.”

She did as he asked, moving in tandem with him as he stroked and massaged her cunt until she moaned again. Gently, he eased his hand from under hers and replaced it so his hand was now on top of hers.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured in her ear.

Now it was he who followed her movements as she rubbed herself. They stroked together for a while, her small cries of pleasure a pleasing counterpoint to the sound of the waves gently crashing and receding against the shore just beyond the deck.

When she began to tremble, he let his hand fall away from hers.

“Keep going,” he ordered. “Don’t stop what you’re doing.”

Abbie’s hand was flying over her sex now, her breath a ragged pant. Ryan cupped her perfect breasts, catching the distended nipples between the second and third fingers of each hand and squeezing hard.

She gasped at the erotic pain. He could feel the pound of her heart against his chest as he held her tight. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal was an intoxicating perfume. Her trembling edged into a shudder as her hand moved like a piston between her legs.

“Do it,” he growled, his cock hardening again despite the recent ejaculation. “Come for your Master.”

“Ooh, yes,” she breathed, drawing out the letter s in a sibilant hiss. Her head fell back against him, her entire body shaking as she mewled a soft, high-pitched wail of release. After several sexy seconds of climax, she went limp in his arms, her hand falling away from her body.