Lovewrecked - Karina Halle Page 0,73

lips. “I believe I told you to fuck me.”

“You know I have a hard time taking orders.”

“Even from your first mate?”

First mate. The idea of her as a first mate lights up something inside me.

It also makes me harder.

“First mate bows to the captain,” I tell her, widening my stance, folding my arms. I’m very aware of what I must look like to her, standing in front of her like this, naked with my cock jutting out, her on her knees in front of me.

“Hard to bow when I’m on my knees.”

“It means, the first mate does what I say. Under all circumstances. Take off your top. Show me those gorgeous tits of yours.”

A visceral thrill runs up my spine as I watch her dutifully comply, peeling that wet tank top off like I’m living in a fucking porno.

My god, she’s a dream come true. She’s incredible.

Every inch of her, inside and out.

“This good enough?” she asks coyly.

I realize I’m living out any man’s desert island fantasy.

New name for this place: Fantasy Island.

I clear my throat. “Get on all fours. Turn around.”

Her brows raise, followed by one of her naughty smiles.

“Aye-aye Captain,” she says, obviously relishing this role playing. Or perhaps it’s not playing at all.

She falls forward, her tits swinging, then turns around until her ass is facing me.

I take a moment to admire the view, running my hand up and down my cock, thinking how easy it would be to just come right here, all across her back.

But I don’t want easy right now.

I go to my knees, putting my hands at her hips. She flinches a little at my touch, anticipating my next move.

My fingers slide beneath the edges of her underwear and pull them down, down, down over her ample thighs and calves. Her skin is so creamy and pale, she nearly matches the sand. But there’s a luminosity about her skin, it glows, like the warmth inside her radiates outward.

You’re a fucking lucky bastard.

About to get luckier, too.

I lower my head and place a quick bite on one ass cheek.

She yelps.

I grin.

I then spread her cheeks and go to town on her, my tongue licking, searching, everywhere.

Perhaps a bit forward but I have no qualms doing this with Daisy. I know her enough, and I can make some pretty good guesses as to what she likes.

And she likes this.

She pushes herself back against my mouth, moaning loudly.

“Fuck, Tai,” she cries out.

I mumble against her, making sure she’s close to coming, then pull back.

Before she has a chance to catch her breath, I grip her hip with one hand and position my cock at the other, teasing her wetness.

“Guess this would be a good time to ask if you’re on the pill,” I say, feeling a little sheepish that I let things go this far before it even occurred to me.

“Yes, yes,” she says impatiently. She glances at me over her shoulder, her face flushed. “I’m protected, I have an IUD, I’m clean.”

“Just got to be sure.” I pause, no need to tell her how long it’s been since I was with someone, nor that I usually take every precaution. Condoms were the one thing I didn’t think to pack.

“Tai,” she whines, sounding breathless, impatient.

“It’s Captain Wakefield,” I tell her, grinning.

“Captain Wakefield. What are you waiting for?”

Nothing.

I suck in my breath and with one swift, hard thrust I plunge my cock deep inside of her.

“Fuck!” Daisy yelps, and I realize I may have been a bit rough.

I’m about to apologize when she cries out, “Keep going.”

That I can do. I slowly pull out and then spear her again, my cock sinking into the hilt as my fingers make bruises on her hips.

Now I’m groaning, my eyes falling closed as my head goes back to the sky. We slowly build up a rhythm. The slow drag of me pulling out, the hard thrust as I piston my hips into her.

Her ass shakes and jiggles with each deliberate thrust, spurring me on to go harder, deeper. I tighten my hold on her, tilting her and adjusting myself so that I’m grinding against her in all the right places, my balls swinging against her ass.

“Oh god,” she says through a moan. “Yes, keep going.”

All the encouragement I need.

I bite my lip and keep pumping into her, my glutes getting a workout as I rhythmically pound and pound and pound. Sweat is pouring off of me, splashing onto her skin, the humidity mixing with my exertion.

Without losing cadence, I reach