by Mia Madison
I grabbed another piece of fruit, this time a chunk of pineapple, and repeated the process. By this time, Hunter had started jerking himself with a tight fist. The veiny shaft was slick with spit as he watched me seduce him.
“You like what you see, baby?”
“…Love it,” he groaned, eyes tight with desire. “You’ve got to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I wanna taste you.”
“Oh, do you?”
I sauntered over to him, watching him adjust so I could sit on his face. But I decided to play with him a bit. I picked up a banana, firm and semi-ripe, and peeled it. My tongue laid flat against its shaft and I let it slide up the curve.
He groaned at the visual. He clearly knew where I was headed with my behavior.
“You are so fucking wild,” he growled. “Come sit on my face. I wanna taste that sweet pussy.”
I straddled his face, giving him enough of a vantage point to observe what was happening. But I wasn’t going to just sit on his face. I had other plans.
I took the banana, and deep throated it until it was thick and shiny with throat-spit. Then I parted my lips and slowly inserted the firm fruit into my pussy, letting my walls suck it up into my vortex.
“Ooooh god, yes.” I moaned, slapping my hand against the wall. “Mmmm, this feels soooo good.”
“Gawddamn…” Hunter groaned.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded. He did as he was told, and I inserted the banana, with the peel still at the base in his mouth. “Don’t you fucking move while I ride this banana in your mouth.”
“You don’t want to have sex?” I teased. “We don’t have to have sex. I’ll have sex. You can watch, but this is pay-per-view. You’re gonna earn your way into this show, baby.”
It felt so empowering to take control, to make him my love slave while I pleasured myself freely. I felt him tremble at the jaw as I ordered him to keep still while I rode that banana. It hit my g-spot, which came to life, and I pressed on it until I came with a hard squirt all over him.
“Oooh, shit,” I exhaled, laying to the side of him.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming. FUUUUUCK!” Hunter roared, his hot seed spilling all over his fist and the sheets.
“Damn girl, you’re nasty… I love it,” he said, catching his breath.
“You don’t even know the half.” I said, smirking. Despite my exhaustion, my pussy was purring, demanding attention in the wake of its first orgasmic release this morning.
He had no idea what I had in store for him. I sat up and leaned over to clean him off with my mouth. His hot fresh cum was nearly covering his hand. I sucked his shaft between my lips, coaxing the rest from the source when we were interrupted.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Hunter? Chanel? What the fuck?!”
Roses’s voice screamed from the other side of the door.
“Oh shit.” Hunter jumped, pushing me back to cover himself. “Fuck…”
He started to panic, but I pushed him back down. He freaked out even more when I started to suck him back between my lips, but I held a finger to his perfect pout.
“Chill. Out.” I said. “You stay here. I’ll handle this.”
I grabbed the bathrobe from the bathroom, fixed my hair so it looked like I had been fucked as good as I had, and I went to the door.
“Yes?” I said to a very annoyed, angry looking Rose. To the left of her stood Yelena, with a smirk on her face.
“The front desk agent said she was getting complaints about loud noises coming from this room,” Rose said. “Imagine my surprise when I come to check on you, proving that you guys were silent and behaving, only to hear you screaming like a fucking whore!”
“A fucking whore, Rose?” I sneered. I loved her, but she was so dramatic.
“Yes.” Rose’s tone was harsh. “You’re not sticking to the deal. You can’t screw him. He’s my fiancé’s best friend!”
She held up the ring. It was a beautiful 3 carat blue diamond solitaire. It fit her perfectly.
“Congratulations,” I said, tartly.
“Well, you would have been there, if you hadn’t been busy FUCKING!” She roared. “I came to surprise you, but I’m the one getting surprises.”
“Hunter, you’re DEAD when Axel finds out!” She screamed over my shoulder.
“Are you serious?” I said, right now, stepping into the hallway, and leaving the door cracked just enough to re-enter. I loved my sister, but this control freak stuff had come to its final end with me.
“Who is the sugar baby? Who is the one who wanted me to come? Whose idea was this for us to share a room? Certainly not mine,” I spat.
She looked at me with burning cheeks, her grey eyes slits of pure pisstivity.
“You want the truth?” I continued. “Yes, we fucked. Yes, I wanted it. Yes, I said it. I came onto him.” I shot back. “And you know what? He’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever felt. It’s thick, and veiny, and it’s damn near a foot fucking long, and I fucking love it!”
I turned and eyed Yelena viciously. “So yes, while I’m on this gorgeous Jamaican vacation - the one you brought me to, dear sister - I’m going to give myself the relaxation I need. I’m going to fuck that man as much as I want, however many times as I want, whenever I want, until this damn trip is over.”
I couldn’t resist letting my little brass balls fly as I spat out my confession. “As a matter of fact, I can’t wait to fuck and suck it again. So if you two will be so kind as to excuse me, I’ve got a hot blooded sex god in bed, and he needs me to get on my knees and cleaning up the load he just blew.”
I slammed the door and turned to Hunter, whose eyes were as big as saucers. Ignoring the shock in his eyes, I focused on the new erection he sprouted, and asked, “Now where were we?”
Hunter’s Epilogue
One Week Later…
I stood nervously on the steps of the small house. This was a nice, quiet house in a nice, quiet neighborhood.
Nice and quiet. Those were words I would have associated with Chanel, and our vacation, until I really got to know her. There were two sides to her.
Nice and quiet was only one side.
Wild and intoxicating, that was the other.
After tiptoeing around our attraction to one another, we were busted by her sister. Rose was pissed when she learned we slept together. She wanted to preserve her sister from going too far too fast in a situation that wasn’t going anywhere.
I was fully behind her in that aspect, because I didn’t see anything happening with us.
Until we went all the way. Until I felt her soul merge with mine, and tasted the hunger for us to become one. Until I realized fate brought us together for reasons that went beyond a simple weekend in paradise.
Samantha’s cheating crushed me. I loved that girl. But the truth is, you can’t lose anything that was never yours. One taste of Chanel, and I realized, Samantha was never mine to begin with.
And just like that, my heart was set free.
Listen, there are plenty of women who would have loved to take that vacation with me. This vacation would have been great regardless. But none of them would have given this trip the impact Chanel had.
She had the charm, the sex appeal, and the wanton purity I never knew I needed, until she walked into her desires.
Beauty was skin deep on looks alone. But the connection we made at several points during the vacation indicated timeless beauty was soul-deep.
From the moment she slammed the door on Rose and Yelena, (who I ended up leaving a detailed sexual harassment complaint about), Chanel declared her intentions. We were going to enjoy every minute we had left of our vacation, in bed or out of it, and not kill ourselves trying to keep the passion at bay. If we wanted to kiss, we’d kiss. If we needed to fuck, we’d fuck.
“We owe it to ourselves to relax and let go, otherwise what’s the point of even going on a vacation?” She said.
We did just that, and we avoided Axel and Rose until it was time to go
. Now, that wasn’t difficult to do. Anytime Rose saw us, she huffed and pulled Axel in the opposite direction. He shrugged in a carefree manner, as if he knew what happened, but could care less to begin with.
Axel honestly didn’t care. He was getting high every day on the island, enjoying the best weed, wine, and food the place had to offer. If anything, he simply took another pull of his joint, and would calm Rose down with another passionate sex session.
The flight home was just as fun. Chanel and I were satisfied, tired, and completely in sync with taking sleep pills to avoid our anxiety (and Rose’s glares). When we parted ways at the airport, I kissed her at the Uber and thanked her for such a wonderful time.
It was dope. She was dope.
But I couldn’t leave her - or our potential - behind. We were meant for more than just those deliciously sinful - and sentimental - memories.
So here I was on the front steps of her house, knocking loudly on a Friday morning, praying she was up to answer.
Someone peeked through the door before it opened.
There she stood, barefoot in that gorgeous pink polish, eyes wide with shock as she registered my presence.
“Hunter? Hi, what are you doing here?”
My eyes trailed down the plain tank and yoga shorts she wore. Her wild black waves were up in a ponytail, and her tan was still strong. The dark caramel tones in her skin made her smoky grey eyes stand out even more.
I craved to lay her on the floor and pound her then and there, looking into her eyes while she screamed my name.
We’d done a lot of that before we left.
“I came because…” I paused, pushing the Venus ET Fleur box toward her. “I wanted to give you this.”
“Oh Hunter, these are beautiful!” She inhaled them, her eyes rolling from the freshness in the fragrance.
I didn’t want her to thank me. I didn’t want her gratitude. I just needed her to hear me. I wanted her to feel my desire.
“Chanel, I came because that weekend we shared wasn’t enough for me. From the moment we connected, it was explosive. And I want more… I need to know if you want more too.”
Chanel’s grey eyes were almost unreadable, save for the small sparkle in them. We were on the same page, but she wasn’t sure. “But Hunter, you’ve only been single a few weeks. Are you even ready for more than a tropical… fling?”
She said the word with a small flinch, as if it hurt to downgrade the experience.
“I know real passion when I feel it.” I stepped closer, closing my eyes to inhale that decadent strawberry, vanilla, and honey scent that smelled like whipped sex coming off her skin. “I know it when I smell it, hear it, see… and taste it too.”
I opened my eyes, and let them drop between her legs. It was my way of saying I remembered the flavor of her sweet pussy, that sacred honey pot, on my lips. If I were to be honest, the scent of her cunt was still embedded in my nose hairs. It was fucking intoxicating. She had no idea how much she warped my mind.
“Darling, if it’s any indication,” I pulled a velvet box out of my back pocket. “I’m a man who works hard, plays hard, and loves hardest. You’re a hidden treasure, and you don’t need to keep yourself away from the world anymore.
“I know you’re dealing with a lot. I’m not trying to get in the way of any of it. But I also know a strong, capable beauty like yourself needs a determined man like me. I’m willing and able to help you with your bills. I’m willing and able to help you manage your tuition. I’m willing to help you get what you need for you and your mother - no expense too big - to help you both recover from your challenges.”
I dropped to one knee, and popped open the box, revealing a sparkling blue sapphire ring.
“Are you proposing to me?” Chanel gasped.
“I have no solid idea of how far or fast to move things with you,” I humbly admitted. “I just know I’ve gotten a taste of paradise - of you - and I don’t want that taste to end.”
“It’s… that ring is… beautiful.” She looked like she was about to pass out.
Thank God Rose could be bribed to give me screenshots from Chanel’s Pinterest account. “Dream Gifts from Bae” gave me plenty of ideas.
“Beautiful, like you.” I grit and ignored the discomfort of my knee on concrete. “And it’s yours to have. But whether you’ll become my bride or my lady, either way, will you say yes to a chance at something real with me, love?”
“Oh yes, baby!” She squealed. “Yes, yes I do!”
“Great - wait. One more thing.”
“Yes.”
“You can have this ring - but only if you’re willing to admit you made the first move.”
She stuck out her tongue along with that pretty manicured hand. I laughed and kissed the top of it, and then slid her ring on the appropriate finger. As I stood to my feet, she wrapped her arms around me and hiked her legs up. I felt my heart melt as our lips met, and my nose was overwhelmed with the sweet domination of strawberries, vanilla, and honeyed sex as she leaned into my body.
This was my lady. This would be my woman. One day she would be my wife.
But for the rest of my life… she was definitely my paradise.
Chanel’s Epilogue
One Year Later…
“Oh! Fuck! Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me hard!”
I was wailing my damn heart out, creaming all over Hunter’s thick cock as he slammed in and out of me from the back. My diamond wedding ring, even bigger and prettier than the sapphire promise ring he’d given me, glistened as my body was thrust to and fro by my husband’s strong pumps.
“Baby!” Hunter hissed lightly. “Everyone will hear you!”
“I don’t care,” I moaned, gripping the bed harder. “Everyone needs to know how big and delicious your cock feels buried inside of me.”
I grit my teeth and tossed my head back as I threw back my hips on him, determined to grind out another wet orgasm before we collapsed in a heap of limbs.
We were back at Paradise Isle, in the same suite we booked exactly one year ago.
That suite meant everything to me. It’s the place where love brought two guarded souls together, and created something magnificent for the both of us.
Everything was so crazy back then. I was helping my mother recover from cancer, and I was worried sick about paying the bills. Then, I needed to figure out a way to graduate on time.
But then Hunter came along, the perfect man in the most imperfect harebrained scheme I’d ever witnessed.
Who rents a girlfriend to spend a sexless weekend at a couples resort in Jamaica? Him, that’s who.
Who’s crazy (and broke enough) to go along with it? Me, that’s who.
Who’s wild enough to break all the rules for all the right reasons - and not regret any damn part of it?
Us. That’s who!
I admit I was terrified of giving Hunter a chance. He was barely out of his old relationship, and I was scared to take my focus off my mother. But when he showed up at the house, gifts in hand, heart and soul on the line for me, I couldn’t deny what I felt in my spirit.
I was in love with that man from the moment I met him. I just didn’t know how to act, or behave. When I came home, I played it cool, but for the time we were apart, it burned me to even think of another woman experiencing one-tenth the pleasure I felt in his arms.
What’s meant to be is meant to be, they say. And I didn’t put much into fairytales, but when the best sex you’ve ever had runs up to your door with a sapphire ring and 4 dozen expensive roses in a box, you have to throw caution to the wind and live a little.
I guess it also helps when your mother comes to the door with your sister’s assistance, and declares her happiness for you.
“Don’t mold your life around me, Chanel,” she said. “I’ve had a wonderful life, and I’ve got many more years left to celebrate. Take this man, enjoy him, and know that it’s okay to live. You’re only young once.”
So here we were, on our honeymoon, expe
riencing the bliss of being married, tethered to each other, skin to skin and soul to soul. And not just for the weekend.
For life. Especially once I hit him with the news:
I’m pregnant.
He’s going to be a dad.
An amazing, wonderful dad at that.
I couldn’t wait to see the crazy grin on his face as he processes this during another hedonistic weekend in paradise.
But for now, it could wait. Because I could feel the familiar tingling sensation deep in my cunt that meant only one thing.
“Oh baby, yes! Daddy, I’m cummmmmmmming!”
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