I don’t give her pussy a break. It’s closing around me, pulsing and squeezing and it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever felt. There’s no way I’m pulling out now.
I keep thrusting in and out until she’s breathing heavily with that glossy look in her sexy blue eyes.
“Good girl,” I say as I pull out of her.
She whines as she looks at me like she’s in pain. “No. Put it back in. Please.”
I grin when I see how much she needs me. We have a symbiotic relationship now. She needs my big hard cock as much as I need her juicy little cunt.
“Get on your knees,” I command as I climb on the bed. “And turn around.”
She’s slow moving with the orgasm still chugging through her veins, so I help her up with a rough hand and turn her around.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper as I grab her ass and let my dick fall between her cheeks. I start thrusting up and down, dragging my shaft over her asshole to tease her.
One hole at a time. I’ll be in there one day, but not tonight.
“I love this curly hair,” I say as I grab a fistful of it, tugging her head back.
She whimpers, but I can tell she likes it. Her swaying ass that’s pressing against me lets me know.
“Ready for my cock again?”
“Oh, yes,” she moans. “I’m so ready.”
My heart is pounding as I grab my thick shaft and guide it to her warm hole. She takes me in easier this time and I don’t have to waste any time going slow.
I slap her ass and then grip it as I start to slide in and out of her heat, keeping my hold on her curly blonde hair.
My balls feel so damn full. They’re crammed with hot come that’s destined for her ripe womb. I want this girl bred with my seed so badly. I want my child growing inside her. I want her mine in every way possible.
I drink the spectacular view in from her curly hair bouncing around, to her arched back, to her spread ass cheeks with her perfect little pink asshole pulsing with every thrust I give her. I watch my cock sliding in and out of her, covered in her cream.
I’m going to have to remember this forever. It’s the best day of my life. It’s the day I claimed my one and only’s ripe virgin pussy.
She starts whimpering again and I feel her pussy tighten around me. I can tell she’s about to go off.
I slide my hands around her upper thighs and hold onto her waist as I slam my cock into her over and over again hard and fast.
“Yes,” she cries out as I feel my balls tighten. “I’m going to come.”
Heat surges through my veins as we both erupt at the same time. I thrust in hard and hold my cock there as powerful surge after surge of my hot come releases deep inside her.
She drops her head down to the bed and screams as her pussy pulses around my shaft, milking out every last drop that I have for her.
I think I’m done and then my cock jerks one more time, oozing a little bit more out. I’ve given enough to breed her. It’s enough for her womb to be coated in my seed.
It’s enough to keep me grounded by her side forever.
We fall onto the bed and stare at the ceiling as we catch our breath. It takes a while but it comes.
She lays out on the bed and exhales slowly when she’s mostly recovered. “I’m so hot. I feel like my body is on fire.”
“Let’s go for a dip in the ocean,” I say with a grin as I snake my fingertip up her sweaty stomach and over the curve of her naked breast.
She gets up and hurries over to the furthest window. “Check this out,” she says with a mischievous grin on her face. “Trade secret. It’s removable in case of a fire.”
I walk over as she flicks open a couple of hidden locks and the window slides off into her hands. She places it against the wall and then reaches under the bed and comes back up with a rope ladder with hard plastic bars for steps.
“You’re amazing,” I say as she attaches it to the window and tosses it out.
“Last one in is a rotten egg.” She grins and I gasp as she jumps out. I hear the splash before I make it to the window and there she is, swimming down below with a smile on her face. “It feels great!”
This woman is full of surprises. I jump out the window and land into the warm Caribbean water next to her. The heat and sweat of our lovemaking wash away and I’m left with an invigorated feeling of pure bliss.
“You’re crazy,” I say as she swims over. She kisses me on the lips and laughs as she floats on her back, her big tits floating out of the water.
“We can always swim around to the landing if the ladder is too hard to climb up. The yacht is parked here for the night anyway. The anchor is right—”
Her eyes widen as she looks up at the yacht.
“Oh, shit!”
A rumbling sound fills the air and it starts getting louder and louder as Aubrey panics. “Get to the ladder!”
We both start swimming in a frantic front crawl to the ladder, but when we raise our heads, there’s nothing there. The water pushes us away with a strong wave as the yacht leaves.
“We were supposed to be docked there all night!” she screeches as we tread water.
The yacht gets further and further away very quickly, leaving us floating in the ocean, both completely naked.
The shuttle boat is attached to the landing deck and we can see all the guys at the bar while Julie makes them drinks.
“Hey!” we both holler as we wave our hands. “Come back!”
They don’t hear us over the music and within seconds, the yacht is gone.
“What are we going to do?” Aubrey asks in a panic. We’re far out from the dock, but not too far from the lights over there. It’s definitely swimmable.
“Are you able to swim to that shoreline?” I ask. I’m ready to carry this girl across the ocean if I have to.
“My grandparents lived on a lake, so I’m a decent swimmer,” she says. “I can do it.”
“Okay,” I say with a firm nod. “Let’s go. Nice and calmly.”
We each take a deep breath to calm our nerves and start swimming.
Chapter Eight
Barbara
“How’s the food?” our nice waiter asks. “Is it to your enjoyment?”
I look down at my pasta with fresh jumbo shrimp and back up with a smile. “It’s delicious!”
This whole trip has been wonderful. Harold and I are celebrating our fiftieth wedding anniversary and I feel as in love as I was on our honeymoon all those years ago.
I was so surprised when he told me we were going to the Bahamas. He must have been saving money for the past five years without me knowing.
“More wine?” the waiter asks as he picks up our bottle.
“Yes, please,” Harold says with a smile.
He starts pouring it when there’s a sudden commotion in the water. The beautiful restaurant is right on the shoreline and we have the best table in the house.
“What the hell?” the waiter says with a gasp as he stares at the shapes climbing out of the darkness. He pours our white wine onto Harold’s pasta as we stare in shock at two naked people pulling themselves onto the patio. They stand up and look around with a look of panic on their faces.
It’s a young couple. They’re huffing out deep breaths and trying to cover their wet private parts as everyone on the patio stares at them in shock.
The woman with the curly blonde hair has one hand over her breasts and the other between her legs. I smack Harold whose eyes are practically popping out of his head.
But I should talk. I can’t get enough of the gorgeous man’s huge muscular body.
My mouth drops as he comes right up to our table with a killer smile on his face.
“Can you do me a favor?” he asks as he grabs the tablecloth. “Can you hold those plates up? Great. And pick up the glasses?”
The waiter is holding our plates as Harold and I pick up our wine and water glasses.
The man yanks the tablecloth off our table like a third-rate magicia
n. The salt and pepper shakers, our cutlery, and the centerpiece crash to the floor as he turns back to the girl and wraps our tablecloth around her.
“Sorry about that,” he says with a wince. He eyes our waiter up and down and then starts untying his apron. “I just need to borrow this.”
Our waiter is standing there in shock, holding our plates as the man takes his apron off him and ties it around his own muscular body.
“Thank you,” the man says as he gives me a wink. “Enjoy your meal.”
Everyone on the patio stares at them in shock as they race out of the restaurant on bare feet, leaving wet footprints on the floor.
Now, it’s Harold’s turn to smack my arm.
Because my eyes are locked on the man’s bare ass as they flee the restaurant.
This vacation just keeps getting better!
Chapter Nine
Aubrey
“This is so humiliating,” I say as I stand on the dock, watching in horror as Eivind drives the shuttle boat toward us. Once we escaped the restaurant, we borrowed a cell phone and I called Ted and told him what happened. He turned the yacht around and now Eivind has come to pick us up.
Apparently, the boys returned and said they wanted to head down to Turks and Caicos. They thought we were onboard, so didn’t bother to let us know.
“It’s kind of funny,” Luke says with a laugh.
I look him up and down in that ridiculous green apron and giggle. “You look kind of funny.”
“At least I’m not wearing a tablecloth,” he says and we both burst out laughing.
“I can’t believe my whole staff is going to know about this.”
“Good,” he says with a firm nod. “I want them to know that you’re mine now. I want everyone on the planet to know that Aubrey Riddle is off-limits.”
“But just for this week, right?” It just kind of slips out. “I mean, come on. You have a big company to run in New York City. You’re not going to stay here for me.”
“Yes, I will.”
I smile sadly. I don’t believe him. “It’s nice to have the vacation fantasy, but that’s all it is. A fantasy. You’ll leave and go back to your regular life. Everyone always does.”
“I’m not everyone,” he says as he takes my hand.
I gasp as he drops to his knee and looks me in the eye.
“What are you doing?”
“Aubrey,” he says slowly. “Will you marry me?”
“Stop teasing me. It’s not nice.”
“I’m not teasing you. I want to marry you. I want to be like that couple whose tablecloth you’re now wearing. I want to be with you for the long haul. I want to be with you forever.”
“You’re proposing to me in an apron?”
He laughs. “It’s not perfect. Our life won’t be perfect, but if we’re together, it’s going to be pretty damn close.”
I don’t know why I say yes, but no other word comes to my mind. The truth is that no one has ever made me feel as special as Luke makes me feel. No one has ever got me so excited. Excited physically, excited mentally, and excited for the future. I want to be with him.
I want to see where this goes.
“Yes,” I say again. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He leaps up and grabs me in his arms. I laugh, feeling complete bliss as he spins me around like I’m flying.
And just like that, I’m engaged to the man of my dreams.
Chapter Ten
Luke
“Did you have fun?” I ask Gabriel as the yacht pulls into the dock back in Miami.
He’s so pale as he looks at me with bloodshot eyes. “I don’t know,” he says with a hoarse voice. “I don’t really remember a whole lot of it.”
“Thanks for inviting me,” I say as I give him a friendly slap on his back. He burps. “Really, I mean it. This has changed everything for me.”
“I’m glad,” he says as we watch Eivind and Knot throw some bumpers overboard as the land crew waves Captain Vos in. “I want your whole family at my wedding. It would mean a lot to me.”
“We’re there,” I say with a nod. “As long as I can bring my girl.”
Right on time, Aubrey walks over looking sexy as hell in a pair of white capris and her turquoise work shirt. Her curly blonde hair is loose on her shoulders and she’s got a gleam in her eye as she stands beside me.
We’ve spent the last three days in my room, having sex on the bed, in the bathtub, in the shower, and even in the walk-in closet. I keep thinking I’m going to tire her out, but she’s always game for more. She’s my kind of girl.
After the yacht picked us up in our tablecloth and apron outfits, there was no need to hide our relationship anymore. Everyone onboard knew what we were up to. They teased us a little but were cool about it.
Captain Vos gets the yacht parked and the guys start heading out, waving to the staff as they go. I’d say I’m going to miss these guys, but that’s not really true. I still don’t really know their names. I’ve been solely focused on this fine girl for the entire trip.
“I’ll see you guys in six months,” Gabriel says with a wave. He walks off the yacht all hunched over like he took a beating. With the amount of alcohol he consumed, I know his liver took one heck of a pounding.
“I’m free!” Aubrey says as she turns to me with a smile. She had a bunch of vacation days saved up during her four years working at the yacht charting company and I was thrilled when she told me she was ready to take a big chunk of them.
The first thing I did was call my brothers to let them know that I’d be back in a month. Maybe longer.
“When is the jet flying back?” Westin asked in a panic.
I grinned into the phone. “It’s mine for the month.”
“Do you know how much gas is on that thing and the pilots aren’t—”
I didn’t let him finish. He’ll be pissed at all of the miles we’re going to put on it, but he’s just going to have to deal with it. Nothing is going to stop me from spending time with my girl.
“Are you sure you want to go to Texas?” Aubrey asks, staring at me in disbelief. “I told you how shitty the town was, didn’t I?”
“I want to see where you grew up,” I tell her. “And it’s important to me to ask your parents for your hand in marriage before I make it official with a ring.”
She gets that big smile on her face that always warms my heart.
“So… There’s going to be a ring?”
“Of course, there’s going to be a ring!” I say as I grab her hand. “Texas first, then ring shopping, and then we celebrate anywhere on the planet you want to go.”
“I’ve never been to Paris,” she says with her eyebrows raised. “Or Thailand. Or New Zealand. What do you think?”
“We have a month and a private jet with a personal pilot. I think we should go to all of them.”
She squeals as I squeeze her hand and we walk off the yacht.
Into our future.
Into endless possibility.
Together.
Forever…
Epilogue
Luke
Six Months Later…
“Are all of the weddings you guys attend this extravagant?” Aubrey asks as she looks around the luxurious hall in awe.
“No way,” Westin says. “This must have cost at least twenty million.”
“For the buffet maybe,” Brooke says. “The bride’s dress alone is at least half a mil. It was designed by Gianna Vizziello!”
“Wow,” Eli says with a gasp. “Wait, am I supposed to know who that is?”
Brooke frowns at him. “Only people with style would know who that is, so no.”
The whole family is sitting at a table during Gabriel’s wedding. It was nice of him to invite us, but then again, there are over seven hundred people here. He probably invited his entire kindergarten class.
I look around the table with a smile on my face. Nolan whispers something into Arya’s ear and she blushes shyly.
“Hey
!” Westin warns as he slaps the table. “Don’t go sneaking off. We don’t want to lose more business on account of you two.”
Eli and Carrie are sitting on Aubrey’s left and I’m on her right. Brooke and Westin are both still single, so they came alone.
“It’s such a beautiful wedding,” Aubrey says as she looks around in wonder. “I thought weddings like this only happened for royalty or in movies.”
Gabriel really did go all out. There are white flower arrangements the size of trees every few feet, the finest champagne on the planet, an army of ice sculptures, so much lobster I’m worried the species might be extinct after this, and I heard a rumor that John Legend is warming up backstage.
It must have cost an absolute fortune.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Eli says to her with a laugh. “Your fiancée is broke now that he’s investing in rundown surf shops rather than hedge funds.”
“That surf shop is the fastest-growing retail store in the US,” I snap back. “Twenty-six retail stores in the past two years! And Cline Corp is now a majority shareholder with a thirty-five percent ownership.”
Aubrey runs her hand over mine as she smiles up at me proudly. We have been killing it in the Caribbean lately. I’ve been following her around on the yacht, finding and investing in all sorts of businesses in the tourism sector. Even Westin is impressed, which is saying a lot.
After we traveled the world for a month, we returned to the Caribbean and I sent the jet home to Westin. I told Brooke and all my brothers that I was setting up shop down there and there wasn’t anything they could do about it. I still go up to New York every six weeks or so for family dinners and the odd business function, but I’m shopping for a beachfront villa in the Cayman Islands with my girl. She just quit her job on the yacht and is coming to work with me. I can’t wait.
“Hello, everyone.” We all look up to see a pretty young woman standing at our table. She’s wearing a beautiful red dress and has long red hair. “I’m the sister of the groom, Victoria Brown.”
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