“I’ve never come–” I moan again as he keeps working me nice and wide. And I know I need it if I want his massive cock to fit inside. God, do I ever. I want this barbarian to make my pussy weep and my shoulders shake – I want him to make me scream as an orgasm winds through me and – oh God. Yes. That orgasm is here. “Flint,” I cry. “Oh, yes, yes, ohhh.”
My heart pounds as he gets me off. I thought I was already in paradise but this – right here, under this lean-to – is next-level.
“You’re a squirter,” he tells me, his fingers deep within my cunt, and I see my juice hitting his chest as he kneels before me, his hands on my ankles, lifting my feet in the air. “Look at that virgin pussy,” he groans. “So ripe, so ready.”
“Show me,” I beg him. “Show me how ready I am.”
6
Flint
Everything about Fancy turns me on, and as she lies on her back, open, able and willing, my cock pulses with desire.
Who gets lucky like this? The woman of their dreams falling into their arms?
I won’t second-guess it any further – I am here for whatever the Universe wants to give me.
God knows the first eighteen years of my life were hell on earth. Might as well accept the good things that come my way now.
And Fancy is a good thing. The best fucking thing.
Her body is perfection; her tits are big and round, her ass nice and juicy, her pussy pink and wet, her eyes so full of want it makes me nearly lose my load before I’ve even sunk inside her sweet canal.
“Don’t make me wait any longer,” she whispers as I begin to ease myself inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
She smiles, an intelligence in her eyes that tells me she knows exactly what she is getting. A real man. A real cave man, devoted to her.
“Oh, Flint,” she moans, “you’re so…”
I grin before kissing her. “So what?”
“So everything.”
I blow hot air in her ear as I fill her up, inch by inch, wrapping this sweet thing in my arms, thanking my lucky stars to have her here at all. It’s been a long time of waiting and wanting – and now, fuck. “I’m going to come so fast,” I tell her.
“No worries,” she sighs contently. “You said we have all the time in the world, right?”
Her body seems to melt against mine, and we roll in pleasure, moving as one. I groan as her tight pussy walls clench around my shaft, teasing me with her pure innocence, her untouched hole now filled by me.
She begins to whimper with pleasure as I fill her all the way up to the brim, and she is panting loudly, crying out in delight, full in a way she never imagined she could be. Entirely.
We come together, in a way that feels written in the stars, and she holds onto me so tight as her body experiences the ride of her whole damn life.
“Fuck,” I groan, coming inside her sweet cunt the way she needs, the way I want. And when I finish I wrap her up in my arms, swearing to God I’ll always protect her.
She’s catching her breath. We’re hot and sweaty and exhausted in the best possible way.
“Thirsty?” I ask and she nods, smiling.
“Wait, let’s drink this,” she says, pulling out two cans of sparkling wine.
“You want to drink that on day one? You might regret it a year or two from now.”
She shakes her head. “No. This feels celebratory. Like the start of something… wild.”
She hands me a can and we pop the tops. I touch my can to hers. “To Fancy falling into my arms.”
She smiles, the sun setting behind her, the warm air surrounding us, the ocean waves a constant roar reminding us that this is real – this is no daydream.
We drink our wine, naked and blissed out.
“This is the best day of my whole fucking life,” I admit.
Fancy smiles. “I feel that way too. I mean, the best and the worst. No offense.”
“None taken.” I take another drink, the sweet bubbles exploding in my mouth. “I remember in the first months here, I thought I was going to lose my mind, I was so alone.”
“You said when you came here you didn’t have any family to lose. What happened?” she asks.
I lean back, looking for the right words. “Never knew my father, my mom split town when I was two, and I stayed with my aunt for a while before drugs got the best of her. Was in foster care, too, growing up. I know how bad it is.”
I meet Fancy’s eyes, seeing a part of her I know she doesn’t show many people.
“I’m sorry,” she says, taking my hand.