Page 64 of The Surfer

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COVE

I fuckRipley hard on our secret beach, just the way she asks me to. In amongst the sand and the crashing waves behind us, we fuck in a place we know no other people except for us have ever been.

It’s so fucking sexy.

Only Ripley and I have wandered on this patch of earth. Our own secret beach is our own secret love nest. We fuck under the hot Australia sun with me still freshly dripping wet from the ocean water, and when we kiss on the sand, we both taste of the salt of the sea. It is natural and pure and raw.

It’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.

And we go hard at it.

The woman’s a sexual goddess. She melts in my embrace as I thrust into her and I love that. She gives me permission to be in total control, to take full responsibility for her pleasure, and it’s fucking glorious. Sexy. It’s not a responsibility I take lightly. I eagerly use my fingers and drive deep inside her wet inviting sex, tenderly touching her in a way that makes her luscious body shake with uncontrolled joy.

I’m in control of her pleasure. I’m the one who makes her groan when and where I want her to.

It’s a responsibility I don’t take for granted, that I work extra hard at.

I revel in her unsuppressed moans as my fingers dig deeper. I curl them inside her and feel how she responds to my touch. Her rising moans of pleasure and ecstasy make my erection rock hard as I’m turned on more and more with every thrust of my fingers into her warm pussy. We stare deep into each other’s eyes as I gladly make her writhe in delight with just the flick of my finger on her engorged clit.

Shake for me, darling. Shake for me.

She is totally, completely, utterly under my control.

And I love it.

“I’m aching for you, Cove,” she whispers between groans as my fingers flick inside her. “I’m aching all over for your massive dick.”

“Don’t worry,” I reply with a smile on my face. Ripley leans up to hungrily bite my lip as she groans again. “I’m going to give it to you.”

Oh, I am.

I’ve snuck in a condom down to the secret beach in preparation for this moment. When I know she can’t take any more of my fingers and simply wants my cock to force inside her, I slip the condom onto my hard dick, and, with one thrust, I enter Ripley.

Yes.

Her eyes go wild, and she murmurs such a sexual and climatic gasp that fires me up. I can’t restrain myself.

I want her. I want all of her.

This is where I’m supposed to be. Inside her.

Her hands dart across my body as I fuck her hard. She’s reaching out for me, grabbing at me all over. It’s rough. Wild. Exciting.

And I’m in control.

She squeals as I pump away and it’s hard not to cum as she stares at me with such powerful longing in her beautiful brown eyes.

I lean over her, our mouths almost touching. I’m teasing her, teaching her a lesson like how I’ve been teaching her surfing. Our lips lightly touch. Her mouth’s wet and her breath’s hot.

“Please,” she whispers.

She’s begging me. Begging me to fuck her even harder. Begging me to kiss her.

“Stay quiet, girl, and let my cock do all the talking.”

She leans up and bites my lip again, begging me to kiss her. And so, I do. Our lips seal in a passionate lock. She kisses me like she’s possessed, like her hunger can’t be satiated without devouring me whole. I fuck her hard and we kiss even harder.