I need to see her cream coating me, making it so I can’t even see the skin of my cock, just her come, just her release.
She gasps as I arch my back, pushing myself even deeper inside of her, finding places within her she never even dreamed existed.
“Oh, oh,” she gasps.
“You’re getting so tight,” I growl. “I can feel how close you are.”
“Solomon, sir, baby, oh.”
I lean down and take her breast in my mouth. I have to contort my massive body, but it’s worth it to taste how hot and needy her nipples are, surging with desire, pulsating with it.
I fuck her ragged, causing the bed to shake. It’s like the whole ocean is shivering beneath us, a tsunami tearing through this moment and driving us both wild.
I lean back again, looking down into her eyes. They shimmer and widen, and then her eyelids start to flicker as she loses herself in the euphoria.
I can read every tiny change in her, in the release that bubbles up inside of her.
I ram into her with even more power, the room filled with my beastly groaning and her unchained moans and screams.
Our bodies make wet, intoxicating sounds as I fuck her harder and faster each moment, using her so savagely now all she can do is gyrate and buck on the end of my dick.
“Come,” I growl. “Now, now, now.”
“Ah, ah,” she cries. “Oh. Yes, yes.”
She throws her head back and her neck turns red with tension, her veins bulging. Her nipples are perky and hard and the veins on her ample round breasts seem to bulge with her ecstasy.
Every part of her is committed to this moment.
I have to push with even more power to drive through her tightening hole, her pussy gripping me so hard all I can feel is the tension at the helm of my cock, tingling and buzzing as I race closer and closer to my own climax.
I stare down in wonder as her pussy gifts me her thick white cream, waves and waves of it squirting down my engorged length, pulsing and shimmering. There’s so much of it, it smears across her lips and her clit as I push deeper into her glistening hole.
She opens her eyes, her lips twisted into a smile of shock and release.
“Beg me to come in you,” I snap. “Fucking beg.”
“Please,” she moans, trying her best to bounce in time with my frantic thrusts.
I love how much my little virgin tries.
She’s perfect.
I love her. I love her.
I fucking love her.
“Come in me, sir,” she cries. “Please, Solomon. Please, please, please.”
The last please comes out strangled and shaky, as though she doesn’t think she can take this ruthless pounding for much longer.
I let out a roar when the tension at the end of my cock becomes too much to handle, all of it exploding in a sudden release that just feels right.
I’ve been waiting all my life to feel this tight virgin cunt clutch my dick like this.
I collapse atop her, crushing her breasts with my chest, laying my face against her hair, and inhaling her just-Sophia scent as my seed pumps deep inside her.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, catching my breath, rolling aside once the pleasure has passed.
And yet I can still feel it lurking beneath the surface, my cock already twitching as though it’s going to get hard again.
Sophia lays her head on my chest, digging her fingernails into my side. She kisses my sweaty skin and lets out a captivating sigh.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs. “Wasn’t it?”
I smirk and lean down, kissing the top of her sex-tangled hair.
“You don’t have to be nervous or self-conscious about sex ever again,” I tell her. “You were incredible. You were everything I knew you’d be. Don’t you see, Sophia? Our bodies know what to do.”
She hugs closer to me, letting out a contented sigh.
I won’t tell her now. It’ll ruin the moment.
But soon, maybe once we’re back on the deck, I’ll have to let her know.
It’s time to tell Caitlin.
I’ve probably just put a baby in my woman’s womb.
Already, our future is growing inside of her.
Keeping it quiet for much longer just isn’t an option.
But for now, I’m content to lie here with her, listening to the sound of the wind rustling the curtains and the ocean lapping at the yacht beyond the balcony.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sophia
I move my hands over my belly, nerves swirling and cascading endlessly. Ever since we made love on the yacht yesterday, I knew that we’d have to tell Caitlin eventually. Solomon told me as much when we went above deck.
But knowing it and feeling it are two very different things.
I look around the café, quiet at this time of the afternoon. The coffee machine hisses and seems ridiculously loud, as though the noise is twisting into my mind and trying to drive me crazy.
My heart lightens when I see Solomon walking by the window, heading for the entrance. For a second, I forget about Caitlin and all the complications telling her brings, and I just admire how tall and handsome and dashing he is.
And he’s mine.
Forever.
After I gave my virginity to him, we went above deck for some snacks and drinks, and then we returned to our cabin and made love a second time.
I was nervous as heck as I climbed atop him, placing my hands on his chest, digging my fingernails into his irrepressible muscles.
I imagined his lips parting into a laugh.
But instead, his smirk became savage and focused, and his intense eyes stared into me like I was hypnotizing him.
He swaggers over to me, standing over the table. I can tell he’s feeling this moment as much as I am by the way his body tenses, his shoulders bulging, everything about him looking pent-up and ready to explode.
“Want a drink?” he asks.
“I’ll take a soda,” I murmur. “I don’t think I could drink another coffee.”
He nods, and then pauses and leans close to me. His cologne and his manly musk washing over
