Page 35 of Glamour & Gumballs

“Fine,” I said.

“Good.” He lowered his forehead to rest against mine, his gigantic cock still pressing against my clit. I would get hornier the longer he stayed in that position, but I couldn’t bring it up. Not without letting him win.

So, I waited.

A minute passed.

And another.

And another.

My breathing picked up, my heartbeat following suit.

My clit started throbbing the way his cock had.

I needed more.

Needed him.

“Tell me what I was doing to you in this fantasy,” he murmured.

I bit my lip to stop myself from groaning.

“Unless you’d rather see what we did in mine.”

My legs hooked around his waist of their own volition.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force them to let go, but it didn’t work. I wanted him too damn much.

“Show me.” I couldn’t stop the words from slipping out.

My mind spun for a moment—and when it righted itself, we were on the Survival island again.

The rain fell lightly, and I was draped over his body. The shelter was empty around us, his erection nestled between my thighs exactly how I wanted it.

The smell of what had to be his desire filled my lungs.

The wetness between my legs had me shifting slightly, moving against him.

His hands were on my ass, his grip light but unmistakably possessive as he slipped his hands beneath the light, damp fabric of my shorts and built-in panties.

I sucked in an unsteady breath at his grip on my backside.

Though it didn’t feel entirely real—I could tell it wasn’t actually happening—it was real enough.

He kneaded my ass slowly for a few minutes, his touch encouraging my movements as I rocked lightly against his cock. When my breathing was uneven, my abdomen tight with need, his fingers finally slid up my center.

I gasped when he dragged them through my wetness, over my clit.

“You’re already ready for me.” He nipped lightly at my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I need you now.”

He slid a finger inside me, and I moaned softly.

“Louder, Chaos. I want every man on this island to know who you belong to.” He added a second finger, and I cried out as he stretched me, still toying with my clit too. “You’re too fucking tight. It’ll take time to?—”

“No.” I pressed my forehead to his neck, arching my hips until the head of his cock was pressed against my slit, forcing the fabric of my shorts inside me with him and pinning his fingers down. “Take me now, or I’ll get myself off with my fingers.”

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