Page 11 of Curves and Courage

Slowly, she nods. “Yes, Samuel. I’m yours.”

That’s all I need to hear. I capture her lips in mine, kissing her with a harsh demand that asks everything of my girl. She responds immediately, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me against her in a kiss that raw and filled with the need that’s been building inside me since the moment we met.

The rest of the world falls away, the music, the people… none of it matters. All that exists right now, is her. That, and the overwhelming feeling of needing to claim her, to mark her as mine.

I break the kiss, my breathing heavy, my forehead resting against her as I try to regain some semblance of control. It’s useless, of course. I have no control when it comes to Stella. None whatsoever.

The desire, the possessiveness. It’s all too strong. Too powerful to ignore.

“I need you, Stella,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust. “Now.”

Her eyes darken with desire and she bites her bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth. “Then take me.”

That’s all the permission I need. I grab her hand, pulling her away from the crowd, through the bar and out to the empty deck. My pace is fast, my grip on her tight as I lead her down the corridor, desperate to get her to my penthouse as quickly as possible.

“Samuel,” Stella gasps from behind me, yanking on my arm so I slow down. “Take me here. Right now.”

I swallow and look around. We’re in a secluded place, a dark corner of the ship. There is no one around and I’m sure we won’t be disturbed. It’s the perfect place, because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on, and judging by the look in her eyes, neither can she.

I waste no time pressing up to her against the wall, my heavy, aching body pinning her in place. Our eyes lock for a second, and I see the same need, the same hunger reflected in her gaze.

My lips brush against her ear and I whisper, “You’re mine, Stella. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

She whimpers and pulls me to her mouth, my hands exploring her body with a desperation that matches the kiss on our lips. This primal urge is too much, and my cock is pressing against my zipper with a painful plea to escape. I need to unleash this raw energy, right fucking now.

“Oh, Samuel,” Stella murmurs into the cool night air as I dip to bite her neck, moving down to her collarbone as her fingers find my hair. “Mmmmm, oh God. This is good. So good.”

Just as I go to unbuckle my belt, Stella’s hands beat me to it. She bites at my lip, working my pants lose as I lift her dress up, my hands reaching behind to cup that round, plump backside that’s been driving me wild all day. I give a hard squeeze and her hands dive into my underwear, gripping my cock and letting it burst free.

With a carnal groan, I grab at Stella’s panties, yanking them down so she can position my big hard cock at her soaked opening.

“Oh, Samuel,” she moans, using my cock to rub against her clit. “Fuck,yes…”

My thick head gets soaked as she strokes me slowly, using the tip of my cock to prepare her dripping pussy for my massive size. I groan against her soft skin, the scent of her driving me so wild, I think I might cum the moment I’m inside her.

“I need you,” I grunt, moving my hips back and forth so my cock slides against her folds. “Right fucking now.”

She clings to my shoulders, her nails digging in as I push up, my length finding her sweet hole and sliding right inside. She cries out, my thick cock sliding deep into her wet pussy, tearing through her walls as I release a growl against her neck.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me,” I grunt, thrusting hard and fast. “You hear me? Fucking made for me.”

“Yes, all yours,” Stella moans, moving her hip to allow the angle to deepen. I pound into her and her sultry eyes connect with mine. “Mmmmmhmmmm… Oh yes, yes. Fuck me, Samuel. Yes, please…”

I pull my hips back and slam back inside with all my force. Stella screams and I grip her ass, digging my claws in so her body presses hard up against mine. I’m already teetering on the edge, she feels so fucking good.

I can feel her body trembling beneath me, my strong frame holding her steady as her nails rake down my back, leaving a trail of fire that only spurs me to go faster, deeper. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the enclosed space, somewhere in the depths of the ship, our passion finally allowed to spill over.

“Fuck, Stella,” I growl, my voice thick with lust. I can feel her walls squeezing me, and I know she’s close, so fucking close.“You’re so damn tight. I’m gonna fuck this pussy for the next two weeks straight. You hear me?”

Her head falls back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat. I can’t resist. I bite the tender skin, sucking hard so it leaves a mark when I pull back. She gaps, her body clenching around my cock as her cries rise in pitch.

“Cum for me,” I demand, my voice a raw command as I slam into her harder. “Cum all over my cock, baby. I need to feel your sweet juices all over me.”

She bucks beneath me, her body writhing in a desperate attempt to take me over the edge with her. She tightens and I do exactly that, her pussy milking my cock. It’s all I can do to hold onto her as we fall into each others arms, our orgasms so powerful I swear the entire fucking ship rocks from side to side.

The pleasure is blinding, and as we fall down from the climax, our limbs are a tangled mess. We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath as we dress again.

“That was incredible,” Stella murmurs, her voice laced with satisfaction.

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