Page 82 of Fast and Dirty

The island vibes, time slowing down, the hold we have on each other - all of it has us under the most beautiful spell together. Sand in the ass crack be damned.

West’s trunks get shucked to his knees as he lowers me to the ground. He’s inside me in one swift thrust and I immediately let go, giving into the primal nature of our union.

“Oh fuck, it’s so good,” West groans drawing back and thrusting in again.

“God, yes… fuck me, mayor,” I plead as my nails sink into his skin of his back.

“Oh fuck yeah, I love when you say that,” he grunts, thrusting harder. We’re hot and bothered and the rush of coolwater that floods up around us every few seconds confuses the senses in the best way.

West rolls us so that he’s beneath me and I take over our rhythm.

“Oh fuck yeah, Princess, ride me. You fuck me so good.”

The rush of the waves matches the build of our pleasure as I get closer and closer. The momentum builds, promising the most explosive orgasm of my life.

“Oh my God, I’m close baby, so close!” I keen out, rolling my hips in rhythm with the tide, and then it crests. The rush is so strong and intense I can hardly handle it.

“That’s it baby, go harder,” my husband commands beneath me. “Take it, take all you want.”

I cry out as I feel it hit, writing on top of him as a cry rips it’s way up my throat. West grabs my hips and starts pumping erratically; guiding himself through his own climax. My own is just starting to ebb when he roars like I’ve never heard him before.

“Gaaaaaah!!!!” He practically screams.

Wow… looks like this is a personal best for both of us. So why is he trying to throw me off him?

“Dammit! Shit!” He keeps screaming and squirming beneath me, making a nice indent in the sand.

“What? What?” I panic, trying to place my hands on his chest to calm him.

“It hurts! It’s killing me! Oh my God, my balls! My balls are being ripped off!”

“Holy fuck, what?” I try to ask before West is flipping me off him; rolling us to get himself off the sand which has me landing on something sharp.

“Aggggghhh!” I scream as something hard and super sharp punctures several holes in my ass, or so it feels.

“What? Oh my God baby, what’s the matter?!” West wails, sounding like he’s still in his own hell of pain.

“Something sharp is in my ass!” Is all I can manage as I shriek out in pain.

“HELP!” We both scream in unison.

We’re so in sync and meant to be together.

Thankfully, our cries are met followed pretty quickly by the thumping of rapidly approaching footsteps.

A light is shined in our faces as West does his best to shield my nakedness while holding a hand over his junk.

Sally, the Beagle from Lincs boat appears, sniffing at my face before giving it a lick and I hear Lincs familiar mumbly voice.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“Helllp…” I whimper. “I don’t know what happened but we’re both in so much pain.”

“Something stabbed me in the balls,” West groans in agreement, just as Sally ceases her kiss attack and goes scampering after something near one of the pier posts.

Linc follows her trail with the beam of his flashlight and finds what she’s chasing after.

“Think I found the culprit,” he mumbles and I glance over West’s shoulder just in time to see the dog paw at a crab before is scuttles away in terror.

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