Page 77 of Stranded

“Crab sucker, you’re huge,” I whisper, eyeing the beast in front of me. Hopefully, I can fit that thing inside my mouth, and I am more than eager to try. I lean forward and lick his tip, making it twitch in approval.

Slowly I press my mouth over him and am happy to know I can, in fact, fit him in my mouth. I move my head up and down, as I did with Kingsley, until Weston’s hands move to my head and he takes control. Instantly, wetness leaks down my thighs and I groan as the need for more starts to hit me.

Kingsley grabs my hips and moves me to my knees with my ass in the air. He pushes my legs further apart until I’m completely exposed.

“Fuck, baby, your hot little mouth feels so good on my cock,” Weston hisses out just before I feel Kingsley latch onto my clit from behind.I moan around Weston, not even realizing that was possible from this position.

Something grazes my nipples, and my eyes fly open, seeing a grinning Bower reaching underneath me. “You gonna come like this, Tink? With Weston’s giant cock in your mouth and Kingsley’s mouth on your dripping pussy?”

I whimper, making Weston swear. Kingsley starts thrusting his tongue into me, and I buck my hips back against him, seeking more. He pinches my clit between his fingers at the same time Bower pinches my nipples and I scream my release on Weston’s cock.

“I’m gonna come, baby!” he cries out as he tries to pull me off him, but I don’t budge and he takes the hint, his fingers moving to hold my head as he thrusts himself up into me three more times. Then I feel his cock hit the back of my mouth and his cum shoots straight down my throat.

I swallow him down greedily, not wanting to lose a drop as my own orgasm sends little sparks of pleasure through my entire body. I realize I haven’t collapsed because Bower’s got an arm wrapped around my waist, holding me against him.

When Weston is done, I pull back and let my body sag against Bower. He manages to undress me and settle me sideways in his lap, gently rocking me back and forth.

I blink my eyes up at him, a feeling of warmth and contentment like I’ve never felt before enveloping me.

“Hi. You feeling better?”

“Mmm, much,” I mumble, leaning my head against him. “Why did you take off my clothes after we did… all of that?”

“I figured you’d want to clean up in the ocean, but no rush, let’s wait until you get some energy back.”

“You might be waiting a while,” I murmur as I close my eyes and sigh.

I’ve never felt so relaxed before. At least not on this island. Spending time with them in the hut was great, we got to know each other on a deeper level. But this level of intimacy was something I never knew was possible. The fact that we hadn’t even had sex yet was actually unbelievable.

I couldn’t imagine anything being better than what we just shared.

Chapter thirty

Kingsley

Itry not to laugh as Bowers slips down the vine, landing hard on his ass with an “Oomph!”

Zee, as usual, rushes to his side to make sure he’s okay. When she isn't looking directly at him, he sends us a quick wink, making me roll my eyes.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” West groans from beside me, where only I can hear him. “He’s doing that on purpose.”

Bower’s been begging Zee for days to teach him how to swing from the vines like she does. And today, she finally agreed. When he fell the first time, Zee was all over him, making sure he was okay, and it was clear he liked the fussing. What’snotclear is if he’s continuing to fall on purpose or not.

Zee runs her hands all over him, looking for injuries. “Can you really blame him?” I ask, knowing it’s not the worst idea he’s ever had.

When she decides he’s fine and wraps her arms around his waist in a big hug, West practically growls beside me in frustration. “I can’t take this anymore.” He stomps over to them, demanding, “I think Bower needs a break, it’s my turn.”

She releases Bower and turns to West in surprise. “You want to learn, too?”

“Yes,” he says with a nod of his head.

“Alright, Bower, you can take a break and rest your hands while I teach Weston.” I can’t help but smile at the glare he gives West before he walks over to join me near the fire pit.

He stands at my side with his arms crossed over his chest as he stares at the two of them while she explains to West how to hold on to the vine.

Glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, I see a look of frustration on his face, making me chuckle. “You aren’t really pouting right now, are you?”

Immediately, he drops his frown and looks at me, feigning innocence. “No, of course not.”

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