Page 55 of Anyone But You
“Victoria,” I said suddenly.
“What’s up, Knox Berry Farm?” she asked, squeezing water from her braids.
It’s Knott’s Berry Farm….
“Love makes you do crazy things sometimes, you know that?”
“Oh? Is that why Naomi Lereaux wanted to ice you because she loved you?”
I barked out a laugh and pushed myself off the wall. “No, there was no love there,” I said, extending a hand to her. She accepted it and allowed me to pull her into an embrace. “Love makes you do crazy things like planning a romantic getaway for you and your executive assistant under the guise of a business trip.”
“Mmmm,” Victoria contentedly hummed when I squeezed her ass. I slowly inched her skirt up her hips and was relieved she wasn’t wearing panties.
“I may not have been on your vision board, but you were on mine as soon as you entered my office. I knew I wanted you, and I’d have you by any means necessary,” I admitted as I slowly eased two fingers into her. She was warm and wet, and her arousal was leaking down my fingers in no time as I prepped her to take me. “While you were preoccupied hating every fiber of my being, I was busy loving every part of you—every scowl, every satisfied smirk when you put me in my place, every accidental brush of the fingers when you handed me documents.” My thumb brushed against her clit, and she nearly crumbled. “Not yet, baby,” I whispered against her lips as my taunting caresses slowed. “I was so unreasonably enamored with you that seeing your name scrawled on documents angered me.” Victoria’s browtilted in confusion through the lust. “I’d see your last name and wanted to scratch it out and write mine there instead.”
“Jesus, Knox. You need help,” she moaned, burying her face into my neck.
“I disagree. You said I’m a changed man,” I said, picking her up. Her legs and arms secured around me, and I didn’t hesitate to drop my pants.
“I…I…mmm, I take it back,” she whimpered when I buried myself into her.
“I don’t give a fuck, Victoria. You can take it back,” I replied, thrusting deeply until her nails dug into my shoulders. “I’ll just spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
I paused my vows temporarily to get a couple of strokes in and savor how she fit me like a fucking glove. We simultaneously groaned in disappointment when I pulled out, but I had a sudden urge to see my soon-to-be wife bent over with her ass slapping against my pelvis.
Seconds passed, and Victoria’s speech slurred as I drilled into her from behind. One of her hands grasped the side of my thigh, and her other gripped the moist cavern wall. Her hand slipped down the wall, and in a flash, I was there, catching her wrist and slapping her hand back against the wall. I pressed my palm against the back of her hand for support.
Because there’s no way I’ll ever let my wife fall.
“It doesn’t matter if we’re on the island or off the island—I will always love… cherish… protect… and provide for you,” I said between thrusts. “If you want an addition to our condo with the million-dollar view, then I’ll build it. If you want a papaya from the tallest tree on the island, then I’ll climb it. If you want a lobster with claws bigger than your fucking head, then I’ll dive to the depths of the sea to catch it. My love for you may be viewed by most as unhealthy, chaotic, and obsessive, but you made me this way.” Victoria tapped on my thigh rapidly, alerting me thatshe’d be gushing on me any minute and that I needed to wrap my vows up.
“In closing, I know when the jet crashed that you probably wished you were with anyone but me, but for me, it was always you. I take you to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part.”
Victoria’s pleasured wails reverberated off the walls. Her pussy strangled, and I was trying to hold out until she finished, but her orgasm was endless.
Come on, Knox. You have to pull out.
I used the last shred of my self-control and common sense and pulled out. My cum jetted across Victoria’s ass and back, blending naturally with the fabric of her sundress.
“I do,” Victoria responded as she tried to catch her breath.
“As you should,” I said boastfully.
“I know you said you’d tell me your middle name if we were rescued, but as your island wife, I think I should know,” she said. She pulled herself up and slipped her soiled dress off, leaving her as naked as the day she was born and making my dick stand to attention again.
“I suppose it’s only fair. We’ll consider it a wedding present. My middle name is Giovanni.”
“Giovanni?” she squealed. “I didn’t know you were Italian.”
“On my mother’s side.”
“Uh-uh. I need you to spend more time with your mother when we’re rescued because I need her to become my pasta plug. Can I call you Gio?”
“You can call me anything you want as long as it’s not That Man Over There.”
“Giovanni,” she mumbled to herself as she scanned me analytically. “Mhm. I can see it now. I was way off with Sharkeisha.”
“No shit. Let’s go, Wife. The rain stopped. I’ll make dinner tonight. What do you want?” I asked, cleaning my cum off her.
