Page 6 of Totally Shipped
I do, and feel my body clench in both fear and excitement. I’m sweating and panting, just a mess of lust.
“I’m surprised he can get that thing in your tight little pussy,” Killian murmurs, “like fucking you with an oak tree.” He licks my bottom lip then looks at Gray. “No thrusting yet, macushla, just keep that thing in her tight pussy.” He reaches down a hand and starts to tease my clit, the finger circling around and around, then slowly up and down the sides of my nub. Along with the intense stretch from Gray, the feelings are instantly sending my skyward towards another orgasm.
“Ok, baby, you can feck her now,” Killian commands. Gray doesn’t need telling twice. My pussy is obliterated as at the same time Killian’s clever fingers tap and tease my clit. My heart hammers and I can hear all kinds of noises coming out of my throat. Gray goes even faster and harder than groans, expanding wider and shooting hot cum so deep inside me, I'm surprised I'm not crying cum tears. Killian stops teasing me and rubs in the exactly the perfect place, sending me into a second orgasm which is even deeper and harder than the first.
Afterwards we cuddle together, my body trapped between two walls of muscle. I feel safe and cared for.
REX
Daisy wanders up the beach, hand-in-hand-in-hand with Gray and Killian.
Fuck those guys.
I get up to go chop more firewood.
Ever since we booted Harvey, everyone acts like we are on fuckingLove Island—whatever that shit is.
Hello, people! We are actually in a disaster situation.
“I’m off to the pool,” she calls out. Gray and Killian blow her fucking kisses, then head off fishing again.
“Take someone with you,” I growl.
“I’ll be fine,” she replies, giving me a bright smile.
Fuck that. Harvey may be gone, but I don’t like how overconfident everyone is getting.
“Take. Someone. With. You.”
I’ve expressly told Key and Daisy to not go off on their own. There are a thousand dangers on this island. Trip over a root, break an ankle. Get bitten by a snake, die of poisoning. Eat the wrong fruit,die of poisoning(or almost die—I’m looking at you, Leander).
I watch Daisy go blithely off into the jungle, against my direct order.
I put down the ax of hell and grab some shoes. Fuck.
I honestly don’t give a shit about all the fucking. I just can’t get my head around their carelessness with safety.
Leander and Key are deep in a game of chess, using a board Leander made. No idea how to play that shit. I’m not gonna lie, sometimes Leander makes me feel inadequate in the brains department.
But I’ll keep his fucking girlfriend safe.
And if I was fucking her, I’d make him feel inadequate in a whole different way.
I walk along the path to the pool and within a couple of minutes catch up to her.
“Are you following me?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
It’s not even five fucking minutes later, halfway to the pool, when she stops suddenly and leans her hand against a tree.
“You alright?”
I see her body tremble slightly.
“Daisy?”
