Page 18 of His Curvy Castaway Obsession - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

I’d ride out more than a little rough weather to claim Zoe, I’d walk through the gates of hell if I had to. I know she wants me and I need her more than ever, now’s the time to make her mine, come what may.

Her hands run over my upper body as I hover above her, angling my thickness straight towards her twitching hole. She’s writhing under me already, whining for me to give it to her, every fucking inch.

I love how she talks dirty, she’s a virgin, sure, but she knows what she wants and she’s not shy in telling me how she wants it.

“Argh! Fuck me Michael, fill me up… give it to me…”

I moan louder, drowned out by the wind as I trace my throbbing round tip around her entrance. Her hands go to my ass, pulling me forward, straight into her as she gasps, taking in half of my length in one go. She winces a little, then I feel her give into me completely, I push firmly and glide deep inside her as we both groan with pleasure. The total sense of completion is incredible. I’ve never felt better, more content anywhere or with anyone other than this moment.

As if on cue, the thunder and rain intensifies with each of her bucking thrusts, I’ve found her sweetest spot straight away, something about her body and mine, it just fits like I knew it would.

She’s perfect!

Fully inside Zoe now, I can enjoy the fullness of her body too, her generous chest pressing against mine, while her thighs cushion my body with her calves wrapped behind me, gripping me tighter with each thrust.

Her hips that I’ve craved are mine now, her breasts are mine, her beautiful ass. All mine. I let out an animal growl, deep and guttural as I push deeper and harder into her with every stroke, drawing grunts and moans from her too, we sound like a pair of wild animals and that’s just how it feels. Wild and free, abandoned and in nature.

I can feel her tightening around my pulsing rod, I know she’s about to come again and I grab hold of her tighter, bringer her body as close as I can against mine as I use my own hips to pump her all the way to her next explosion.

My own is coming too, and she gasps in time with me, then shouts my name as the thunder above us peals out again, the heavens opening fully as I feel her start to convulse under me as I shudder with my own release.

Holding myself deep inside her, I look into her eyes as we both feel the power of our shared climax, her whole body shakes and mine trembles with her, but I use my strength to hold her as tight as I can, feeling her clamping grip on me spasm with each pulsing moment of me inside her.

It could be sweat but it’s freezing. It’s rain and it’s coming down in sheets onto us now, saturating the blanket, drenching us and making mud out of the sand.

“We should get to shelter…” I say loudly, only registering how fierce the weather is now that our passion has begun to subside.

In the eye of a hurricane is what being inside Zoe feels like, but I realize we might actually be in the path of something similar in real life.

She clenches and I push some more, I want to stay in her forever, but we both know we have to get off these dunes and fast.

“Just grab a basket, I’ll get the rest,” I call out as we clothe ourselves just enough to pick up what we can and holding her hand again, we both run up the sliding dune, over to a place I know should give us some shelter.

Chapter Thirteen

Zoe

I want to lay here forever, with Michael inside me, I really do. But being swept out to sea doesn’t sound too great, so I relent and we both scramble for shelter, over the ridge of dunes.

I laugh when I see it, and Michael shrugs, but we both run until I’ve got a stitch, until we get to the wide porch of the building.

We’re both soaked, and I’m wheezing a pant that has Michael looking worried, until he notices I’m practically cry laughing at the same time.

“You… might’ve… told… me…” I manage, trying to speak, but surrendering to my lack of aerobic ability. I can hardly feel my legs either, my whole body feels like it’s made of ice, but the heat between my legs is still pulsing, and it spells my new favorite word. My new mantra.

Michael.

“I was trying to get us here…” he protests, smiling before he breaks out into a belly laugh, which is shattered by another splitting crackle of thunder and a wall of sheet lightning which lights up the whole sky.

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