Page 45 of August and the Night

A dark side of me starts taking over, a side that wants to see her under the mercy of my cock. I climb over to straddle her chest, not putting my full weight as I know full well that I would crush her.

I take my dick out of my swim shorts and start slapping her face with it, the combination of the sun and air on my hot cock bringing a shiver down my spine.

I can see her mesmerized by cock slapping her face, and I growl out, "You are a cockslut for me, aren't you? Just for me?" She takes a deep breath before saying, "Yes, August, I love your cock. It is the only one for me."

I gently move her hair away from her face before I guide my cock into her mouth; she takes it in hungrily, as if dying for its taste. She starts sucking hastily, moaning around my dick like a whore, my whore.

At that moment, I decide that I don't want to be gentle. I want my dick to be imprinted in her memory; my hips start moving faster, rougher. And my hand is a dark contrast to my movements, still gently caressing her head and putting her hair away. She still sucks vigorously, despite me fucking her face hard.

After a couple of minutes, I take mercy on her flushed face and pull my cock out. Spit follows it, and I wipe her mouth from the reminiscence of my cock softly.

I lay on top of her, missionary, and she wraps both her arms and legs around me. Gently, knowing it is only her second time, I put my dick in her, and she sighs with relief, as if no longer used to her pussy being without my cock.

I start moving gently, waiting for her to adjust, and when she starts moaning loudly, I take that as my sign to fuck harder.

My thrusts are hard, bruising, almost punishing. And she takes the pounding like she was born for it, enjoying every second of it.

Our movement causes sand to rub against our skin, probably getting into crevices that would take ages to wash out. But the feeling adds to the intensity, reminding us of how we are fucking out in the open, under the sun and next to the beach.

It only adds to the thrill of our lovemaking. Layla's nails scratch against my back as she screams her pleasure in my ear, telling me she is about to come.

I slip my hand between our slippery bodies and find her clit, rubbing it for her. That is all it takes for her to cum, squeezing my cock tight and milking my own orgasm out of me and into her pussy.

I already know that she is on birth control due to period pains, but at that moment, I imagine I am breeding her under the sun. That thought is supposed to scare me, but instead, it prolongs my orgasm as I imagine her swollen with my child, her perky tits dripping milk.

My mouth finds one of her nipples and sucks, and a ripple goes through her body, clearly still overstimulated from her orgasm. I am truly messed up with this woman; I want her, but I can't have her.

My arms tighten around her form, knowing that our time will come to an end very soon. Knowing that I shouldn't even dream of a future with her swollen with my baby.

I have a nagging feeling that this woman has ruined me for anybody else; I already can't get it up for anybody but her. I do not know what I will do when the time comes to let her go, but today, just for today and the next couple of days, I will not think about it.

I will just pretend like we are a normal couple. My arms tighten even more around her, I do not know how I am going to let this woman go.

36

August

As the sun sets, leaving a beautiful orange hue on the horizon, I slowly wake up from my nap. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore has lulled us to sleep, and I blink my eyes open to the amazing view.

Layla stirs beside me, her eyes meeting mine as a soft smile tugs at her lips. "Looks like we dozed off longer than we planned," she says, her voice carrying a playful note.

I chuckle, stretching my arms overhead to shake off the remnants of sleep. The day has passed in a blur of sun, sand, sex, and laughter. "Yeah," I reply, my voice still carrying a hint of drowsiness.

With a contented sigh, I push myself up onto my elbows, taking in the disarray of our belongings around us. Our towels are scattered haphazardly on the sand, Layla's bikini thrown on the ground as well as my swimming shorts, evidence of a day well spent. I reach for my shorts and put them on, noticing that my dick is covered in sand.

Layla rises gracefully to her feet and puts on her cover-up, which billows gently in the breeze as she gazes out at the ocean. Her beauty is as captivating as ever, and the way the fading sunlight plays off her hair makes my heart skip a beat.

"Think it's time to pack up?" I ask, my fingers fumbling with the drawstring of my swim shorts as I stand up.

Layla turns her gaze back to me, a playful spark in her eyes. "Almost. Let's make sure we leave this place just as perfect as we found it."

We gather our belongings, folding towels and tucking away Layla's forgotten bikini, and I shake off the sand from my swim shorts. As I adjust my shirt, I can't help but watch Layla as she meticulously brushes the sand off her cover-up. I always want this woman; she is like a drug to me.

"Ready to head back?" I ask, a grin playing on my lips.

She shoulders her bag and meets my gaze, her smile warm, and nods.

We walk back to our cabin, our steps carrying us away from the water's edge. The sand is cool between my toes, providing comfort to our warm skin.

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