He picks up speed, fucking me harder, the wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy echoing through the jungle. I’m dripping down his balls, and I can feel it running down my thighs.
It’s humiliating.
He reaches around and pinches my clit sharply.
I jerk and moan like a whore.
“You’re creaming all over me again.” He laughs darkly, pinching my clit again. “Running away with my cum still inside you, and this greedy cunt is still begging for more.”
He fucks me like an animal, with long, punishing strokes that knock the breath out of me. My face is pressed against the bark, tears streaming down my cheeks, drool slipping from my mouthas I moan and sob. He slows down suddenly, grinding deep, rolling his hips in filthy circles.
“Feel that?” he murmurs against my ear. “Feel how deep I am? That’s my cum from last night still inside you. I’m just adding more.”
I come without warning, hard, shaking, screaming into the tree as my pussy spasms violently around him and my legs give out completely. He holds me up and keeps fucking me through it, drawing it out until I’m a whimpering, sobbing mess. Only then does he let himself go. He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a deep, guttural groan, flooding me again. Pulse after pulse of hot cum fills me. He stays inside me for a long time, breathing hard against my neck, occasionally giving lazy thrusts like he’s making sure it stays deep. When he finally pulls out, a thick gush of his cum runs down my thighs and drips onto the jungle floor. He yanks my shorts back up roughly, then throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“Keep running, Summer,” he says quietly as he starts carrying me back. “I’ll enjoy hunting you down and breeding this cunt every single time.”
My body is limp, exhausted, cum still leaks down my thighs with every step he takes as the jungle slowly thins around us.
After a minute of silence, I mutter against his back, voice hoarse and broken.
“You really want me pregnant?”
Kairo’s hand tightens on my thigh.
“I want you full of me,” he answers, low and dark. “I want you swollen, so everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”
I close my eyes, shame twisting in my stomach. “I don’t want to have babies with you. You’re a fucking monster,” I say as my fists pound against his back.
“And yet your cunt is ready and willing for me every single time.”
I hate him because he’s right.
“Just because you know how to fuck doesn’t mean I like it.”
This makes him laugh. “The way you fucking cream yourself for me tells me how much you do like it.”
“You’re sick.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Maybe, but you came twice with my cock buried in you, what does that say about you, wife?”
I don’t answer.
He keeps walking, his grip firm and steady, like he has no intention of ever letting me go again.
6
SUMMER
By the time we reach the villa, I’m trembling. He carries me straight to the bathroom, sets me on my feet, and turns the shower on. Steam fills the room as he pulls his shirt off, and for the first time I see him, all of him. He has scars on his body, not just his hands. They cover his torso, ribs, and back. Then I watch in fascination as he pulls his shorts off, and dammit, his cock is beautiful. It’s as large as the dildo he made me sit on at dinner, it’s veiny and thick, he has trimmed hair, and his balls hang nicely. Of course, he has a good dick. Kairo then reaches for me, and I swat his hands away. He just gives me a look that says don’t test him, and I give up. I’m too tired to fight. Kairo slides the tee up over my head and pulls my shorts off. I step out of them as he kicks them away, then he steps into the shower and plays with the temperature while I stand there naked, but I do get a chance to take him in as I watch the muscles in his back move. He grins as he knows I’m checking him out.Whatever, it’s not like I can look at anything else.
He then holds out his hand to me. The gesture surprises me, and I take it as I step into the shower with him. I don’t need to slip over and crack my head open. The water is hot, and it stingsthe cuts on my feet and the scrapes on my back. He turns me around, his hands gentle on my shoulders as he starts to work soap all over my body.
He’s too gentle.
Kairo’s palms glide slowly over my skin, spreading thick, fragrant suds across my shoulders, down my arms, then back up again. He takes his time, pressing his thumbs lightly into the knots in my neck, washing away the dirt, sweat, and blood from the jungle. The contrast is dizzying. Moments ago he was fucking me raw against a tree like an animal, and now he’s touching me like I’m fragile, precious even. His hands slide down my back, carefully avoiding the worst of the scrapes, then lower, cupping my ass, massaging the soap into my skin with slow, deliberate circles. I shiver even under the hot water. He doesn’t grope, he doesn’t squeeze hard. He just … washes me, thoroughly, as if tracing every inch of my body and committing it to memory. One large, soapy hand moves over my stomach, then higher, cupping my breast. His thumb brushes lightly over my sensitive nipples, circling them until they tighten under his touch. A soft, involuntary sound escapes my throat. He doesn’t comment on it, he just continues lathering every inch of me like he has all the time in the world.
His other hand slides between my legs, gentle again, carefully cleaning the mess he left there. His fingers part my folds with care, washing away his cum with slow strokes, the tenderness of it making my stomach twist. This feels more intimate than when he was inside me.
