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“You’re going to kill me,” he gruffs.

He drops the knife, gripping me by the throat and dragging me up until our lips connect. A groan rips from me when he slides his fingers out. I’m going to kill him myself in a minute.

I grab both sides of his face. “Make me come, or I am never sleeping with you again, Colten Sterling. And that is a threat.”

He responds by lifting me off the table, carrying me over to the railings. He drops me down onto shaking legs, and I grip hold of the metal bar.

“Turn around and bend over,” he orders, twirling his index finger.

I do as he says, holding my breath, the sea breeze whipping across my face. His belt buckle clicks, and I brace myself.

The belt cracks through the air and lands on my ass.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands behind me.

I shuffle them out, lifting my ass higher in the air for him. His rough hand rubs over the burning mark.

“You don’t make commands when we’re doing this, Gianna.”

I swallow. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I wait for the next spank. Instead, the floor thuds as he drops to his knees. He parts my ass with both hands, and I shoot forward when his tongue connects with my asshole.

“Colten!” I scream.

He slaps my pussy in response, and I let out a whimper.

I think I’m going to die here.

His fingers thrust inside me; this time it’s not slow. There is no teasing. I’m dripping all over his hand, shivers running through my body.

“Fuck me, Colt. Fuck me. Give me that baby you promised,” I pant.

That’s all it takes to get what I want. He stands, pushes down his pants, and thrusts his huge cock inside of me. I cry out, my body shifting forward. He grips my hips so hard to keep me in place while he fucks me.

“Come all over my cock, my filthy little whore.”

His hand slides up through my hair, and he tugs my head up, looking out to the open seas. Every smack of his hip against my ass, his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of me, driving me crazy.

“Oh my god,” I scream, as I come so hard my vision blurs.

And I feel it, him coming inside of me just as hard. And when he’s done, he pulls out, turns me to face him, and pulls me into his embrace, while his cum drips down my thighs.

“Colt,” I say through shaky breaths.

“Yes, baby?”

“Does a breeding kink mean you need to make sure all your cum stays inside of me, because… it’s not.”

He pulls back, licking his lips, and then drops back down to his knees. With one hand on the railings, the other in his hair. He lifts my shaking foot up to rest onto one of the metal bars.

I watch, biting my lip as he scoops up his cum from my thighs, and pushes it gently back inside me.

“Better, baby?” he says.

I nod. “Much.”

And then another finger gets added.