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And maybe I just liked the idea of him making me his girl. In fact, the moment I thought about it, my pussy tightened around him and I had to struggle to catch my breath.
It also solicited a moan from him too, that tight clinging clench of my slick little tunnel enough to make that mountain of a man shiver with delight.
He put all his weight on one bulging arm, his hand planted by my face. His other hand moved over my body, fondling my breast, squeezing it as he began to pump his cock into me faster, harder. Our two glistening forms rutting in the tropical sun as he grunted and moaned atop me. That veiny shaft pulsating with need as his balls slapped to my ass.
“Fuck yeah… my girl,” he rumbled, his voice very nearly a growl as he possessively fondled me.
It was like he was reading my mind, and it made me moan, my breasts pushing more aggressively into his hands. I tilted my hips so I could feel the top of his shaft grind against my clit, sending a tremor through me before I wrapped my legs around his ass, letting him fuck me deep.
And he went deep.
I was squealing, because it was too much, too big, but I still wanted it so bad!
It was shameless, and would’ve been humiliating, to hear my screams and cries carrying all across the beach, filling the air. Hell, any other survivors off the coast still coming ashore could probably hear me from a mile out!
He moaned atop me as my pussy milked his shaft, and I went barreling towards another climax. He pounded that second release out of me with such a vigorous thrusting, sending another gush of honey around his shaft and balls as he roared out and I screamed.
And through the haze of my second blinding orgasm, I finally came through in time to watch his gloriously muscled body tense up, and he finally pumped his length into me and unleashed such a thick torrent of creamy, virile seed.
It’s not like I asked him to, but he sure as hell had no intention of pulling out. He buried that behemoth of a cock deep inside me and let its thick, creamy seed flood my fertile, unprotected depths. And he kept himself locked in deep and tight as he clung to me, moaning and grunting as he gave me all he had.
He was in me so deep, the head of his cock pounding against my cervix, and I knew what a risk it was. But it was a delicious risk, and I swear, I came again right then. Just at the thought of him knocking me up. He wasn’t even thrusting any more, and certainly wasn’t playing with my clit, but it was the strongest and most intense orgasm yet.
My cheeks flushed and I closed my eyes, tears of joy and desire wettening my long, dark lashes.
He lunged for my lips as a sliver of control returned to him, and with his cock still buried in me deeply, he made out with me, and we held each other in the sand for what seemed like forever.
*****
It wasn’t forever though. Eventually our makeout ended… and he fucked me again. Without ever withdrawing his cock from me after the first time.
By the time he was done, I was exhausted, but he kissed my forehead. “I’ll handle everything. Go take some shelter under the trees and take it easy,” he assured me, though instead of just pointing the trees out to me, he lifted me up and carried me to them. I felt like an ancient queen or some tribal chieftess. He even plucked a few pieces of fruit from a nearby tree, handing them to me.
“There’s some water on those big leaves there,” he indicated to me, “left over from last night’s storm. It’ll be clean.” He demonstrated by drinking from one of the massive tropical leaves himself, in all his naked, muscular glory. “I’ll be back once I’ve caught us some protein.” He winked, and without an ounce of shame, he went off naked, his spear in hand.
That was much of the first day. He returned at midday, over half a dozen fish on his spear.
Before I could ask what we were gonna do with them, he pounced upon me ravenously again. I hadn’t even recovered from the morning’s rutting, but he was pounding me like a wild man.
Only when he’d creamed in my unprotected pussy once more, did he rise up and words were shared.
“I’ll start a fire, get these cooked up,” he said, as I got to lay there, legs wide and no strength in them to close up, as my new mate’s seed dribbled from my slit.
By the time night had come, he’d fashioned a few new implements and tools, and found us a little hollow by a babbling brook further into the interior of the island to rest in. Without asking, he’d just picked me up and carried me there even.
Which was a good thing, because I’d apparently lost the ability to walk. My legs were so wobbly from our powerful fucking that I could barely stand, let alone walk. We were left alone from the other survivors, and perhaps they just didn’t know, or care, that we were in our own little corner of paradise.
It was fascinating to watch him work. It was as though he was made to be out in the wilderness, surviving off the land. I wanted to ask him who he was, before we got shipwrecked, but a part of me wanted to start over fresh. To forget about the big world, and the consequences that would come with my actions, and simply allow myself to fall into the fantasy of us.
Of being his.
He was true to his word on everything. Most of all his insatiable lust and the claiming of me every time it rose up. And though he’d sometimes eat me out, and I’d get to suck that massive cock of his, he still preferred to rut me raw and cum inside my pussy most times.
Not that I was complaining.
*****
By the end of, oh… a week? He’d practically made me a house from the local wood and bamboo. A sheltered place in the trees, but elevated up off the jungle floor, to keep me safe while I slept, or he was away providing for us.
