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I slipped out of bed, smoothing down my tank top and skirt as I trudged to the bathroom. It was surprisingly large, with a full shower and bathtub, and outfitted with the same sleek chrome furnishings as the rest of the rooms with the exception of the antique fixtures in the movie theater and the library. I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned. I looked like a hot mess. My dark brown hair was poking out in tufts at every direction, my face was pink on one side from where I’d had my cheek pressed against the pillow. I had slept hard. The kind of heavy sleep that only ever follows a particularly intense orgasm, from my experience. And God knows I had plenty of those.
I decided I might as well test out the shower. Maybe it would help me wake up. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the stall. I turned on the water, which fell like rain from the gigantic, round shower head.
“Oh, it’s one of those,” I murmured groggily.
I had always wanted one of these at home, a detachable shower head. Anna Kate, swore by it. She said it was the closest thing to a man’s mouth on your pussy you could get. I had blushed and gotten very embarrassed when she told me that, but secretly I was thankful for the knowledge. Pretty much my entire adult life thus far had been one gigantic dry spell, after all.
Well, until now, of course.
I began washing my hair with the luxury shampoo and conditioner sitting neatly in the basket hanging from the shower wall, surprised at how nice it smelled. Like strawberries and vanilla. Surely these weren’t the products Bruin used. I looked around and saw another set of bottles, black and gold. Men’s products. I got a little flutter of something like fondness. He had picked out shampoo and conditioner for me specifically?
Or, I reminded myself, he just kept them here because he so often had female guests around on the yacht. Not just me. I wasn’t special. I needed to keep a clear head about this. Bruin was not trying to woo me. I was just the flavor of the week.
I heard the click of the door opening and let out a gasp, covering my breasts and crotch instinctively as I turned to look at the door. To my relief, it was Bruin walking in, not one of the many crew members. Still, I felt exposed. He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of khaki shorts. He walked over and slid the glass door open, looking me up and down.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, shaking his head.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks burn.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. I shrugged.
“It’s your yacht,” I said, smiling. “You can do what you want.”
He grinned. “That’s right. I can.”
He stripped out of his shorts and stepped into the stall with me. He wrapped his arms around me, the two of us standing underneath the hot spray of water. I could feel every tight muscle of his body pressing against me. He was over six feet of power and control, towering over me. He could have snapped me in half if he’d wanted to. And sometimes, when he looked at me with those fiery blue eyes, I thought just maybe he would.
“We’re sailing to the Berry Islands today,” he reported. “The spots you picked out. I’m guessing you’ve never been?”
“No. Never even heard of them,” I answered honestly.
He took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up, then leaned down to kiss me. I felt the tingles roll down from the top of my head to my toes. His hands slid down my slick shoulders to c
up my breasts, squeezing them, groping me like he couldn’t get enough. He pressed against me, one hand sliding around to grab my ass, push me into him. His cock grew harder and harder against my pelvis and I let out a little moan, which was captured by his kiss.
“We’ll be arriving in an hour or so,” he explained, tracing a finger down between my breasts, down to my stomach. “I think that gives us just enough time.”
“For what?” I asked, even though I had a pretty good guess at the answer.
He grabbed me and spun me around so fast I yelped. He held me against him, his cock against my ass. He took my hair in his fist and gently tugged my head to the left so he could get to my neck, kissing deeply, bruising me with his lips and his teeth. I moaned, feeling my whole body erupt into flame.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he growled in my ear. I shivered.
“Then take me,” I whispered back, surprised at myself.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, releasing his grip on my hair. I knelt down in front of him, eye-level with his cock. I glanced up at him, biting my lip. “Go ahead. Show me what that beautiful mouth can do.”
I had only done this once before, many years ago. And Bruin’s cock was much bigger than that. I worried I might not even be able to fit him inside my mouth. I started stroking his shaft with both hands, slowly pumping up and down as I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the head. He reached down and grabbed my hair again, pushing me closer. He was insistent, full of need. It turned me on to see how badly he wanted me.
I opened my mouth and took him in, gradually and carefully until the tip of his cock was brushing against the back of my throat. I started to cough, but managed to stop myself. I began to suck him harder, sliding my hands up and down in tandem with my lips. Bruin’s fingers tangled in my hair as he groaned in appreciation.
“Fuck. Just like that, Jillian. That’s so fucking good, baby,” he growled, bucking his hips.
I could feel myself getting so wet between my thighs, turned on by the sensation of his hard, massive cock in my mouth, the way he thrusted into me like he just couldn’t help himself. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to make him come in my mouth. I wanted to taste his seed, feel it slide down my throat. I bobbed up and down on his cock, my tongue lathing over the engorged head as Bruin fucked my mouth. I could feel him tensing up, getting closer and closer to climax. I never wanted it to stop. I never knew I could love sucking cock this much.
Just as I thought he was about to blow, he pushed me back. “Stand up and turn around,” he commanded. A little disappointed, I followed his instructions nonetheless. He had such a hold on me, I would have done anything he asked. He slapped my ass so hard I cried out.
“You’re such a good girl. Now it’s my turn to make you feel good. Bend over.”
