The Last Man on Earth: A Survival Romance

by Shae Sanders

“Respectfully, how much would it take for you to hike that dress up and ride my dick?” I see the moment something snaps. Her eyes flash fire as she leans closer, close enough for only me to hear. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth.”

Ari’s ocean

how I’m feeling right now, I don’t wanna get saved. I wanna lay her on this fucking sand and go in. I want her pussy on my tongue. I want it around my dick. I got a snake for her ass, a big one. I want her to sit on that muhfucka and ride it ‘til we both tap out. I don’t give a fuck about no back home. Ain’t no back home. It’s just us. Right here.

“Correct,” she says, eyes sparkling. “Because it’s not a dollar amount. It’s a mindset. You might be the only man here, but you still have to apply pressure.”

“I don’t give a fuck if they come save us tomorrow,” I say roughly. “I might as well be the last nigga on earth, cuz I’m gon' be the last nigga you fuck.”