Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

“I think we should skip the boat and stay in bed today,” I say breathlessly, sliding my hands along his freshly shaved head. It’s back to short spikes again, and it feels incredible against my palms. He draws up, staring down at me with an intensity that has my heart tripping over itself in its pursuit to break free of its cage. “So we’ll go tomorrow then,” he states.

“Your cunt is gripping me so tightly. Do you think I believe a word coming from that sweet mouth? I bet if I pulled out right now, your pussy would cry from the loss.”

“Let me hear you say it, Sawyer. I want to hear how much of a slut you are for my cock, and I want to hear you beg to come around it.”

“Please, Enzo,” I cry, gritting my teeth as his middle finger rubs my clit firmer. “Keep going,” he encourages, a wicked glint in his eye. “I’m a s-slut for your cock,” I force out, just as a shark pops up from behind him, its teeth on full display as they clamp around the cage and thrash.

“Please… please let me come around your cock,” I rush out, yelping when the shark bashes against it again. “Good girl,” he praises, grinning wildly. He’s fucking unhinged, but God, he feels so good. “Now, let me hear you say you love me.” “I love you,” I breathe hurriedly. “And I love when you make me come.”

I was wrong. The real predator is already inside the cage, and I’m trapped right between his teeth.

“I told you my love was going to hurt like hell. So tell me, bella ladra, does it hurt?”

“That’s it, baby, fight to let those screams out,” he snarls, now rolling his hips, causing my eyes to shoot straight to the back of my head. The tip of his cock hits that damn spot that only he seems to know how to reach, and a full-out sob is desperately trying to get free.

“Christ, this cunt is too fucking good,” he chants through gritted teeth. And then he’s letting his own deep moan loose as he releases inside me, filling me to the brim.

“I’m officially a prune, this probably gave me a yeast infection, and those sharks are two seconds away from breaking in,” I croak, the low temperature of the water beginning to creep back in. “Now, can you let me out?”

“Sure, baby.”

He pulls out of me, and I quickly scramble up and over the cage, nearly crawling onto the Ladra. Enzo bought this boat the day I said yes to marrying him. He took me out on the water at sunset, the rays glittering against the surface of the water, and slid the diamond ring on my finger without even asking. Enzo doesn’t do heartfelt speeches, but he did worship me that night while making me scream yes until my voice gave out.

Three days later, we eloped, Simon and Troy our witnesses. They’re the only f...

“You’re lucky I don’t get motion sickness,” I mutter, struggling to pull on my bathing suit bottoms due to the waves heavily rocking us from the giant, pissed-off sharks. They were denied a meal, and well, that is pretty fucking rude.

“You and that sweet pussy would be so lonely without me.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll survive, dude. I always do.” “Yeah?” he asks devilishly, his chin twisting over his shoulder. “You and the bean gods going to keep each other company?”