I woke up to the wet heat of Chloe's mouth wrapped around my cock.
The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the gaps in our makeshift hut, painting golden streaks across her naked body as she knelt between my legs. Her lips stretched obscenely wide around my thickness, struggling to take even half of me down her throat. Drool ran down my shaft, pooling at the base as she gagged and choked, but she didn't stop. She never stopped.
Three weeks since the yacht went down in the storm, and this had become our morning routine.
"Good morning, baby," I groaned, threading my fingers through her messy hair. "Hungry already?"
She pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air. Her eyes were glassy with need, lips swollen and glistening. "Always hungry for this cock," she whimpered, immediately diving back down to worship me with her tongue.
I could hear movement outside—footsteps on the wooden deck of the main cabin. Martha was awake. Chloe's mom had probably been lying in her hut all night, listening to me fuck her daughter through the thin bamboo walls. The thought made my cock throb harder in Chloe's mouth.
"That's enough," I said, pulling her up by her hair. She whined in protest, but obeyed immediately. That's what I loved about Chloe — she gave herself completely. In bed, in conversation, in everything. No games, no pretense. Just her.
Her face lit up like I'd just given her the best gift in the world. She scrambled onto the bed, getting on her hands and knees, arching her back to present her ass to me. Her pussy was already glistening wet, swollen and ready.
"Please, baby," she begged, looking back at me over her shoulder. "I need it. I need your cock so bad."
I positioned myself behind her, gripping her hips. My cock was so hard it hurt, the head pressing against her entrance. "You know what I want to hear first."
"This pussy belongs to you," she gasped immediately. "Only you. I'm yours, Jack. Your slut. Your fucking property. Please use me."
I slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
She screamed.
The sound echoed across the beach, probably reaching Isaac and Lydia's hut on the other side of the clearing.
"Fuck!" Chloe cried out, her back arching deeper as I started pounding into her. "Oh god, baby, you're so deep! So fucking deep!"
She was so tight, her pussy gripping my cock on every thrust.
"Louder," I commanded, gripping her hair and pulling her head back. "YOU OWN ME!" Chloe screamed without hesitation. "FUCK YOUR SLUT! USE YOUR FUCKING SLUT!"
I pulled out of Chloe suddenly, flipping her over onto her back. I wanted to see her face when she came.
"Spread your legs," I growled.
She obeyed instantly, pulling her knees up to her chest, completely exposing herself to me. Her pussy was red and swollen, my cock had stretched her so perfectly. I lined myself up and thrust back in, deeper this time, hitting spots that made her entire body jerk.
"Yes! Yes! Right there!" she sobbed, her hands clawing at my back. "Don't stop, baby, please don't fucking stop!"
I fucked her harder, faster, the bed creaking violently beneath us. My balls slapped against her ass with every thrust. Her tits bounced hypnotically. She was so fucking beautiful like this, completely ruined.
"I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her pussy already starting to flutter around my cock. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna—JACK!"
She came screaming my name. Her pussy clamped down on me like a fist, her whole body convulsing, thighs shaking uncontrollably. I felt her gush around my cock, soaking the thin mattress beneath us.
"That's it, baby," I groaned, feeling my own orgasm building. "Cum on this cock. Show me who you belong to."
She couldn't even form words anymore — just a high, broken moan that vibrated through her entire body.
I buried myself as deep as I could go and came hard, filling her pussy with thick ropes of cum. She moaned at the sensation, her legs wrapping around my waist, trying to pull me even deeper.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing hard, covered in sweat. My cock was still buried inside her, my cum already leaking out around my shaft.
Chloe kissed me softly. "I love you," she whispered.
"I know you do, little devil," I said, finally pulling out of her. A flood of cum spilled out of her pussy. She reached down, scooping some up, and brought it to her mouth, sucking her fingers clean.
Fuck, she was perfect.
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Twenty minutes later, I walked into the main cabin's kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants I'd pulled from my bag before the yacht sank.
Martha was standing in the open-air cooking area at the back of the cabin, turning a piece of fish over the fire pit.
"Jack," she said, not looking at me. "Would it kill you to put on a shirt? There are women here."
I leaned against the doorframe, deliberately adjusting myself. Her eyes flickered down for just a second before darting away.
"Come on, Martha," I said, smirking. "One of them is my girlfriend."
"You could at least have some decency around the rest of us," she said tightly, finally turning to face me.
I took a step closer. "Decency?" I let the word sit between us. "You mean like pretending you can't see the outline of my dick through these pants?" Another step. "Pretending you haven't been staring at it every morning for weeks?"
"I have not—"
"Or maybe," I continued, closing the distance between us until I was right in front of her, "I should consider that you're just sexually frustrated."
She could have stepped away. The doorway was two feet to her left. She didn't move.
"When's the last time someone touched you, Martha? Five years? Ten?"
Her breathing had quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip — so quick I almost missed it.
"Get away from me," she said. But her feet stayed planted.
"You don't mean that."
"Jack—"
"You're so frustrated you can barely think straight. I can help with that, you know. All you have to do is ask."
"You're disgusting," she hissed, but her voice shook.
The door swung open. "Jack, you fighting with mum again?" Chloe walked in, wearing tiny shorts and a crop top that barely contained her tits.
"Just having a conversation," I said, holding Martha's gaze for another moment before turning to Chloe. "Come here, little devil."
Chloe practically skipped over to me. The moment she was in reach, I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed hard. She moaned immediately, pressing herself against me.
"Jack! What are you doing?" Martha gasped.
I slapped Chloe's ass—hard enough that the sound cracked through the kitchen. Chloe's moan turned into a needy whimper, her hips grinding against my thigh.
"Stop it!" Martha said, but she didn't look away.
"She's not a little girl," I said, slapping Chloe's ass again. "She's a woman. A woman who knows exactly what she wants. Don't you, baby?"
"Yes," Chloe breathed, staring up at me with those fuck-drunk eyes. "I want you. Always want you."
I could see Martha trembling, her hands clenched into fists. Her nipples were hard beneath her thin tank top.
"Get out," Martha snapped, her voice cracking. "Both of you. Get the fuck out of my kitchen."
"Let's go, baby. I think your mum needs some alone time."
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We walked down to the beach. The sun was already hot, the sand burning under our feet. Isaac and Lydia were sitting on a log near the waterline, talking.
The moment Lydia saw me, her eyes dropped straight to the bulge in my sweatpants. She bit her lower lip, her gaze lingering for several seconds before dragging back up to my face.
Isaac noticed. His jaw clenched.
"Morning, Jack," Lydia said, her voice slightly breathless.
I nodded at her, setting Chloe down but keeping my arm around her waist. "Morning."
Isaac stood up abruptly. "Dude, seriously, can you put some actual clothes on? You look like a fucking male stripper."
I grinned. "Jealousy's a bad look, brother."
"Jack, be nice," Chloe murmured, but she was smiling.
Lydia burst out laughing, quickly trying to cover it with a cough. Isaac's face went red.
"Whatever, man," he muttered. He looked at Lydia, waiting for her to get up and come with him.
She didn't.
His jaw worked once. Then he turned and walked toward the cabin without another word.
The moment he was gone, the air shifted. Lydia's eyes went back to my crotch, and this time she didn't bother hiding it.
I looked down at Chloe. "Babe, can you go ahead? I need to talk to Lydia."
Chloe looked between us, and I saw that familiar spark in her eyes — the one that appeared every time she knew I was about to take what I wanted.
"Have fun," she whispered against my lips, kissing me deep before walking away.
She'd told me on night three that she wasn't built for jealousy. That watching me want other women only proved what she already knew — that I always came back to her. That she was my favorite.
She was right.
I sat down next to Lydia. She was wearing a tiny bikini that barely covered anything, her tanned skin glowing in the morning sun.
"Stop pretending," I said quietly.
"What?" she breathed.
"I've seen you staring at my dick for weeks, Lydia."
Her breath hitched. "I... I don't..."
I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh. She gasped but didn't pull away. "You're soaking wet right now, aren't you?"
"Don't." She closed her eyes. "Jack, I can't—Chloe's your—"
"Chloe knows exactly what I am," I said. "Answer my question."
A long silence. The waves rolled in. Somewhere behind us, a bird screamed in the canopy.
She nodded. Barely. Her lips parted, and she wouldn't look at me.
I slid my hand higher, fingers brushing against her bikini bottoms. The fabric was damp. "Fuck, you are. Has Isaac been ignoring this sweet pussy?"
"Isaac is just a friend," she whimpered.
I'd figured as much. Isaac had been circling her like a dog since week one, but she'd never given him more than conversation.
"Good," I said, standing up and pulling her to her feet. "Because I'm about to make you forget he even exists."
I led her into the jungle, away from prying eyes.