Stuck With The Billionaire

f**k yes

I slithered off the cargo pants effortlessly and tossed my panties away all in one motion. I had shaved completely for this cruise knowing fully well I'd be forced to swim sooner or later leading to my inescapable bikini appearance.

The heat radiating from my p***y was enough to consume a fully-grown dragon. I squealed softly. My hands shuddered. My left hand moved to my thighs daring to be scorched. I felt the wetness trickling out of my p***y and purred. One finger slid straight in and a thousand and one dynamites exploded in my head instantly. f**k!

My whole body twisted. My muscles writhed under the spell of tremendous pleasure. I was lost to the world around me. The finger slid deeper and retreated slowly. My n*****s turned to orbs of metal making my breasts ache with undeniable want. I continued the slow steady straight strokes. I dared not move to the spot. I couldn't even think about it. Even the slightest touch could burn my whole being. No way.

My moans filled the air with music. Tears filled my eyes threatening to break free. My moans fluttered along with everything else on my body. My breasts jerked wickedly in response to my spasms.

Urrrghhh. Yeah- yes. f**k yes!

My ass vibrated as my stroke increased in speed and momentum. Inside felt so juicy and warm I'm not sure I'd be able to stop if my hand was to be cut off.

My right hand moved sneakily along my torso. It moved low, certain of its target. The hand stopped just above my c******s feeling the flesh with one careful swipe of my thumb. My breathing ceased completely as I wailed.

The thumb rolled on the skin creating a circle on it. My finger slammed harder and deeper with every thrust. My whole being trembled violently as the pressure building within me promised to extinguish everything.

Zayn Dawson

What use was having a $750k yacht when it was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean? Whose bright idea was to have a 3 days boat cruise on my luxury yacht to celebrate my birthday? I tried to remember but everything was still fuzzy. The only thing that was sure to me was the shipwreck last night and how I had somehow miraculously found myself on this island. It looked deserted. Small waves washed shells and debris to the pale sand.

Fuck! This was just what I needed. Another f*****g disaster.

The Floral shirt I wore was already torn in several places. It was a mess. My shorts were still in one piece but the sand had found its way to some very awkward places. I'd bet half my life there was sand in my ass. I dusted the sand on my short blonde hair on impulse. There was sand everywhere. The sand wasn't the most annoying part. My phone was in my pocket and bringing it out revealed a nasty break across the screen. It was dead. I tossed it angrily at the open sea aiming for nothing in particular. The sound of the device hitting the water was muffled away by the waves.

I tried to piece my memories together of the previous night. It was the second day and we were just cruising. The engine had been turned off because the captain had passed out from all the booze. Jackson and Ronnie had gotten me a surprise. They had snuck two Asian chicks into my room. Twins. The girls had been prepared to do anything. I had been prepared to do anything. We were all about to do a lot of everything when the sound of the alarm had blasted. Some wise-ass had gotten so drunk he had switched on the engine and stirred us to what I can only assume was a disaster. That was all I could remember.

I turned my attention to the island. It looked beautiful and highly dangerous. What if there was an active volcano or worse an angry group of man-eaters. There had to be people here. Maybe a small town or settlement. It was almost impossible to see completely desolate islands. I just hope they have cell phones and an Internet connection. I'd have to reach Jerry to come with my bird.

The sky was heavy with clouds. I knew it was morning even when the sun didn't show its huge head. I decided to walk around before going deeper into the awaiting jungle. As I walked, sand fell off my clothes like raindrops. At that moment I was craving something hot to take the edge away. Anything would do even the cheap stuff.

My steel blue eyes focused to my left. I could see something in the distance. I had no idea what it was but it sure as hell wasn't sand.

As I walked towards whatever I was seeing, I thought about the twins. Talk about being saved by the bell. I'd continue from where I stopped immediately when I got rescued from this place.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the sounds immediately coming from the rocks. Then I heard it again. The familiar moan of pleasure. Maybe it's my mind finally giving up on me. So this is how I go out? Madness.