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I moaned loudly when my hips started to roll slowly, riding him gently. “Oh fuck!” I yelped when I sunk a little lower on his length. I was
keeping a measured pace, to be sure my pussy didn’t swallow this thing whole—or I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. With my eyes closed, it was easier to just feel him and get lost in the beautiful feeling it produced.

“Trista!” I heard Taylor screech, breaking my concentration.

I looked at him innocently. “Yes?”

Taylor seemed like he didn’t know if he was going to be angry or fuck me. “What are you doing? We had an agreement
,” his hollowed voice dragged out as his cock twitched and expanded inside me. A hungered moan came out of my lips when he did that. I shifted a bit and started to rock him again.

“We did. You told me I could
use
you, right? Well, this is me
using
you.” I took off my silk lingerie as I rode his cock with violent determination. Nothing mattered then but the glorious feeling I was experiencing. I was maniacal, carnal and out of my mind from sexual rapture.

Taylor savagely moaned and grabbed both of my butt cheeks, spreading them apart before he started to ground me harder on his cock. “Squeeze my cock, baby. Milk it, harder,” he demanded harshly.

I would do anything as long as he kept that filthy talk going. My pussy clenched around him like a glove, hard as he requested. I sobbed at the intensity it brought because Taylor was not letting up with his hard grinding. With crucial friction from his size and his frantic grinding, I became crazed from the amplified intensity, magnified hunger and multiplied pleasure it delivered.

“Fuck, that’s my good little slut,” he growled out with passion. My body broke out in sweat as I rode him harder. He took one hand off my ass and started to tease my clit with his thumb. The relentless
digit rubbed my clit in acute circles while his other hand gripped me to ride him harder. “Come for me. Grant my cock some gratitude, little whore.”

I couldn’t. It was too much. I felt like I was going to
burst into pieces. I felt like a balloon, with air being pumped into it without caution, ready to pop as it filled to its capacity “Taylor… I don’t think… I… too much,” I sobbed, my body shaking from the powerful, acute burning sensation of my orgasm, readying to be unleashed from my body. My palm landed on his stomach, trying to steady the craziness that was too much for me to take, but Taylor slapped it away.

“You came to me in my sleep to get an orgasm. I’m doing as you asked. I won’t stop until you can’t fuck anymore.” Taylor took hold of my hips and rolled me on my back. With my ankles on his shoulders,
and his hands full on my breasts, he kissed me with wild abandon. He growled each time his cock pummeled me with fervor. “Let me see how beautiful you come, Trista. Show me what my cock can do to your body.”

I screamed bloody murder when he bit into my neck at the same time my orgasm trumpeted out from my very core, bursting with such fevered wrath as it unleashed itself from its containment. It was a tidal wave of kaleidoscopic euphoria
in its most primal exquisite form.

Chapter 14

Trista

Shock didn’t even cover what I felt at the moment. I was panting noisily, eyes focused on the ceiling to calm my quaking body when Taylor started to kiss my face. “Are you okay?” he murmured in between kisses. I beamed at his teasing tone.
Hell to the yes!

“Wow. You’re amazing.”
I wanted to add, “and I am officially addicted to you”, but refrained from doing so. He might think I was in love with him or something, and I did not want to complicate things further.

When he pushed his cock further hitting against my cervix, I unexpectedly flinched from the alien feeling. One thing was blatantly obvious though, he was still in a hard, solid form. “Did you come? I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

He laughed as he nibbled on my lips. “I haven’t, but it’s okay. In case you forgot, you rode me without a condom on. I’m clean, but you were persistent about wearing one earlier. I didn’t want to assume that it’s okay for me to come inside you.”

That,
I had forgotten. “You could always pullout, if you want.”

Taylor peered at me with his brows furrowed. “You sure? It’s fine really.” He eyed me with an arched brow before a slow smile formed on his scrumptious lips. “Well, unless you’re using that as an excuse so you could get another orgasm? You don’t have to be coy about it, you know.”

Hah. “Maybe, but I feel bad that you haven’t. I practically raped you in your sleep.” I bit back a smile when I admitted my crime of seduction.

Taylor rolled his hips and started to stroke me with vigor. “Rape away because I will take my own liberties with your body. I think that’s a decent exchange,”
he answered, a feverish rasp in his voice. Pleasurable satisfaction was etched on his face as he cupped my ass, opening me more for him to go deeper.

Hell, the thought of Taylor using me for his pleasure evoked and flamed a new hunger
within me. “I’m counting on it.”

Gone was the guy who was in control earlier. Taylor was now possessed with potent lust as he sought his own release. It was raw and primitive
, and all I could do was lift my hips higher so I could offer him more satisfaction. “Fuck, baby.” He grunted in between his labored breathing.

His body was starting to tighten up and I knew he was close to completion. “You can pull out and come in my mouth if it’s better for you.” I offered, knowing he would love it more.

My pussy got wetter when he growled loudly in my ear. “Fuck, I love it when you talk like this. It makes me want to fuck you harder.” Just as he finished delivering those words, he showed me
how
hard he could go. Everything pounded around me
.
,
M
m
y head, my heart, the headboard,
my
and my
vagina and of course, Taylor. He was now hitting the outside of my cervix, the engorged head pushing against my sensitive walls, demanding more access to my depths. It was
painful
painful
;
,
a
a
needle like stab, but it also brought great amount
s of pleasure. The more he repeated his strokes, my body started to get used to the combination of exquisite torture it gave me.

“Get on your knees. I’m coming.” Taylor barked out. After a few more strokes, he stood on the bed. I obediently got on my knees and opened my mouth to him. His hand held the back of my head as he fucked my mouth. His head hit the back of my throat
.
,
I gagged as he did this a few more times, until his hot semen shot out. “Fuck, Trista!” Taylor howled as his dick still pulsated inside my mouth, unloading all of his seed until none was left. When his breathing evened out, he looked down at me, his shaft still lodged in my mouth. Watching him, I sucked his length a few more times before releasing it with a loud popping sound. His eyes glittered as he watched me swallow his cream. “God, that’s so sexy.”

I grinned at him. “You’re welcome, pretty boy. Now, go back to sleep. We have to wake up soon.” I was referring to our island hopping tomorrow with the rest of the gang.

In a flash, he was next to me on the bed. His arms wrapped around mine. “You got a point, but this fine body’s not leaving this bed. You’re sleeping with me tonight, Trista.” I tried to protest, but he wasn’t interested in hearing me. “I made those rules earlier to give you space, slow things down a bit, but you didn’t pay attention.” He was kissing me again, lowering us on the pillows. He shifted until we were spooning, his face on the back of my neck and arm around me. His fingers stroked the valleys of my breasts. “Stay. You’ll sleep better in my arms, anyway. Furthermore, I’ve got amazing skills with which to wake you.” His hot breath tickled my ear.

“You’re such a cocky monster, pretty boy. Fine, just for tonight.” I conceded, giving in to his demands.

He was right, though. I liked sleeping in his arms.

Chapter 15

Trista

We boarded the luxurious five-bedroom motor yacht from the port in Piraeus at ten in the morning. It consisted of a crew of thirteen with a humorous Captain Abram Christou to take the lead.  There were four men and three women onboard who were about our age. The women of course gawked at the guys. They were in awe to meet the Greek hunk, the hot stud model, but of course, they blushed and threw girly glances when Bass was introduced as Mr. Cole. 

“
Meester
Cole, I’m Katarina. It’s good pleas
uuu
re to
meetz
youu,” the brunette, green-eyed purred at
Meester
Bass.

When Bass shook her hand, though he was polite, I still caught his eye check her out. So
, not cool, dude.

Was the bitch blind?
Emma was right next to Bass. I could tell she was boiling rockets, but refrained herself from busting out something. She wouldn’t embarrass Bass like that. Although, I wanted to pull the other woman’s hair out. She was
exotic with an accent.
It was a big red alert.
The other hot two introduced themselves as Sonia and Bridgette. Sonia, on the other hand, threw shy glances at Taylor.

Once we were led towards the salon, I caught up with Taylor and threw him a glance. “Cute brunette on board.”

“I didn’t know you swung the other way, is this a warning that I’ll be in a battle for your attention?” Taylor pulled me next to him and kissed my forehead.

I folded my arms and raised a brow at him. “Do I look like I eat pseudo raw
, fishy squishy to you?”

Lindsey leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You know you once did it, babe.”

All five sets of eyes spun around to watch my reaction. I’m sure the men were interested in the damn subject. “Hey! No fair. It was spin the bottle back in my senior year in high school.
Bleeh
, I didn’t even like it. Shit’s nasty man.”

“I would’ve loved to have seen that!” Taylor said laughing, followed by the other four murmuring the same sentiments.

Whatever, we all did a lot of stupid stuff back in the day, so I wasn’t perturbed about their sparked interest about that particular subject.

We were all in the cream and mahogany salon eating brunch. The U-shaped
all-around glass windows overlooked the beautiful Aegean Sea.  In the other half of the room, the glass doors were wide open and the salty breeze wafted through, giving a nice, calm presence as we ate our meal.

Since there were five bedrooms, Emma and Bass took one, Dimitris, Lindsey, Taylor and me all had our own respective rooms. When I
entered mine, I was shocked to find that the room was surrounded with twelve by twelve mirrors.
Well, whoever designed this room was a total horndog
. Like the color theme from the salon, this one was cream and mahogany with hints of nautical blue.

“Captain said we’re nearing Koufonisia. Who wants to go snorkeling or kayaking with me?” Bass yelled through the hallway outside our doors forty-five minutes later.

“Not me, I just want to relax,” I called out. I’d rather enjoy the view of the island and the sea from the yacht, thank you. Last night’s orgasmic events took a large toll on my body. Though sexually satiated, my body needed rest and I was more than happy to oblige that physical need.

The boys went kayaking and Lindsey was adamant about getting tanned
, but she wanted to do it upfront on the deck—with the male crew about.

“You know Dimitris will not be pleased with that right? He’s Greek and them fellas are possessive with their ladylove.” I peered at her as we all took towels from the towel basket.

She rolled her eyes at me. “I’m not anyone’s woman. Who cares if he’s Greek? Greek or not, some men are just possessive. Let’s test this theory with Mister Bass Cole himself when he gets back. I can just see the dude blowing a gasket.” Lindsey was now speaking to Emma as we started to walk towards the front deck.

Emma groaned with annoyance. “I don’t care. Don’t pretend you two didn’t see that lingering onceover he gave Katarina. I confronted him about it. It’s petty, but hell jealousy totally sucks. He basically told me it was a natural reaction and I shouldn’t think
any more of it. Bass is not the kind that cheats, I know that. It just sucks because I don’t have the right to be jealous, really. It’s not like we’re
officially
together or anything.”

Say what?
“Uh, dude. What are you talking about? You and Bass are so on.” I immediately spouted out.

Lindsey stopped walking and spun around with a big frown on her face. “Not officially together? What the hell are you guys? Fuck buddies? Cause it sure doesn’t look like that to me.”

Emma bit her lip, her indicator when she was confused or not sure about something. “We started all of this with an agreement. We’re exclusive here in Greece and until we’re done filming, but we haven’t really spoken about any of it. It’s fine. I mean we still have a couple more months to go until the real world.”