Chapter 4
4
Brax
W hy the hell is this woman out on the beach by herself? Doesn’t she know how dangerous Mirago can be?
The look of complete shock when I tell her that she has no right to be here almost makes me chuckle, but I’m still more pissed than anything. After all, tourists aren’t supposed to wander from the resort. We made a deal with La Mirage: they could build their fancy hotel here in return for a vast sum of money. Not only that, but they had to keep their guests in check, never permitting them to stray from the allotted areas. So why is this chick wandering around like she’s never heard of the word “rules” before?
I glower, sizing up the woman. She’s quite pretty, actually. The brunette stands about five five, her shoulders arched back defiantly, her chest heaving with determination. Her body is full, curvy, and supple. Long, strong legs hold up a perky, round ass. Her skin-tight swimsuit reveals full breasts with erect, round nipples. The dips of her hips demand that I pull her against me and caress her body. Her brown hair is pulled back in a high, sleek ponytail, perfect for yanking her into an arch as she rides me hard.
But it’s the set of her jaw and sharp, almond brown eyes that hold my attention the longest. There’s fire behind her gaze and I sense that she won’t succumb easily.
It makes my dick grow hard. I don’t try to control it. Instead, I watch her face flash from embarrassed to aroused as she stares at my full manhood.
But I refuse to indulge her curiosity. Instead, I clear my throat and throw on an almost bored expression, enjoying this unexpected tête-a-tête. Not to mention I still need to get to the bottom of why the hell she’s out here in the first place.
“What do you mean I can’t be here? Why, do you own this island or something?” the young woman sputters.
I raise an eyebrow but ignore the statement. “Let me guess. You’re staying at La Mirage,” I growl, my tone dripping with displeasure.
She stands up straighter. “I am. What about it?”
“You are?” I reiterate. “Good. And didn’t you receive a lecture about staying on resort property?” I demand hotly, irked by how much she’s turning me on. Her lack of regard for rules really pisses me off—how can she be so dismissive of the danger that a solo tourist might experience out in the wild? A solo female tourist, no less.
The brunette plants her hands on her hips.
“Because their instructions sounded more like a warning than an order,” she answers prissily, sweeping her ponytail over her shoulder.
“Got it. So you think that being told to stay on the resort property was an option, then?” I growl, my anger rising at her blatant disregard for her safety.
“It all seemed a bit dramatic for my taste,” she responds evenly.
I shake my head, feeling strangely protective of this random woman while somehow compelled to force her to see the folly of her ways.
“The resort was built under the condition that no tourists would leave the property,” I say slowly, as if talking to a disobedient child.
“Well, they should put up better fencing, then,” she sasses, bending over to scoop up a bag resting in the sand at her feet. “It was very nice meeting you. I’ll find my own way back. Have a nice life.”
“Where the hell are you going?” I demand, taking a step toward her. “We’re not finished here.”
“I’m going back to the hotel, since apparently this is what I get for seeking adventure,” she snaps.
“You’re not about to walk around this island by yourself,” I nearly snarl. This sexy, impertinent woman is setting my teeth on edge and I don’t know whether I want her gone or on her back beneath me.
“I know how to get back to the hotel,” she retorts, her determination only growing. She plants her hands on her hips, jutting one out in a sassy manner. “If I had known that the danger would be running into a moody man swimming naked, I probably wouldn’t have left in the first place. You’re the danger around here. You could hurt someone with that!” she says, blushing as she gestures furiously in the direction of my anatomy.
I glower. “You think that I’m the danger?” I take a menacing step in her direction. She trembles, but doesn’t give up any ground. Instead, the woman straightens her shoulders and stands up taller, something flashing across her eyes.
I glare at her. “Sea storms blow up out of nowhere. There are wild animals always on the prowl. Not to mention how easy it is to get caught up in a wave and get dragged out to sea.”
“Oh,” she falters, her voice small now. “I thought the hotel manager was just being dramatic…”
“And as for ‘moody men,’” I say, continuing to close the gap between us, “I’m the only one who comes to this lagoon. You’re lucky you didn’t stumble upon one of the other men from my community.” My need is growing, even as I fight for control. Less than a foot separates us, and I know that I could reach out and pull her to me in one quick swoop.
The woman doesn’t appear frightened, though. She arches her back, thrusting her breasts toward me as she does so. “And what would those other men have done?”
“Not asked any questions, for starters,” I grunt.
“That would have been nice,” she mutters as she takes a small step toward me. “Because I detest men who can’t mind their business.”
“And I despise women who don’t seem to know when danger is standing right in front of them.”
We’re only inches apart now, each one of us breathing a little heavier than we had been.
“I thought you said you weren’t dangerous,” she huffs. She’s so close I can feel her warm breath on my neck.
“I never said that,” I respond.
“Oh yeah?” she whispers. “Prove it.”
With that, I lose all control.
I give into instinct and pull her ponytail back with a sharp yank, tilting her head so that my mouth can find hers. I kiss her deeply, my lips hard on hers, wild desire driving me. The woman gasps but doesn’t fight me, instead rising up on her tiptoes to reach my lips, moaning throatily in the back of her throat.
But she’s no pansy. She grabs my hair and keeps my body glued to hers, mewling while trying to get closer.
“You like this huh?” I grunt. Then I respond by cupping her neck and twisting her further into my embrace. For the next several minutes, we devour each other, our kisses becoming more frantic and volatile as our bodies press against each other.
My cock pushes against the thin fabric of her swimsuit, demanding entry. In turn, the woman swings a leg around my hip, rubbing herself against me while practically purring. That makes me chuckle, and I press into her gently, teasing her through the material. It drives her mad and she pulls my hand around to cup her ass. I slip it beneath her swimsuit and caress her bare ass.
“More?” I husk, staring into those big brown eyes.
“More,” she whispers with a small nod.
Still fully entangled in one another, I lower our bodies onto the sandy beach. The woman pulls away from my face, her eyes hooded and full of lust.
“Now,” she says, her voice full of desire. “Don’t hold back.”
That’s enough for me. I flip us over so that she’s straddling my hips as I lie against the warm beach. I reach up and pull the straps of her swimsuit down, revealing giant, supple breasts. I cup one in my hand and gently pluck at the rosy pink nipple with my teeth.
She arches back, her pussy rubbing against my hardness through the mesh.
Deftly, I slip the fabric to a side and slide a finger into her warmth. She arches then moans, pushing my finger further into her. “More, please,” she demands breathily. “I want to feel you .”
Still cupping her, I slide the tip of my hard cock inside of her and she gasps. Slowly, inch by inch, I slip deeper into her wetness.
“You’re so big… but I need all of you,” she groans, sliding down even further. She’s so tight that I lose my mind, temporarily going blind. But then I open my eyes because she’s trying to edge my bulge into her tight twat. She wiggles against my cock, even bouncing up and down a bit, but still, she can’t fit it in.
“Need help?” I rasp.
Without warning, I flip us over. I groan, wanting to force my knot into her but resisting. She’s so fucking tight and I don’t want to hurt her.
“Let me take all of you, please,” she whimpers, writhing against me.
“Not yet, baby,” I croon, my own need swelling but wanting this moment to be about her. “It’s too much for you.”
“But I want all of you,” she whines softly even as she gives in to my demands.
“You’ll get all of me,” I promise her. “But for now, I want you to come so I can feel just how wet you can get. So I can feel this horny pussy squeezing me tight. I want to make sure she gets what she needs.”
My words trigger something animalistic in the woman. She arches against me and grabs my ass, pushing my shaft further into her. I moan, ready to cave and fuck her with my knot, but knowing that I must not, not yet.
Then the woman throws her head back and moans loudly. Her curvy body trembles, and her pussy begins to squeeze. The contractions are so powerful that I go blind again, my body shaking as she twists and writhes with my cock stuck deep inside.
“Oh!” she screams. “Unh!”
Then, she finishes hard on my dick, her climax hot and wild and pure temptation. I slide out of her as she whimpers with exhaustion, bliss, and perhaps a little bit of disappointment.
I look down at the spent woman, my own need still high but pleased with my control. Well, as much control as I can maintain, given this unexpected vixen stretched out before me.
“But what about you?” she mewls, her hands reaching toward me once more.
I shake my head and take her hands in mine, stopping her from touching me. Because I know that if she touches me there, I’ll throw her down, shove my knot into her cunt without so much as a warning, and fuck her silly.
I inhale, pushing against my desire.
“In time,” I tell her as I pull her to feet. Then, I pull on a pair of discarded shorts, covering my manhood. She watches my every gesture before looking into my eyes.
“I’d like that,” she says softly, the words full of promise.
I bite back a groan.
Oh shit. Now I’m on the hook but I don’t want to hurt her.
She adjusts her swimsuit and I’m disappointed to see her big breasts covered once more.
Fuck, I want her bad.
I have a lot of sex, and with women who can regularly take my enormous knot without a struggle. But this woman? I’ve never wanted to plant my seed so deeply into someone before. Yet I know she needs to be trained because she’s tight down there. I can’t just go around, shoving huge bulges into strange women’s cunts and expect them to take it.
Or maybe I should . Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to be aware of my inner struggle.
“I really should be getting back to the hotel I guess,” she hedges, retying her sarong.
I reach out and take her hand in mine. “Let’s go get you cleaned up first.”
“Where? Let me guess – you live in a beachside cave catching fish for a living,” she teases. “No, it’s okay. They have running water at the resort…”
I grin widely, delighted with this snarky, unexpected woman.
“My home is a bit nicer than a cave,” I assure her as I scoop her up without warning into my arms. “Maybe it’s not a lot nicer, but it’s nicer.”
“Does it have running water?” she asks, giggling as she slings her arms around my neck.
“It does,” I affirm in a deep rumble. “And a stove too. Even refrigeration.”
She widens her eyes in mock-surprise.
“Oh wow, then I’ll have to check it out. But only men whose names I know have the right to carry me across picturesque beaches.”
I raise an eyebrow but don’t put her down. “I’m Braxton, although most people call me Brax.” I incline my head toward her in a dramatic swish.
“Brax,” the beautiful brunette repeats quietly. “I’m Morgan.”
“It’s very nice to meet you, Morgan,” I say with over-the-top politeness.
Morgan giggles. “I think we did more than just meet, if you get my drift.”
I chuckle. “Whatever it was, I think we might need to repeat it at my place.”
Morgan’s deep blush is bewitching to behold, and my arms tighten around her curvy form because now, I know without a doubt that I need to give this woman every single inch of me … knot included.