Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties
Chapter 95

"Am I sleep-walking or are you real?"

Damien watched as she stared unbelievably at him. She looked so beautiful and hot, since she barely had clothes on. A great deal of her cleavages were out, her white gown very skimpy, revealing the upper parts of her thighs. He gulped.

"Damien, is that you?"

She took two steps closer. Damien didn't move yet. He knew that he ought to do something. He should. There was every reason for him to act at that moment.

But he couldn't think straight. Seeing her that way made him horny. He had wanted to have sex with her yesterday's night but he couldn't because she was asleep. "Tell me that I'm dreaming... you are not real..."

She still had trouble dealing what was presented to her. No matter how hard she wanted to relate to what was happening, she just couldn't. It seemed as though her mind was playing some sort of trick on her.

FUCK THIS.

Damien hurried to her and grabbed her face in his left hand. He pulled her face closer to his. When it was close enough, he lingered for a moment. That was a moment to do at least two things; build warmth, and check with his inner man whether or not what he was about to do made sense or was necessary.

The answers to the questions came too early than he had expected. He pushed her face into his and stole her lips. He started slowly, tasting her lips and creating the perfect mood for what his body was ready for.

She wanted to fight free from him, but he didn't let go. He held strongly and passionately unto her, devouring her lips. There was much urgency and desire added this time. His tongue hastily guided hers. He yet wasn't getting enough of it. The few seconds with which he pulled away from her, she muttered,

"Is this real...? Damien is this rea---"

He had stolen her lips again. He wasn't sure whether or not it was real. Of course he knew it was, but didn't have the luxury of time to answer her.

He took a quick pause and looked to his back, the hut was quite a distance. The tree also was far from him. He didn't think he could take her there.

Plus he felt like he had to get over with whatever he was doing as soon as possible. The more he dilly-dally, the more questions she would have for him. Questions which he wouldn't have answers for. He had her chin in both his palms as he kissed her hungrily. He kissed her so warmly and roughly. You would think that he wanted to chew her lips off.

Slowly, she was beginning to respond him. For no reason, he took another pause but then she grabbed his face and claimed it. Sucking his face with the same passion he had given in the first place. It seemed as though she was no longer interested in getting answers to the questions which had been stalking her mind.

He let go of her lips and kissed his way to her neck, sucking at the depth of his neck, at the corners which sent shrills down her spines and made her shudder.

He kissed his way down, putting off her top to claim her titties. His tongue danced wildly around her nipples, going from one to the other.

While his tongue teased a nipple, his hand squeezed the other. He could hear her gentle grunts... her premature moans.

He would suck hungrily at the nipples. Everything he did was inspired by hunger. Definitely he wouldn't go easy on her. He had had this on his mind since forever. His let go of the tits, kissing his way down.

While his mouth was done sucking, his hands resumed the job.

While he kissed his way down her abdomen, his palms had a handful of her titties, squeezing them delicately yet with utmost urgency and passion.

He shifted her thong with his teeth and plunged his face into her thighs, his whole mouth eating her pussy as she let out a cry.

He grabbed her thighs with both hands and sucked her pussy, his tongue going all over the places... from the clits to the urethral openings. "Damien... please..."

He heard her gentle cry but he had no idea what she talking about. He didn't want to know. That wasn't important at the moment.

He kept eating her pussy, his hands not letting go of the tits. She was standing. He was kneeling. She pressed her hands to the back of his head...

She was caught between claws; one she wanted him to stop, the pleasure was taunting... yet, she wanted more of it.. It was as though she didn't know what she wanted.

"Oh God... Damien..."

He heard her cry out loud. Damien didn't care that she was raising her voice. He knew what could happen. She could bring attention to them. He didn't give two fucks about it.

He seemed to had had enough of the pussy. He seemed filled. He slid his hands off the Innocents tits which were now red from the passionate kneading.

He pushed his frame up a little bit and grabbed her arms... he pulled her down and made her drop of her knees.

He pulled out his boner and grabbed her head. He pushed her head towards his boner and made her claim his stiff cock in her innocent mouth.

He began to fuck her mouth. Vigorously and without mercy. He didn't care that he fisted her hair in pony tail behind her. He didn't care that her arms were on her back... He kept fuckin her mouth and kept grunting whenever the surge reached his core.

He kept doing it for a while. When he realized what he was doing, he slowly let go of her. But she wasn't ready to go. She continued giving him a wild blowjob. "Rough-handle me. Do it..."

Evelyn called at him, letting go of his cock for a moment.

"Huh?"

"Do it now, fool!!!"

She growled at him. The sudden light that shone across her face was strange. Damien never saw that coming.

"Oh you like it rough?"

He snickered and grabbed her head. He resumed the force and kept making her do his wish.

Damien felt like his body would burst open. It seemed as though he would explode at the manner at which she blew him out.

He didn't know what to think anymore. It seemed as though the girls seemed to be different everytime. It seemed as though he really didn't know anything about the girls.

He could never had thought that the fragile and shy Evelyn loved her sex rough! He couldn't had imagined it even if he went into solitude for several years, making the cold wall of a cave his partner.

He suddenly let her stop. If they kept going that way, and at that speed, he knew what was going to happen soon. He didn't want to cum yet.

He pushed at her tits and made her fall on her butts. She sat back up suddenly and grabbed his face, she kissed him hungrily and roughly. He loved it. He loved that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was so crazy.

The vibe, passion and desire fueled both the atmosphere and mood. It would be reasonable if the both of them cum at that period. The want and fire was scorching.

"Fuck me... fuck me!!!"

She growled at him. He chuckled wryly and grabbed her face. He kissed her all over her face, from her lips to her eyes, to every corner of her face.

He pushed her down again and fell on her.

"How do you want?"

He snickered, a gentle smirk succeeding the former.

"Now, you jerk... I want you inside me... now please."

He slowly grabbed his stiff cock and began to tease her with it.

"Pleading does not suit you, bitch. Yell..."

He made the tip of the cock brush the opening of her vagina which sent shudders down her body. Her thighs would shudder violently.

"Please Damien... inside..."

He read her eyes. The want and desire in them was beyond average. There was desperation hinted at plea.

Damien didn't want to make her suffer anymore. Because while he did that, he unintentionally got back at himself. "Brace yourself..."

He wasn't sure if that was romantic. He didn't care.

He thrusted deep into her and began to bang her as hard as he could. Hard enough to make a loud sound at every contact.

His body was arced upward over her body as he went in and out of her. His eyes were wild and her mouth filled... she couldn't help but scream at every thrust.

"Faster..."

She called and he did. He began to go very fast... faster than he had ever banged any of the girls. It seemed as though having sex with each of the girls comes with different and unique experience.

She suddenly reached her arms out quickly and pulled him into her chest, wrapping her fragile arms around his strong body, her lips devouring his as he slowed down with the bangs.

They continued like that for a while... her body against his. The warmth and sweat and smell added live to the passion and desire... like embers to flames.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

She called at him.

ME TOO.

He wanted to say, but didn't.

"Fuck... I'm cumming."

You would think that it was a hymn... her body suddenly charged and vibrated so heavily that it seemed like she was about to go on a fritz.

She cummed while he was still inside of him.

Point in time, Damien felt that adrenaline rush travel like a wrecking ball within him. He knew what it was... he knew he should pull out, but he didn't. He let it out inside of her.

"Oh... that was so good. I haven't been fucked that hard. Never in my life."

Evelyn panted, breathing heavily as though she had just dropped Ararat. She shut her eyes.

Her heart which had been pounding four times harder suddenly slowed down. She felt her chest light.

"Damien..."

She opened her eyes but he was no longer there. She sat up suddenly.

"Was it a dream?"

She quizzed, looking around. Then she felt some sticky substance between her thighs. She looked.

Juice flowing through the opening of her vagina down to the earth...

"What happened..."

Confused Evelyn muttered.