Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel 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?"