My legs were still spread, my t**s still out, my panties still soaked. I didn’t even have time to pull my shirt down. I just stood there, silent, horrified, soaking wet, as her voice rang through the cabin door.
“She hasn’t come to the lounge yet!” B?lla sed. “I’ve looked everywhere for her, and she’s not answering her phone!”
I didn’t even breathe. I couldn’t. I pressed my hand to my forehead and stared down at my trembling hands, my nails dug into the wall. I wanted to scream, but not from shame. From the, burning ache between my thighs.
From the way his body was fucking hot and hard and silent. From the fact that I hadn’t finished.
“And when are you coming out?” she added, and her
Voice had that bratty whine she always used when she was annoyed.
“Your friends the ones you invited, which I told you not to, are still here. They’re waiting for you!”
Connor didn’t move.
Not an inch.
His hand was still on my waist, gripping me tight like a warning. His cock was still pressing into my ass, so thick and hard I could feel every fucking inch through his pants. His mouth was right next to my ear again when he whispered it.
“Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even fucking breathe,” he said, voice sharp and cold and filthy.
“Because if you make a single sound and she walks in, I’ll make you finish right there. Right in front of her. And you’ll look me in the eyes while I ruin you.”
My knees buckled. My cunt clenched. My mouth opened like I was about to scream. But I didn’t. I held still. I held silent.
And I stood there, dripping down my thighs, with my best friend on the other side of the door and her father behind me whispering threats that made my pussy soak even harder.
He stepped back, straightened his shirt like he wasn’t seconds away from bending me over and fucking me raw, and raised his voice toward the door.
“I saw her go to the restroom,” he said, his tone calm, deep, controlled in a way that made my thighs clench all over again. “She’ll meet you soon.”
There was a pause.
Then B?lt? groaned. “Okay, Dad. Just hurry up, please.”
The sound of her footsteps faded and then finally, silence. The moment she was gone, Connor let out a low, heavy breath like a wolf trying not to lose his temper.
His eyes dragging down my trembling body. My breasts were still bare, my nipples red and wet from his mouth, my panties shoved halfway down my thighs, completely ruined.
I was still pressed against the wall, not even pretending to hide what I was an 18-year-old girl soaking for the man she wasn’t supposed to want.
“Fuck,” he muttered, stepping closer again, his voice low, dangerous, rough with need. “That was close.”
He tilted his head and looked at me like he didn’t know what to do with me. His hand lifted to my chest again without warning, and I gasped as he pinched my nipple hard between his fingers. My whole body jolted, my back arching against his touch.
“Hmmm,” I breathed, eyes fluttering shut. “Would… would this happen again?”
He didn’t answer immediately. He stepped in closer, until I could feel his breath brushing over my lips, his hand still twisting and toying with my nipple until it was stiff and sore.
Then he leaned down, so close to my ear I felt the words burn through me before he even said them.
“I don’t touch the same girl twice, little girl,” he growled, his voice thick with warning, with danger, with something that made my pussy throb and my knees wobble. “But who knows… let’s see how it goes.”
My stomach dropped. My heart slammed into my ribs. I didn’t know if I was relieved or wrecked. I didn’t know if I should cry or get on my knees and beg. All I knew was I wanted it again. I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
He pulled back slightly and glanced down at my ruined dress, his jaw ticking as he studied the mess he made.
“Now I need to leave,” he said flatly but it came out like he didn’t want to leave. “Grab a towel.
Cover yourself. Go to your room and get another dress. This one’s ruined.”
I didn’t move. I just stared at him, lips parted, still panting, still aching. I wanted to grab him again. I wanted to fall to my knees and unzip his pants and suck his cock until he forgot his own fucking name. But instead, I nodded.
“Fuck,” he muttered one last time, dragging his hand down his face as he stepped toward the door.
“Get dressed before I change my mind.”
Then he left.
****
Fuck it happened.
I know what you’re thinking. Don’t lie. I can feel you. Sitting there, reading this, soaking your own damn panties, gripping your thighs like you’re trying to pretend you’re not turned on.
Like you didn’t just imagine his fingers sliding inside you too. I know y’all are wet right now. Don’t even act like you’re not. Don’t act like your mouth wasn’t hanging open the whole time, or like your hand didn’t wander down between your legs.
But I’ll be honest..this isn’t over.
This was the beginning.
And I’m not leaving this yacht until he ruins me completely.
**Lily**
I had to sneak out.
Like actually sneak. On a yacht. Half-naked.
Do you know how humiliating it is to tiptoe through a luxury hallway with no bra on, wearing a crumpled towel and panties that are clinging to me like they’ve just survived a hurricane? My hair was a disaster.
My nipples were still hard. My thighs were still shaking. And my face probably looked like I’d just been dragged through five rounds of sex and slapped with sin.
Because guess what?
I had been.
Okay, maybe not five rounds. But that man finger-fucked my soul against the wall, whispered shit in my ear that I’ll never recover from, and left me standing there looking like the cover of a porn novel while my best friend banged on the fucking door looking for me. And now here I am. Walking.
Waddling. Praying I don’t run into anyone.
I kept my head down like that was going to hide the fact that my t**s were literally bouncing, nipples poking through like they were trying to snitch on me.
Every step made me clench because I could feel it, the wetness still dripping from my pussy, sliding down my inner thigh like shame.
And don’t even get me started on how fucking red my chest was. He pinched my nipple so hard I might as well tattooed Daddy was here across it.
When I finally reached my room, I didn’t walk in. I crashed. I’slammed the door shut and dropped my face into the pillow like I’d just survived war. I didn’t even change right away.
I just laid there, spread out like a murder victim, t**s still out, panties still twisted, breath still uneven.
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