3 comments/ 19862 views/ 22 favorites Sinful Temptation By: Naughtily_Written Chapter One There were only a few things that drove a man to the company of Johnnie Walker on his wedding day. Being left at the altar was one of them. Baffled by how the day took this turn, I took another sip of my drink. I wanted to chug it. An alcohol-induced amnesia was preferable to this gnawing anger and need to hit something but years of disciple refused to allow me the escape. The sound of waves washing the shoreline mixed with the conversations around me and reminded me of the recordings I used to get to sleep sometimes. The relaxing effect was absent today. A Type A personality, I had my life planned down to the T. I earned that first million by the time I was twenty years and started my first sole ownership business that same year. Soon after, I made the Fortune 500 list. All that was left on the list was getting married and having those four kids I wanted. Two boys and two girls. I thought the marriage end of the deal was as good as done. From the moment I laid eyes on Amanda Holster I knew she was everything I imagined my future wife to be. Classy, poised and beautiful. Her father and I were business associates. He invited me to a dinner party at his residence about eight months ago. Though hating these shindigs where the primary objectives were to kiss someone's ass or have your ass kissed, I went anyway. She came down the stairs and every man in that room took notice. Long, pale blonde hair flowed around a slim, tucked waist and each step revealed legs that wouldn't quit through the slit in her figure-hugging dress. Her blue eyes said she knew the effect she had on the opposite sex and was not afraid to use that power. I wanted her and it was not long before I had her. We had sex on second date. I proposed on the fifth. Everything was going according to plan. I footed the bill for the expensive beach side ceremony on the Caribbean island of Saint Lucia but I did not mind. Money was no object as long as she was happy and I was spared most of the actual organizing. I had no delusions about our relationship. We fought often. She was a shopaholic with a propensity to flirt with anything that had a cock swinging between its legs. I was a workaholic with control issues who hated any overly emotional situations. We only got along when we fucked and even that aspect of our interaction had cooled in the last few weeks. She was marrying me for my money and to get out from beneath her father's thumb. I wanted my first child by the time I was thirty. I had no idea why I was so adamant about marrying her. I realized she was not the kind of mother I wanted for my children a long time ago but I hated admitting I was wrong, hated any setbacks in my plan. Now, sitting in a lonely, dark corner of the bar, weeks away from my thirtieth birthday and still wearing most of the white suit, bitterness boiled in my gut. A cleared throat pulled me away from my thoughts. A waitress was standing next to my table, her lips curved into a careful, sad smile. By now everyone at the small hotel heard about my fiasco of a wedding, especially since my former fiancé ran off with one of the staff. "Excuse me, sir. This came from the lady in red at the bar." She placed a glassed of the amber colored liquid in front of me. Gravity pulled the top embossed with the hotel logo lower and revealed dog paw tattoos on the top of breasts encased in dark lace. They were very nice breasts. The rest of the package was just as appealing. Rich ebony skin and deep, brown eyes that tilted at the edges. My cock did not stir. She noticed my attention and her smile turned seductive. Slowly rising, she said, "If there's anything else you need, let me know. I'm Annette, by the way." "Thank you, Annette. I'll let you know." She turned and left with a sashay of hips covered by tight pants that showed no panty lines. I waited for my cock to take notice. Nothing. I mentally sighed. Picking up the drink, I looked in the direction she indicated earlier. There was a redhead leaning against the wooden surface. Her stare was pointed, without any of the pity I'd been receiving for the better part of the day. She raised her glass and I reciprocated the action. Before I thought better of the action, I mouthed the words, join me. She smiled, placing a sandaled foot on the floor. My cock rose, imitated a fist pump. Now that's more like it! The dress accentuated her curves perfectly, clinging and giving teasing hints of what lay beneath one second, only to let go and swirl around her knees the next. Full breasts pushed at the top of the fabric. The image of burying my face there came out of nowhere. Would they be as soft and pillowy as they looked? Saliva pooled in the bottom of my mouth at the thought of sucking on her nipples. What color were they? Would they be as large or barely there bumps? Precum leaked from my tip and I barely bit back a groan. Confused by my reaction, I looked around for the waitress. She was only a few feet away, the invitation still in her eyes. She was everything I liked in a woman physically. Tall, slim and full of in-your-face sex appeal. My cock actually lost some of its fullness. I looked back at the full-figured woman. What was it about her? She was not bombshell gorgeous but she was pretty in that girl next door kind of way. The one that could hang with the fellas, go fishing on the weekends and was not afraid to break a nail. The one that all the guys imaged was a wild cat in bed but were too scared to find out. Was she? Would she scream and claw as I pounded her pussy from the back, my grip on those breasts pulling her back into each thrust? How would she react of I sucked on them? Nibbled on them? Would she get that bored looked that said move on already or would she arch in my mouth, demanding more? Shit. I shook my head slightly, shocked by my sudden obsession with that part of a woman's anatomy. This woman's anatomy. She took the seat opposite me and I took a deep breath in an effort to calm myself. I only made it worse. Her scent wove its way into my system. Dark and lovely. Just like her eyes green cat eyes and the red hair that set off the porcelain white skin. I struggled to pull my eyes away from her bosom. She smiled brighter, clearly unaware of the effect she had on me. "Wow, you're even better looking up close," she proclaimed with a voice that rang with a hint of a southern accent. She laughed at my look. "I did not mean that the way it sounded. I'm not hitting on you, I swear. It's just that, there's been a lot of talk about an idiot of a woman leaving a blond Adonis with sexiest brown eyes at the altar. I have to say you're more gorgeous than I expected. And with all this talk of beefcake bod with enough muscles to melt panties away, I was expecting a lot." This drew a snort from me. Built like a linebacker, I was all muscle and brawn. My size intimidated most people though I have noticed women seemed intrigued by the prospect that all of me was proportionate. It was. I leaned closer and got another whiff of her scent. "What else did they say?" "Oh, there's been some talk of comforting you. Especially those manly parts of yours. There was some mention of a whip and handcuffs. If you're into that, you'll have fun with the two three tables behind me." I tried to be subtle with my search. Two blondes sat there in dresses too tiny to contain much. I was not as inconspicuous as I thought. They both waved at me and giggled. I looked back at my companion. She was biting her bottom lip, trying not to laugh. "You'll protect me, won't you?" "Oh, absolutely. A ninja has nothing on me." She flexed a muscle. "Scary." We laughed. "That's much better." "What is?" "As sexy as your scowl is, I much prefer you smiling." It did feel good to smile. Tension eased from my shoulders and suddenly my failed wedding seemed like just an unfortunate incident to be brushed off. This was just what I needed. "Are you sure you're not hitting on me?" "Oh, you caught me. Just a little. I'm Sindale Fryer. My friends call me Sin." I took her outstretched hand. It was soft and feminine, swallowed by mine. "Sin," her name rolled off my tongue. Unusual yet so appropriate. Her body was made for sin and my mind had no problem conjuring up the sinful things we could do together. "Nice to meet you. I'm Cade. But you probably already knew that." She shrugged and took a sip of her drink. The liquid glistened off her lips before she licked it away. "Do you usually send drinks to strange men at bars? Thanks, by the way." "You're welcome and no, I don't. Don't take this the wrong way but you looked an absolute mess. Like that that crying ghost from Yo Gabba Gabba." "What?" Mesmerized by the way she gestured when she spoke, I thought I missed something. "It's a television program my niece watches. I'm ashamed to admit I'm hooked on it too. Anyway, he's always crying and sniffling." "And I reminded you of him?" "Well, you two both have the whole weepy giant thing going on." "Oh, come on. I didn't look that bad." "Okay, you're right. Would you believe I just wanted to extend a hand to someone I thought could use it?" I would not have mind hearing she was irresistibly drawn to me as I was to her but I sensed sincerity in her words. "Yes, I would." She smiled that sexy beam again. "So what else is there to know about Cade, uh, what's your last name?" "Nicholson." "Tell me about Cade Nicholson." "I'm from Detroit. I'm allergic to cats. I have a duel bachelor's degree in computer science and software engineering and own a software development company." "Oh, a geek. A good thing you're not wearing glasses, I'd probably join the hoard ready to attack you." "Got a thing for geeks?" "Oh, yeah. There's absolutely nothing sexier than intelligence." Her voice tilted at the word "sexier". The image of her in a little school girl outfit with glasses perched on her nose and bent over a desk as I spanked her rose quickly. I would kiss the hurt away after and make her ride me while I sucked on her delicious tits, her voice tilting in that same way as she begged me for more. My erection became painful. I tried to subtly adjust my position, not sure I liked the strength of this arousal for a woman I knew next to nothing about. She was watching me quizzically and I hurriedly asked, "How about you?" "There's not much to tell. I'm a dog person myself. Small town girl from North Carolina. I moved to the Big Apple when I graduated high school. Took a few college courses but never stuck with anything. I'm a waitress. I love sports, Japanese anime and I'll do absolutely anything for Jelly Beans." My eyebrow rose. "Anything?" "Okay, not anything but close." "I'll keep that in mind. What kind of sports do you like?" "Anything with sweaty, gorgeous men." She wiggled her eyebrows impishly. I chuckled. "I assume you're on vacation?" She nodded. "Why here?" "A friend mentioned coming here for her honeymoon. Said it was the most beautiful place on earth. I needed some time away. So here I am." "Alone?" "Yup." "Is there some guy waiting for you back home?" I thought it unlikely. I certainly would not let her out of my sight, I thought in an uncharacteristic show of possessiveness. Her eyes dulled and the ball of energy surrounding her dimmed. "Not anymore." I touched the back of her hand. "Tell me what happened." "I caught him cheating. It was not the first time. He said it would be the last but I kicked him to the curb. Fool me once and all that." Those big green eyes darkened with sadness and the force of my anger at the faceless idiot who caused it was another unexpected emotion. "I wallowed for a bit then I realized I was not really hurt by what happened. I was not in love with him. I hadn't been for a long time. I was more in love with the idea of being in love." She looked down for a second before hitting me with the power of that gaze again. "My mother once told me that there is that one person out there we're all meant to be with. Someone who brightens every day and makes your heart beat faster every time you see him or her. I want to belong to someone like that someday and have that person belong to me." "He didn't deserve you and though this might make me sound like the most selfish bastard on the planet I'll say it anyway. I'm glad you're here, no matter the circumstances that led to you coming." "I'm glad I came too." She smiled and the conversation took a happier turn. We talked for a long time, something I would not normally tolerate with most women but I was having a genuinely good time, her sense of humor refreshing. Though my cock reacted every time she smiled or leaned forward, every time she exhaled really, pushing those soft orbs up and out, I was... comfortable. The bar became increasingly crowded as time passed. "Want to get out of here?" I asked. She took my outstretched hand. "I'd love to." Outside, the main building of the hotel rose into the sky, meshing with the faint outline of mountains behind it. By unvoiced consensus we took the path in the opposite direction and followed the sound of the waves. Her hand felt good in mine and I had no wish to relinquish my claim. The night was warm and breezy, and the moon was full and high, illuminating the way to the tiny, secluded beach. The moon's light formed a deep, yellow 'v 'over the dark purple surface. Frothy waves pushed back and forth on the white shore. Sin sighed beside me and her hand tightened in mine as we took in the view. Only meters away from the water for the last few days and this is the first time I ventured near it. Any free time I had, I spent in my suite on my cell or checking my emails. Actually, I could not remember going to the beach since I was a teen. Damn, when did I stop enjoying the little things? Sin bent and gave me a sideways view of her voluptuous behind. I was tempted to take a step back and leer at the round shape. Instead I controlled the urge with the thought of her less than pleased reaction if I was caught. I followed her example. Shoes in one hand, she placed the other back in mine. "Come on, let's walk." I have no idea how long we walked. It seemed like a long time, yet not. The sand slid between my toes and the water lapped at our feet. The wind made the branches of the sparse palm tree population sway and played with our hair. It picked up Sin's perfume and gave it a salty undertone that had me taking deeper breaths than necessary. I was not a romantic man but even I had to admit the moment held a certain poetic charm. The first raindrop hit my cheek. Wiping it away, I looked up to find a few clouds had moved in while we strolled. There were not many and the wind was pushing them quickly along but I still felt obliged to ask, "Want to go back?" Her curls swung back and forth and she lifted her head, closing her eyes. Though the drizzle was not heavy, large spots appeared on her dress, plastering it to certain areas of her body. I was especially intrigued by a spot on her dress where the lacy pattern of her bra showed through. "It really is beautiful here." Her voice was low and intimate and seeing the way the moonlight brought out the highlights in her hair and glowed off her skin, I revised my earlier assessment of her. She was absolutely gorgeous. "The company is wonderful, too." Her eyes opened slowly and she tilted me further off my axis with her smile. "Yes, it is." She did something so totally unexpected then, I thought I was having another erotic fantasy. A pull of the cord at the top her dress loosened the fabric though it still clung hopeless to the globes. Cheer sections went off in my head when she pulled the dress down and wiggled out of it, revealing a pair of simple boy shorts and matching bra. They were a dark color I could not discern. My nails biting into my palm told me I was not dreaming. Not that I was complaining but, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" Was that a trick question? "I'm going in, silly." She placed her items a short distance away then took off running, setting of jiggles in all the right places. Wading into the water, she called, "Come on in. The water's great." Every part of Normal Cade said this was crazy but I found myself reaching for the buttons of my shirt anyway. Down to my black briefs, I followed her. "Damn, that's fucking cold." She splashed water in my direction. "Don't be such a baby." "Stop that." She did it again. "What?" I leaped for her. She squealed and tried to get away. The water fight was on as we tried to outdo each other. My hands closed around her waist and pulled her back against my front. We both froze when she encountered my erection. I expected her to move away. She did not. She pressed the curve of her ass into me. My cock found the perfect seat at the top of her cheeks and the bob of the waves created a humping motion. She rested her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes. My hand cruised over the gentle swell of her stomach and settled below her left breast. Her hand over mine, she brought it to her lips, kissing the tip of each before sucking the middle into her mouth. She curled her tongue around it and my cock wept with envy. Giving it one last flicker of her tongue, she placed the tips at her chin and trailed them down until my palm rounded her breast. We both groaned. I tested their weight. They fit my palm like a piece to a puzzle. Kneading, I left no part untouched. I raked my fingertips back and forth, round and round the stiff center and laid my open mouth over her shoulder. She moved her head to grant me better access and sighed my name. "That feels so good." Her breath became heavy with every twist of my hand and she cried out when I rolled her nipple between her fingers. Her hand closed over mine and stopped me. "I'll cum if you continue that. I have very sensitive nipples." "God, Sin," I groaned. My hips jerked and my hand tightening over her. She turned into the circle of my arms, her hand coming around my neck. "You have really sexy lips. I've been wondering if they taste as juicy as they look from the moment I saw you. Would you think me a terribly loose woman if I kissed you?" Her breath whispered over my lips as she spoke. "I'm all yours, sweetheart." She did not close her eyes as she closed in. The moment our lips touched was pure fire. She was slow with her exploration, her lips nibbling here and there, tongue only providing teasing licks before retreat back into her mouth. She moaned and her kiss turned voracious, her tongue slipping into my mouth. My self-control shattered and my hand grabbed her ass, pushing my cock against her core when she wrapped her legs around my waist. My hand on her nape, I controlled the angle of the kiss. I could not breathe but I did not need air when heaven was at my fingertips. She was the one to pull away to shower kisses on my neck and shoulders, tiny teeth scoring gently. I lifted her even higher until her breasts were level with my mouth. I kissed her through the material before drawing her deep into my mouth. Tonguing the stabbing tip, I slipped a finger beneath her underwear. Briefly toying with her bare lips, I teased her clit. Her breathing hitched when I squeezed the nub between my fingers with a rotating motion. "Harder." The word came out as a trembling whisper. "Just a little harder..." I applied more pressure and bit her nipple. She went wild in my arms. Chapter Two She had the most gorgeous tits I'd ever seen. They were perfection, soft, round and warm with cherry-sized nipples that stood out in the moonlight. We were back on the shore, her on her back, me on my knees between her spread thighs. My eyes could hardly take in the bounty. Her face, washed free of make-up but still beautiful. The shadowed triangle between her legs. And always back to those breasts... Her hands were above her head as she allowed me to look at my heart's content. The confidence with which she revealed her curves was such a turn on. She was not a size zero. Her thighs were lush, her hips generous and her tummy was slightly rounded and I could think of nothing I wanted more at the moment than to sink into her softness. I slid my hand up her side and cupped one globe. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever met." Sinful Temptation She laughed softly. "That had better not be a line because that's my Facebook status from now on. The sexiest woman Cade's ever met." I returned her smile. "It's definitely not a line. I can spend all night just looking at you." She arched into my hand, water droplets sliding off her skin even though the light drizzle had moved on. "Why would you do that when we can do far for interesting things?" "You're absolute right." I nuzzled a path along her neck and shoulders, nibbling on her ear. "You smell incredible. Like sex and chocolate." "Two of my favorite things." Her breath was unsteady and her hands wrapped around my back, her nails lightly scoring. I loved the little bite of pain. I buried my face between her tits, inhaling deep and rubbing my cheeks against them. They were absolutely fascinating. I paused to pay attention to the sides and undersides before pushing them together. "I've had a thing for your breasts from the minute I laid eyes on you." The nipples rubbed against each other and I engulfed them simultaneously, sucking with soft tugs. "So big and delicious." Her fingers in my hair, she held me tight to her. "Suck me harder." I obliged. "Oh, that feels good. Do that again." "You like it?" "You have no idea how much. Don't stop." Her wetness brushed my stomach, the mouthwatering fragrance of a female's honeyed sex wafting up to my nose. My hand moved on its own accord to explore her plump nether lips, delving between to find her bean. My lips followed, my nose flared. "I can't get over how good you smell. Do you taste as good, I wonder?" "You're more than welcomed to find out." Her eyes were hooded, reminiscent of feline seduction as they followed my every move. I opened her to the night, wishing I had more than moonlight to gaze upon her. As the first touch of my tongue, she cried out, hips lifting. I wanted to keep my eyes on the way her body undulated under my actions, the way her breasts thrust up and swayed but she was so sweet. Nothing had tasted this good before. My eyelids lowered in reverence. "Oh God. You taste even better. Fucking delicious." I had never been a fan of going down on a woman. I was a vanilla sex kind of guy. My usual style was to climb on top of a woman and once I got it in, stay there for as long as possible. What I lacked it adventurousness, I made up for in stamina. If a woman insisted on oral sex, I gave it to her, quick to get her to the finish line to get it over with. With Sin though... Not tasting her seemed an injustice so I French kissed her like I would her mouth. The saltiness of the sea lingered but beneath her spicy sweetness burst on my taste buds. She was not quiet or passive in her enjoyment. She grounded herself against me, telling me what she wanted in language that would turn a sailor's ears pink. Her aggression only made me harder, only made the need to fuck her more painful. "Oh, Cade! Don't stop," she sobbed as my tongue stabbed deep. "You're fucking me so good." I held her hips still with one hand while I stroked into her moistness with the other, thrusting with increasing tempo. Engulfing her nub, I reached up and squeezed her nipple. That was the final push she needed. "Cade..." That one syllable trembled with such need, need that called to the thunder roaring in my blood and disabled my brain. I could do nothing but respond. I was up and in her in the next second. Her clenching muscles welcomed me and we both groaned. Fire rushed from the back of my thighs and lower back, and pooled in my cock. A woman's cunt had never felt this good before and I knew the difference immediately. I was not wearing a rubber. I gritted my teeth as her orgasm pulled me deeper and tempted me to break my personal rule. Bareback with no one but my wife. "Oh shit. Not without protection." Her mouth said one thing. Her body said another, tightening around me and gushing warm liquid. I listened to our upper heads, throwing myself off her with mighty effort. I landed next to her on the sand hard, the tiny pricks welcomed as I tried to clear my head. My cock stood above my stomach, glistening with her moisture and pulsing an angry rhythm. Breathing just as harshly as she, I placed my hand over my eyes and called myself all kinds of fool. Smooth, silky and soaked, Wendy's pussy was the best thing I've ever felt. I have never had sex without a condom. Growing up in the projects and watching my single mother struggle, I vowed to never bring a child into this world until I was properly prepared. But for those brief seconds, surrounded by paradise I wanted to throw caution to the wind so bad I still was not sure if I should pat myself on the back for having the strength to pull back or kick my own ass. When my cock was engulfed by wet heat, my personal hell suddenly turned into heavenly bliss. Hips jerking, I groaned. My hand fell away to reveal the gorgeous woman kneeling next to me, her tongue doing wicked things to me and her fingers massaging the sacs beneath. Her pale skin was stark against the night. Her seductive gaze ensnared mine to send more chills up my spine and her red lips stretched so beautifully around me. With the waves lapping my feet and the smell of salt fading in the background, I fell into a fanciful world that I would never have entertained a few hours ago. In my mind's eyes, she was a sultry siren enticing weary sailors to their sweet demise and I was her willing victim. She rubbed her cheeks and chin against me and hummed a low sound much like a cat's purr. "You smell divine, musky and hot. And you taste even better." She sucked on the tip, one strong, slow pull before allowing spit to dribble onto it. The thick liquid ran down my length and she wrapped me in her fist, slowly pumping up and down. I was too wide for her hand to encompass yet her hand handled me so expertly, the organ wept. Slowly, up and down she stroked, up and down, as her lips nibbled here and nibbled there. "Tell me what you like. I want to make you feel good too." If she made me feel any better, I was sure to detonate from it. She licked the underside of the mushroom head, doing a fancy trick with her tongue. Pleasure vibrated my chest, making my voice deeper and lower when I answered, "Definitely that." She chuckled and sweet mother of God... The sound resonated into pulsations that had my toes curling and the muscles along my stomach clenching. My fingers tangled in her hair as I fought to keep still under her attention. "How about this?" Small teeth lightly scraped along the sensitive skin at my tip, soothed by long licks. I felt my eyes dilate. "Fuck yeah... Ahh shit, you're good at this." "It gets even better, baby." In a repertoire I found quite extensive, she swirled and flicked her tongue, following the direction of my body and groans. My hips began to move helplessly, thrusting up to meet her downward motion. She seemed to enjoy this as much as I, her pussy riding my thigh, guiding my free hand to pinch and roll one of her nipples. She pumped her hips in time with her mouth. She increased her rhythm and my fell back on the sand, only to snap right back up. I did not want to miss a second of this. "Fuck, your mouth is so good. Oh yeah, lick right there. A little harder, baby. Oh fuck yes!" My fingers were sure to be pulling to the auburn strands but she only moaned, her lids growing heavier every time they tightened involuntarily. There was nothing I loved more that a woman who loved a little pain with her pleasure, just as I liked mine. Together we strained toward fulfillment. "Oh shit, I'm coming," I warned. Incredible pressure built almost to the point of pain and there was no turning back. She pulled away abruptly to fly her head back with a wild cry that echoed of the wave. One hand between her legs, she continued to pump my stiffness with the other and pearly white drops decorated the breasts sure to live in my every dream, day or night, from now on. My brain shut down and for the next few seconds, minutes, hours, years it could have been I was on a high so powerful everything made sense, everything felt right. I slowly opened my eyes to find her resting against my stomach with a pleased smile. I rolled us over, looking down at my spent seed. "That looks good on you." She rubbed it into her skin as we both watched. "Yes, it does." "Come upstairs with me." Such a vivacious, openly sensual woman, I was not nearly done with her. Her eyes snapped back up to mine and my heart boomed. Then she smiled. "Of course. You don't think I'd let you get away from me until I ride this cock, do you?" Just that easily I was erect again and pushing against the softness of her belly. She smiled and shimmied in her way that had me groaning. "Oh no, no, no. I definitely have to have you inside me before the night is over. Please tell me you have condoms in that room of yours." "Damn straight." It was supposed to be my honeymoon suite after all. Eager to get there and happier than I've felt in a long, long time, I jumped to my feet. Urging her up, I ran for the sea. "Race you." Her musical laugh followed me. "Hey, you have a head start. That's not fair," she called. "So says the loser." We washed up with much giggling and silly shenanigans before shrugging into our clothes. Our free hands joined, we walked back to the hotel barefooted. **** Sin leaned over to towel her legs dry and presented me with the perfect view of her pussy framed by the luscious globes of her ass. The imprint of my hands was there from the many times we had gone at each other since arriving in the room. Her breasts carried the same marks and I'd be a lying bastard if I said it did not please me to see them. As soon as the door closed, I grabbed her. She had been just as frantic as I. We did not take the time to properly undress. With her dress shoved up around her hips, her panties torn and my pants unzipped, I'd pounded into her like a man possessed. We had dinner on the balcony after. It started out innocently enough but then she looked at me with that look in her eyes, the one that said fuck me now. She reinforced her message by placing her hand on my thigh and saying, "I want you again. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't walk straight tomorrow. So that no other man's cock will ever compare to yours." More than up for the challenge, I took her on the table, dishes and utensils crashing to the floor. I did not let up until she climaxed around me. She screamed so loud, the people in the neighbors rooms surely knew my name and what a "splendid fuck" I was. Our rough play must have been infectious because other cries soon joined ours, making Sin laugh with delight even as she spasmed around my cock. Sitting back down, I let her ride me as I sucked on her bouncing tits. I climaxed harder than I ever had that time. Still nestled inside her, I fed her some fruit that was spared the session on the table. We talked some more as the area grew quiet once more, learning more about each other. I don't know who moved first, but we made love then. Tender, eyes-locked, no--words-said-but-so-much-communicated, slow and easy love. I should have been scared out of my mind. Instead I savored the feel of homecoming. We just finished taking a shower. The image of her skin beaded with water as she took my cock would forever be etched in my brain. I could still hear her cries for more as she clawed my back. I should be sated. In fact, I should be well tuckered out and unable to get it up let alone be so hard that I could drive nails into the wall. I could not get enough of her though. Precum already dampened the head of my cock. I fisted the length, stroking up and down slowly. She started to rise. I placed a hand on her back. "No, don't move." She obeyed my command though she added a twist I did not expect. She reached up and ran her finger over her skin, pushing it deep into herself. Looking back at me, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glowed. "I should not want you again this soon," she voiced my thoughts, circling her clit with her wet finger. Her eyes dropped to my cock. "But all I can think about is having you in me. So hard and big, stretching me." I was becoming less and less concerned with what should be and reveling in what was. I never enjoyed being with a woman like I did Sin. She was so open with her passion, so giving in her manner and I wanted to soak up every minute I had with her. "Open your legs wider." She did as I asked. Her folds were totally soaked. She pushed two fingers into her pussy this time and immediately started a hard rhythm. Her flesh swallowed her fingers hungrily with sucking sound. Her breath became harsh as she palmed her breast. "Oh yeah, baby. Fuck that pussy harder," I growled, stroking my cock in time with her hand. She shuddered, her fingers curving. Her juices were running down her hand and the scent of it filled the air. "I'm going to cum, Cade. Please don't let me jump over that edge alone." The control I treasured shattered. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her upright and pushed into her with a long stroke. She cried out and guilt laced into my desire but her muscles squeeze me and I was pulled down that tunnel again. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I bit down on her shoulders. I pulled back and slammed into her again. Again. And again. It got better every time we fucked but this time was beyond explanation. My cock was so hard, I felt ready to shatter. "Damn, baby, you're so tight. So fucking tight." She shifted and I slipped deeper into her warmth. "Fuck me, Cade. Don't hold back. It hurts so good," she cried, her nails digging into the hand I had around her midsection. Her words pushed me passed the point of no return. I pounded into her, loving the way her breasts moved with the action. "Pinch your nipples for me." I thought she had not heard me at first, her cries so loud but she reached up and fondled herself, bringing the tip to her mouth to swipe with a lusty tongue. She went quiet but shuddered hard. Her pussy gripped me even tighter and I realized what was different. "Oh fuck, I'm not wearing a condom." I had never gone in raw with any female but for the second time in less than twelve hours I completely lost my head with Sin. She dropped to her knees, her hand immediately fisting me. Her other hand stroked between her legs furiously. "Come on my tits, Cade. Cover me with your come." The first blast hit her cheek, the second just above her right nipple. She trembled, her hand squeezing me tighter. "Oh yes, Cade, I'm coming too." I don't know when I closed my eyes but I opened them to her rubbing the thick drops into her skin, the hand that was in her pussy now in her mouth. Lifting her, I claimed her lips, groaning at the taste of her. I washed us both. Towels left in a careless heap on the bathroom floor, I carried her to the bedroom, arranging us above the sheets. She snuggled against my side, her hand over my heart. "Did I hurt you?" Now that the heat of the moment was gone, I was kicking myself for being so reckless. She did not answer. I looked down to find her lashes fanned over her cheeks. A tiny snore escaped and I was oddly enchanted. Watching her sleep, I wondered at the strange little ache beneath her hand. Though Amanda and I lived together for a few months, we never fell asleep in each other's arms. She usually rushed off for a bath after we fucked like she could not get the scent of me off her fast enough. I usually retreated to my home office and either worked the rest of the night away or gave in to sleep on the couch there. Inhaling the scent of Sin's hair, I could kick my own ass for being so insistent on a marriage that clearly was not going to work. I made a mental note to send Amanda a thank you card for jilting me when I got back home. Sighing, I cupped her backside in my hand. She threw her thigh over mine. Her hard nipple against my chest and her sex riding my thigh, I happily gave into exhaustion. Chapter Three I woke slowly, inhaling deep to find the scent of sex mingled with... sausage? My hips languidly thrust up into the warmth hugging my cock, leaving me only concerned with the source of my pleasure. The morning's light came into through the door and bounced off the highlights in the red hair that licked my thighs. Raising my head off the pillow, I tangled my fingers in the strands as last night came back to me. "Oh Sin..." Watching her in the daylight, I thought again how fitting her name was. She was wicked incarnated. Sinful temptation wrapped up in dangerous curves and an insatiable appetite. Popping me free, she reached for a piece of fruit in the tray a few inches away. She painted the head of my cock with it before eating it. Lips hovering over my length, warm breath teasing the organ to jump and chase her mouth, she said, "I ordered breakfast. I hope you don't mind." Not one damn bit. The words were stuck in my throat but surely no one expected me to be able to speak when she was doing such amazing things to me with her tongue. Oh fuck yeah... Do that again... Oh yeah... My head fell back on the bed and I groaned. She giggled naughtily and deep throated me. She brought me to the edge of paradise only to rise. "Oh no, you're not coming yet. I'm not nearly done with you."She chuckled at my lazy glare, taking another piece of the yellow fruit, this time squeezing it in her palm. The juice hit my dick in a steady stream and I arched off the bed, its cool feel making me hotter. The remainder, she used to coat her breasts and the valley between. She took another piece and placed it in her mouth. Flipping her hair to one side, she brazenly held my gaze and welcomed my cock between those heavenly mounds... Christ have mercy! Unless I was buried deep inside her, I did not think this moment could get any better. She suckled the tip and thrust me up to meet her tongue and the contrasting cool fruit. I bit my lip to hold back a shout, involuntarily grabbing onto her hair and pushing my hips upwards. A muffled groan escaped when she swirled the piece over the head and underside, her tongue probing my slit teasingly. "Damn baby. That's so good. So fucking good." Overwhelming pleasure pushed the words from my throat. Pushing her hair out of the way, sight, sound and feel combined in exquisite harmony. The engorged head of my dick disappeared between soft, supple breasts only to reappear and be engulfed by pink lips. Small teeth nipped and nibbled with just the right bite of pain, soothed by her talented tongue and the easy rhythm of her tits fucking me. Fruit juice and her spit combined to slicken the way, making the glorious sound of sex. It was too much yet not enough. I was seconds away from orgasm but I did not want this end yet. Rising quickly, I reversed our positions with our heads facing the end of the bed. "My turn." Laughing, she saucily chewed her treat and swallowed. She did not fight me, only stretching like the sultry feline I associated her with and hugging my waist with her thighs. Her wet sex rode my stomach and hard nipples poked into my chest. "Show me what you've got, big boy." I was never one to back down from a challenge. "Don't move." She grabbed onto the railings and allowed her thighs to fall back to the bed to show her compliance. I got to my knees. Legs spread, pussy wet, breasts thrust up... Was there ever a more beautiful sight? I was certain there was not. "Your ex is an ass to let you go." She smiled. "I think so too." I loved morning sex. It was the act at its most primal form. It was real without the civility society portrayed it. There was no makeup, no perfumes, no perfect hairdos or even brushed teeth. It was real, raw and dirty. But just as with everything else with this woman, I did not want to get in and out as quick as possible. I wanted to take it slow, to savor her body. I wanted to bring her to the point of euphoria so that she never forgot me because I sure as hell would not forget her. Sinful Temptation I surveyed the items on the tray, smiling at the three packets of condoms there. Knowing how easily I lost my head with Sin, I rolled one on then. The green in her eyes was slowly swallowed by her expanding pupils as she watched my hands. "Everything you do is so sexy." Caressing her thigh produced shivers that made her nipples elongate and deepen in color. "I can say the same about you." Bypassing the heart shaped pancakes, sausages and scrambled eggs, I grabbed a piece of mango from the fruit salad. I sucked the wedge into my mouth and our lips met, open-mouthed and wet, sharing the fruit. I fed the fruit back to her and she chewed it, sharing the juice with me. Some ran down her chin and I followed it to the base of her neck before reaching for another piece. Picking up where I left off, I caressed her shoulders and chest with it, my lips following the trail of juice. At her breasts, I crushed the piece. Fragrant drops floated in the air as the juice dripped onto her skin. She moaned when it hit her nipples. I suckled the tips, licking the undersides and tops. "Hmm, that feels really good. You have a very talented tongue Mr. Nicholson." "All the better to please you with." Lewdly tonguing her nipple, I looked up at her. She giggled even as she arched, force-feeding me of her breast. "Damn, I thought I was corny but you're winning hands down." I smiled against her skin, letting her nipple go to grab another piece. More juice flowed down the gentle swell of her stomach, into the well of her belly button and over her mound. It mixed with her cream and flowed down the crack of her ass. I followed the line. She swayed with the licks of my tongue and the suckles of my mouth. When I reached the top of her sex, I rubbed the yellow fruit up and down between her slit, manipulating it across her clitoris before dipping it into her well. She cried out, her hips rising off the bed. Holding her down, I used my tongue to push the fruit high, repeating the action with another piece of fruit, then another. I added my middle finger into the mix, pressing it against her walls, crushing some of the mango. Her flesh clenched tight, releasing drops of their juice and aroma. The juice mixed with hers and steadily flowed from her core. "Oh God, Cade. I need more. Make me come." "All in good time, baby. I need to taste you first." I put my mouth on her. The mango only intensified her sweetness. With my thumb and pointing finger, I held her opened and cursed the fact that I never appreciated the taste of a woman before. I suspected though, that no other woman tasted this good. "Oh, Cade, yes, just like that. God, yes, fuck me with your tongue." I sucked hard, rocking my face back and forth and pulled a piece of mango into my mouth. She screamed. "Oh yes. Do that again." She spread her thighs wider, pulling her knees against her chest. Every time I dove in for more fruit, she made the sexiest sounds, her body completely in tune with my mouth. "You as so fucking hot." There was no truer statement. Her hair was spread out over the white sheet, fire on ice. Her skin was flushed a rosy hue. Her pussy was spread and a wet spot had already formed beneath her. I had never seen a more beautiful sight. I pushed two fingers high in her and together, my mouth and hand fucked her. Using the last piece of mango, I massaged her g-spot with it. She went nuts. Her muscles were grasping, her thighs were quavering and she was shouting my name. She was close, so close, when the door to the suite swung open. "Cade, baby, I'm so sorr-" Amanda's eyes widened. She was wearing a sundress and high-heeled sandals that complimented her pale hair and skin. Her makeup was perfectly done. Not one hair strand was out of place. Somehow she found the right place in the room so that light gave the illusion of a halo around her head. I had an epiphany. Packing the strength of a right hook, it hit me. I was going to marry this woman to fill a void in me that said a kid who came from the projects was good enough to resident in Amanda's world of riches and entitlement. A world I would never fit into no matter how many millions I made. With Sin's cream on my tongue and my dick bursting at the seams, I realized that I had nothing to prove. I had already done what I set out to do. Give my mom a better life while pursuing my passion for technology and being financially stable. I would still love that wife and kids but not with a woman as cold and calculating as the woman who looked like an angel but acted like the devil. I wanted a woman as warm and giving as the siren I met less than twenty-four hours ago. "Cade, how could you? In the room where we were supposed to have our honeymoon?" Amanda started her indignant tirade, voice screeching like she had not ran off with another man, leaving me humiliated in front of more than one hundred guests. Her eyes did not contain an ounce of hurt, only the manipulative gleam I was familiar with. "Look, just get rid of the bitch and I'll be willing to overlook this... small indiscretion on your part. Then we can get married and go back to how things were." Pulling out the mango, I chewed on it, relishing the last of Sin's essence combined with the tropical fruit. I gave her pussy one last lick before raising my upper body off her. Amanda's eyes narrowed at the act, her nose flaring and cheeks growing pink. I could not tell if she was aroused or mad. Maybe she was both. I thought Sin would scramble to cover herself but she languorously rolled onto her stomach and got to her knees. Like my ex was not standing a few feet away, she thrust her bottom in the air and looked over her shoulder. "Fuck me, Cade. Show her what she'll be missing." If it was possible to get any harder, I would have. "With pleasure." Lining my cock with her entrance, I pressed deep. "Cade, what are you doing? Stop it. Right this instant." Amanda was definitely angry. I ignored her because nothing compared to sinking into Sin's pussy. Nothing. "You're so fucking tight, Sin." "Oh, yes, Cade. Give me all that beautiful cock." She suddenly turned her gaze Amanda's way, pushing back into my slow thrusts. "He's so big, isn't he?" Furious blue eyes bore into Sin but there was laughter in her voice. "But you might not have been able to appreciate the fact. Going around the block too many time can cause some slackness, I hear. There are places you can get that fixed these days." An indignant squeak escaped Amanda and I barely smothered my laughter. "Get out of here, Amanda. There won't be a wedding and as you can see, I'm busy." She pointed a finger at me. "You'll regret this. You'll never find another woman like me." "That's the point, babe." The door slammed shut after a frustrated scream. Grabbing Sin's hair into a ponytail, I pulled her up into a kneeling position, my hips screwing into hers faster. Nipping her shoulder, I said, "That's was quite a naughty thing you just did." "Yes, it was. Punish me." I pushed her back down to the bed with a growl. I rammed into her, my grip on her hair pulling her back into me. I smacked her ass, watching it turn red with primal satisfaction. She gave as good as she got, pushing back into my thrusts, hissing and arching when my palm connected with her cheeks. "Is that what you want? Or do you want me to fuck you harder..."I slammed her hips harder into her, pushing her a few inches up the bed. "... to fuck you faster..." the wet sound of sex came faster and faster as her hips were pushed closer to the bed under the weight of mine. "... to fuck you until you're so sore you can't walk? Tell me. Let me hear you say it." "Yes, Cade. More, give me all you've got. Ahh... yesss." Her ass jiggled with each impact. "Oh yes, you're so deep. I love it when you fuck me like this. Oh, fuckmefuckmefuckme." The litany continued until she bit the sheet to muffle a scream when I put my hand beneath her to strum her clit. The shakes that signaled her climax imminent started. I wanted to see her face when she came. Pulling out, I rolled her onto her back. Hands closed around her waist, I pulled her into my thrust, sighing when that vice-like grip cradled me again. Me on my knees, hers pushed up and out, I had the perfect view of her pink pussy stretching to accommodate me and her breasts bouncing. One hand closed around her breast, the other on her hip, and everything else fell away. It was just us. Two people in a fiery storm of passion and need. Sin cupped her other breast. "Suck me, please." "Let me see you do it." She did not hesitate and took a hard nipple between her lips and sucked. I felt her body's reaction, the shivers deep inside pulling on my cock, the wiggle of her hips making her even tighter. "Fucking beautiful. Bite down it, baby. Yes, just like that." I captured the free nipple between my teeth and did the same while I fingered her clit. Her hips bucked hard and small nails dug into my ass, urging me faster. Not five seconds later she was screaming around her mouthful, washing me with the warm juices of her climax, willing me to follow. My groans escalated and my grip on her thighs tightened as I followed her. It could have been hours later when I pushed her damp hair away from her face and kissed her. Her eyelashes fluttered opened and I was drowning in the green pools. That odd ache was back in my chest. She smiled lazily. "I think I need a shower but I'm too tired to move." "When do you have to leave the island?" She lost her smile and looked away. "In three days." Capturing her chin, I forced her look at me. "Spend that time with me." Her beautiful smile was back, her eyes shining with mischief. "Will there be sex involved?" "Lots and lots of it." "Then consider me yours for the rest of this vacation." Mine. That had a nice ring to it. Pressing my lips against hers, I decided this vacation only whet my appetite for this redhead. Sin did not know it yet but she was mine for more than just the next few days.