Authors: Cassandra Zara

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When
finally the orgasm subsided, she collapsed back into his legs. He
jiggled her ass with his hands, and then commanded her again. “Get
up.” At first she thought he might be annoyed that she hadn’t
sucked him for long, but as she stood up and looked behind her, she
knew what she saw. Desire. Lust. Animal need. He stood up and grabbed
her hand, bringing her to the parasols. As she grabbed on with both
hands, he crouched down a little and his cock finally found the hole
it had been waiting for. She raised up on her tiptoes as he dove in.

It
felt so good as he entered her, his wet cock sliding in between her
wet ass cheeks. She screamed with the pleasure, but he didn’t slow
down at all. He pounded within her, spreading her open. She put her
head down as she straightened her arms out. He grabbed a handful of
her wet hair and pulled, bringing her face up to his. His long cock
easily stayed within her as the two rocked in tandem while they
kissed. He reached his other hand up, cupping her large breast,
grabbing at the soft flesh. He released her hair and breast at the
same time, putting both hands on her hips and returning to plowing
her deeply. She moaned with pleasure as she felt herself being filled
completely. He removed one hand from her hip, and it came back and
spanked her ass with a hard SLAP. She gasped and pushed herself
harder against him. He softly rubbed the area he had smacked, the
pain and pleasure mixing in a fantastic recipe.

He
pulled out of her and spanked her ass again, and then lay on the
beach chair again. This time, when she lowered herself onto his cock,
he didn’t try and stop her. She bounced on her with all the effort
she could muster, letting her tits bounce to and fro to give him a
show. She squeezed them together for him, and he responded by
grabbing her ass and pulling her in. She squeaked as he began to
pound into her from below. He grabbed her hands and put them behind
her back, holding them there with one of his massive hands while
gripping her ass with the other. The feeling of his entire body
touching hers was making her even hotter. She thought he might come
like this, so he began moaning and whispering right in his ear. “Fuck
me. Use my body, Gabriel. Put me where you want me,” she said
sexily to him

That
last statement apparently got to him, as he let go of her and spanked
her ass, letting her know to get off of him. He stood up. “Get
on the beach chair,” he growled at her. She did so, and spread
her legs as she lay down. He was on top of her immediately. He spread
her legs open and plunged into her, and her arms were instantly
around him. His eyes alternated between looking into her eyes and
looking down at his own manhood entering her folds. His pace
quickened, and she dug her nails into his back as she cried out with
pleasure. He closed his eyes and began muttering in French, too
quickly and softly for her to follow what he said. His rhythm
changed, and he changed to long strokes. She knew what was coming,
and embraced him tightly. Suddenly his eyes opened, and he looked at
her with eyes full of release, as his seed escaped his body and found
its way to her. A groan left his body as he pumped within her again
and again. She squeezed down on him, milking him of all the cum she
could. After he was done pumping, he lay there on top of her, letting
his weight fall on her. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him
close to her as his breathing finally slowed and his heart rate
returned to normal.

All of a sudden, he got up. “Satiated by his
feast, the French shark must return to the water he came from and
cleanse himself.” He extended his hands to help her up, and she
accepted. She already felt herself leaking, so she didn’t need any
more encouragement. However, he said, “How do you say it in
English? Last one to the water is a spoiled egg!” As he ran
away, she decided she didn’t need to worry about looking too sexy,
and ran after him. He beat her by a mile, and the two had fun
splashing each other in the water for a little while longer before
drying off finally and going back to his house. As they left the
sandy beach, she smiled a bittersweet smile, for she knew this was
the last time she would be on the beach for this trip. Would she ever
be back? No one could tell the future, but she felt like she would be
seeing this beach again…

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“
Where
are you going? Do you also not feel well?” his concerned face
filled her vision. She hoped he couldn’t see the tears forming
as she desperately looked at her feet to get away from his eyes.

“
I
know that you don’t want to go out with just me. I don’t
want to waste your evening, so I’ll just go.” She was
proud that her voice didn’t crack.

“
What?
Why would you think that, ma chérie?” he asked her,
moving in front of her and putting his hands on her shoulders. She
couldn’t look up at him, tears brimming in her eyes as she
shared the fear that filled her heart.

“
Why
would you want me when you can have someone as beautiful as her?”
she whispered, not daring to look up into his face. She stared down
at their feet, wishing she could just disappear into the deck. He put
his hand under her chin, tilting her face up with his fingers. She
reluctantly looked up and into his eyes, losing herself in their sea
of green.

“
Because
you are a beautiful woman. Because I want you, not her. You are a
real woman. There are hundreds of girls with her kind of beauty, but
only one of you. I thought I had made my interest in you clear at the
restaurant. I… I am glad she isn’t coming,” he paused
looking deeply into her eyes, making sure she clearly heard the next
part. “I want you…”

About the Author

Cassandra Zara is a
young woman in her 30s who has wanted to write the kind of fiction
she’d like to read for a long time. It may sound cliché,
but she really does love long walks on the beach with her husband.
Her new baby keeps her plenty busy, but she’s overjoyed to have
people who enjoy her work.

Please tell me what
you think and send me ideas. My email address is
[email protected] and I’d love to hear what direction you want
any sequels to this story or any other story to take!

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