Chapter 18: The Threat

I didn't know where Ethan got so many 'creative' ideas. His foreplay was overly thorough. When I was dissatisfied with his dawdling and reached out to pull down the edge of his swim trunks, he stood up with me in his arms.

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

I did as he said, and before I could react, his already engorged dick was fully sheathed inside me.

I let out a sharp scream, and Ethan also groaned, panting. "Baby, relax, you're too tight."

The yacht had four levels, and he maintained that position, carrying me from the top deck down to the second, with each step I could feel the thing inside me hitting deeper, then shallowly withdrawing, without any rhythm to speak of.

I couldn't control my breathing, and to ensure my body's balance and not fall off him, I had to tightly hold onto his neck. As a result, my nipples were pressed against his, rubbing continuously.