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Daniel

My wife and I went on a vacation away from the problems of our regular lives. I needed some time alone with her, just the two of us, getting wild and free and enjoying each other’s company. Our story had taken an unexpected turn for the best, but we weren’t done telling it; we weren’t done exploring the next few pages.

Dressed in a white shirt with the top buttons undone and a pair of white shorts, I stared at my wife from the helm station. She stood on the deck, her elegant figure silhouetted against the vast expanse of sea and sky. Her manicured hands grasped the railing, slender fingers wrapped around the polished steel as if anchoring herself against the wind’s gentle caress.

The fiery tendrils of her red hair swirled around her face, dancing to the rhythm of the sea breeze. Her flowing white gown, almost see-through, seemed to shimmer and glow in the sunlight, its hem flailing in the direction of the wind.

She looked so beautiful, her skin glistening in the light, her slender figure calling out to me. Scarlett looked over her shoulder and met my gaze, a bright smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

The boat was busy rocking gently on the open sea, its white hull piercing through the deep waters like a whisper. The yacht was elegant, with sleek, polished woodwork and a wide enough deck to have me cooking up something wild in my head. The sea stretched endlessly in all directions, its surface simmering beneath the sunlight, with waves lapping softly against the sides.

The cool breeze carried the scent of salt and the faint aroma of something floral—Scarlett’s perfume. Overhead, a lone seagull wheeled, circling lazily before diving toward the water. The sky, once a brilliant blue, had slowly begun to transition into a canvas of orange and pink with hues reflecting on the ocean’s surface like molten gold.

Turning to the captain beside me, I said, my voice a low whisper, “I’d like some privacy with my wife, Captain, if you could…?”

The captain, sensing the unspoken request, beamed at me with a soft scoff and nodded his head. For the next few seconds, he busied himself with the controls, setting the boat on autopilot.

“Have fun, sir,” he said, his tone mild and teasing as he disappeared below deck.

With the only audience gone, my lips curled into a faint grin as I returned my gaze to my wife. I left the helm station and climbed up the stairs, joining her on the deck. As I approached her, my footsteps were deliberate, my movement fluid and purposeful.

“Hey,” she said, her tone smooth and seductive as she turned to face me, her hair swirling in the wind.

“Hey,” I replied, my gaze sweeping across her alluring form.

She drew a deep breath, oblivious to my crazy plan, her eyes darting over the horizon. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Hmm.” I halted behind her, my arms around her waist with my face buried in the delicate curve of her neck. “Not as beautiful as you,” I whispered in her ear.

She melted into me, her smile broadening and her eyes still fixed across the horizon. Her scent was intoxicating, invading my senses and turning me on. “You smell good,” I added, my hands traveling up and down her arms, her skin smooth beneath my palms. “So good, in fact, that I want to taste you.”

She gasped, shock flickering in her eyes as she swiveled to face me, her body pressed against mine. “Naughty, naughty,” she said, her tone as seductive as her gaze, her index finger pressed against my lips. “You know, you should be careful what you wish for….” She leaned in, her hand sliding down my torso before settling on my groin. “…I may just grant you access to taste me all you want,” she whispered, her breath brushing against my ear.

“Is that so?” I responded with the same tone, my hand sliding beneath the hem of her dress.

Her body stiffened, an abrupt gasp escaping her lips as I dared to travel up her thighs. She gripped the railing, fingers tightening around the polished steel. “The captain…” she whispered, a gentle reminder that we weren’t alone.

“Let’s just say he won’t be bothering us for some time,” I said, looking right into her eyes, reveling in the way her face contorted in pleasure.

Scarlett’s back arched in response to my touch, her legs spreading slightly apart, allowing me access to her honeypot. My hand settled on the fabric of her underpants, fingers gliding up and down.

“Outdoor sex on a boat has always been one of my sexual fantasies,” she said, beaming at me and biting her lower lip.

“Well, in that case, why don’t we check that off your list?” I leaned in, caressing her cunt, with my lips hovering inches above hers.

She arched her head and whispered, “I’d like that,” her breath warm on my face.

As I slid my finger through her entrance, she released a soft, enticing moan that sent shivers down my spine. My lips crashed against hers with a fervor that left us both breathless, gasping for air. Tongues twirled in mouths, and heads tilted to the rhythm of our burning passion.

We started out slow, my free hand fondling her breasts, the other stimulating her clit. Her touch was electrifying, her manicured hands roaming my body while undoing the buttons of my shirt. Soon, I broke the kiss, and she moaned softly, her head tilting backward. My lips rested on her neck, kissing and caressing, fueling her sensual purrs.

Carefully, I lifted her in my arms, her legs locking around my waist as she gazed at me with eyes sparkling with delight. I felt her weight, her warmth, and her willingness to surrender to me. As I held her, I took a few strides across the deck, the wooden planks creaking gently beneath my feet.

I reached the spot where the deck was widest, and there, I lowered her down her back, her body unfolding from my arms. My lips traced the delicate curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat, and then her enticing lips. Our kiss was soft, slow, and passionate, our mouths moving in perfect harmony, the sea breeze whispering secrets in our ears.

She gasped as her hands slipped off my shirt, palms gliding over my torso and tracing the ridges of my contours. My hands framed her face, my fingers tangled in her hair as I deepened the kiss, angling my head, my hips grinding against hers.

I pulled my head back, staring into those passion-filled eyes of her. “I’m gonna taste you now,” I whispered.

She nodded, her breath hitching as I kissed her neck, down to her chest. My hands rubbed her thighs, my head sliding under the hem of her flowing gown. I felt her body tremble, her legs spreading apart as I traveled up her tunnel. The scent of her arousal sent shivers down my spine, and my erection hardened in my pants.

My fingers clutched the waistband of her panties and pulled them off with a delicate motion. I stole one last glance up at her face, watching the anticipation play on her features. My lips curled into a sly grin, and I lowered my head back into her depths.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, rubbing my head.

My tongue gently caressed her clit, and her muscles relaxed, soft purrs escaping her lips. I licked her juice, savoring the taste of her elixir, my mouth exploring.

Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and her fingers massaged my scalp. “Yes, Daniel, yes.” She bucked her hips, seeking deeper connection, her waist subtly grinding over my face.

My hands softly brushed over her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath mine. I reached out, cupping her tender breasts in my palms, squeezing gently while my tongue parted her folds. My flesh merged with hers, the taste of her juice lingering on my tongue.

She arched her back, her body writhing over the surface of the deck, her soft cries mingling with the squeals of the seagulls above.

I ate and ate and ate.

A sharp gasp broke from her lips, her legs shuddering, her chest rising and falling in ecstasy. “Right there,” she moaned, pushing my head deeper.

She tasted so good, the aroma of her arousal a perfect blend with the scent of salt water wafting through the air. Unable to get enough, I devoured her cunt, my lips worshipping her, her sap feeding my obsession. I quickened my pace, going faster, my fingers tuning her hard nipples at the same time. My tongue slid deeper into her folds, sucking out her pussy juices.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she cried out, her nails scratching over the wooden deck. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

Her announcement sparked my craving, my tongue delving deeper while I inserted my middle finger. She moaned my name, louder this time, her body reflexively pulling away as if the sensation was overwhelming. It was, indeed. But I didn’t stop. No. I continued to eat, savoring the taste of her nectar, her essence. I stole a quick glance up at her face, contorted in sheer pleasure, her breath hitched, eyes rolling backward.

The expression she wore satiated my deeper, longest longing, unleashing the beast of passion. She begged, her legs shaking as I sucked her pussy juices while simultaneously fingering her, with my other hand fondling her breast.

“God, I’m cumming!” she let out a quiet whimper, her body shaking.

Still, I didn’t stop, nor did I slow down my pace, even as her thighs shuddered and her breath stuttered. A soft gasp turned into a desperate moan, and then, like a dam breaking, she shattered.

“Oh, fuccckkk!” A sharp cry tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained.

Her release hit her like a flood, and her back arched, hips bucking against my mouth. Trembling, she mumbled inaudible words, hands flying into her hair. I held her down, savoring the moment—tasting every frantic pulse, every tremor, as she came undone. The sight of her shuddering form and the enticing sound of her purrs sent a deep, possessive satisfaction curling in my chest.

Scarlett was lost in pleasure, drowning in a sea of bliss, and I drank in every second of it, my hands pinning down her waist. Her sharp gasps, her writhing form, and the way my name sounded on her lips heightened my arousal. And when she finally stilled—out of breath and spent—she looked down at me, her eyes wide with astonishment.

I wiped the remnants of her juice off my mouth, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. Her expression softened, and she mirrored my gesture, propping herself up on her hands as she sat up. “What did you do to me?” she asked, her voice gentle and smooth.

I leaned in, framing her face in my hand. “You like?” I whispered, my breath fanning against her skin.

Her eyes crinkled at the corners, a hand resting on my cheek. “I love,” she said, grazing her lips over mine before claiming them.

As our kiss deepened, her hands traveled down my body, through to my groin, where her fingers unbuttoned my pants. She went on her knees, dipping her hands to withdraw my shaft. With my pants unzipped and tugged down, she held my organ, weighing it, stroking it, and looking up to catch my eyes.

Scarlett

His length stuck out in my face, his imposing frame towering over me as I held his gaze. His package was heavy in my hand, hard and veiny, my lips kissing his cap, teeth grazing delicately over his tip.

A low, throaty groan escaped him, his body stiffening at my touch as I swirled my tongue around his member, tasting his pre-cum. I watched him throw his head back, his hands in my hair, massaging my scalp while I teased him, reveling in his response.

I arched his cock, my face lowering and my tongue sliding down his organ until I took his clean sac in my mouth. He groaned, my name on his lips, basking in the euphoria of my touch. I stroked his length, focusing on his cap while my tongue licked his balls, his jewels cupped in my mouth.

His legs trembled as though shock waves were sprinting through his body. His fluid, his pre-cum smeared over his cap, his groan deepening by the second. I drew a long breath, my tongue sticking out to flick the heat of him, fingers tightening ever so slightly as I reveled in the quiet, unrestrained groan that came from his lips. His raw masculine musk mixed with the faint scent of salt and the rich aroma of his cologne intoxicated me, fanning the embers of my desire.

I took his cap in my mouth, my warmth enveloping him whole, basking in the subtle shudder of his body. I pushed my head into his groin, my movement slow and deliberate—sensual. He threw his head back, his hands in my hair. My pulse thrummed as I glanced up at him, the hunger in his gaze sending delicious shivers down my spine.

The boat swayed gently beneath us, the vast ocean surrounding us like a separate world. My skin tingled from the salty breeze that kissed my face and rustled my hair. I was lost in the moment, the electric thrill of power and surrender intertwining as I took him deeper, my own need coiling low in my stomach.

I felt his gentle push on my head, guiding the pace of my moment, his breath coming in uneven gasps. My drool was all over his shaft, my grip loosening around his length as I glided through, slow, sensual, and sloppy.

He lowered his waist, his hand raising my head by the chin, his lips crashing against mine. With his tongue in my mouth, I tugged down the straps of my dress, one at a time, revealing my gentle swells. I withdrew from him, my back against the sloped windshield of the boat, beckoning him with a seductive flick of my index finger.

Daniel dropped his knees, leaning in to close the distance between us. His hands cradled my body over the fabric of my dress before sliding up to my neck. His grip was firm yet gentle, his lips grazing over mine as he reached down to stroke his hard cock. His mouth dropped down the nape of my neck, sending shivers through my blood. And the moment his lips settled on my peak, my body clenched, a helpless whimper escaping me.

The chill of his tongue on my nipple and the delicious grazing of his fingers on the other sent waves of passion crashing through my body. My moans came out ragged in desperate gasps as his hand traveled down to my core, his middle finger sliding into my wet entrance.

His tongue swirled around my peak, his mouth sucking my gentle swell, slow and passionate. Moaning his name, I stroked his length, positioning his shaft outside my pussy, teasing myself with the tip. With a single downward push, Daniel’s organ slipped inside me, a soft purr spilling from my lips as I swallowed him whole. He lifted my leg in the air, his waist grinding inside me with a gentle thrust.

“Yes…take me,” I moaned, feeling his length in my depth.

With each stroke, he traveled deeper and deeper, his slow rhythm awakening my passion. His lips left my chest and sealed my mouth with a kiss so fervent that it left me dripping wet. Heads moved in perfect harmony, and tongues twirled in our mouths as he sensually drove into me. His hand cupped my breasts, squeezing and fondling, my peaks stiffening under his grazes.

The longer we kissed, the more the fire ignited within me, threatening to consume us both. His chest pressed against my bosom, his hands leaving my breasts to caress my thigh as my leg hung over his head. He pushed deeper, quickening his pace, my desire coiling in my chest.

A seagull squealed in the distance, the breeze lifting the loose stands that framed my face. My eyes were shut, my tongue and head moving as directed by Daniel. His deep thrusts prompted pleasured gasps out of me, my body writhing beneath him. His kiss deepened, sealing my cries, and his hands traced the delicate curve of my body. Overwhelmed with sheer bliss, I moaned in his mouth, his touch sending tremors down to my core.

Lost in it—ecstasy—I raked my fingers down his back, feeling the surge of electricity flowing through my veins. I managed to peel my lips off his, a suppressed moan crying out as my hands wrapped tightly around him. The more he plunged into me, the more I wanted him, the more my craving amplified. I arched my back, my head jerking upward as he buried his face in the slender curve of my neck. His thrusts were relentless—slow but relentless.

The windshield was strong enough to carry our weight, my back slamming against it with each powerful stroke. My legs hung in the air, my palms traversing his back, unable to get enough of him. The hunger in me was almost insatiable, my heart racing in my chest, yearning for more.

“Go deeper,” I whispered in his ear, my arms tightening around him.

His next thrust drove further, stretching me out more profoundly. I felt our connection building stronger by the minute, his very essence flowing through my blood.

“Deeper, Daddy,” I moaned, a jolt of excitement sprinting through me.

His waist pressed down, grinding with a ferocious intensity, his shaft delving more intensely into my depth. I felt his soul merging with mine, his manhood sinking deeper and deeper, just like I wanted.

He pulled his head back, eyes locked on mine. “Your body was made for me,” he whispered, his breath warm on my face. “It’s no wonder you drive me crazy.”

I giggled, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I’m yours, Daniel. Always and forever,” I promised, a fleeting seriousness flashing across my face.

My waist bucked, seeking deeper contact as he reached down and sealed the promise with a heart-melting kiss. His fingers caressed my hair, pushing the stray strands behind my ear.

His pace quickened, hips slamming vigorously into me. I tried to cry out, but my lips were locked to his, my moans muffled. His thrust deepened, his movements growing faster by the second. My back squealed against the windshield as his strokes sent tremors down my core. My body jerked up and down in response to his rapid thrusts, each stroke more intense than the last.

He let out a guttural groan, his pace quickening, his breath hitching the further he plunged into me. “Fuck, yes!” His primal growl stirred the depths of my desire. “I’m cumming,” he announced, his face contorted in pleasure, his legs trembling beneath him.

“Yes, please,” I gasped, breaking from his breathtaking kiss. “Cum in me. I want it,” I pleaded with my eyes, my tone dripping with nothing but hunger and desperation.

“You want it?” he asked, his voice shaking with desire, his hips pounding against mine.

“Yes, please, give it to me,” I replied, moaning, my arms around him. “I want it—I want all of you, please.”

He growled deeply, his body stiffening as he pushed deeper into my cunt with a single thrust.

“Yessss!” I let out a long, satisfactory sigh, feeling his essence shoot inside me, filling me up.

He dug deeper, trembling as he released himself, my throbbing pussy accepting every drop of his load. His sweetness coursed through my body like electricity, making me shudder with quivering legs and curled toes.

Spent, his body collapsed on mine, chest on my breasts. With uneven breaths, he mirrored my face, his forehead resting on mine as his fingers combed through my red hair. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, laying on top of me with cock still inside me.

My cheeks flushed at his remark, my smile broadening while I struggled to catch my breath.

“You’re mine, Scarlett.” He kissed my lips. “My home.” He kissed my neck and then my forehead. “My soulmate.”

“As are you,” I said softly, my eyes never leaving his face. “I love you, Daniel Tarasov.”

He paused for a moment, his lips curling into a self-satisfied grin. “And I love you.”

Daniel rolled over and lay on his back, pulling me closer to himself. I placed my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, my hand running over his broad torso.

This was amazing—so incredible—and my brain was still reeling from all that excitement flowing through my blood. I loved how he touched me, how he was so good at making me feel good. Never had I felt so connected to anyone, and with him, I felt complete, safe, and warm.

Right there in his arms, I felt like the only woman in the world, lucky, loved, and adored. I belonged to this brutal man, this cruel individual with ice in his veins. But as evil as he was, I loved being his wife—being his to possess, to take at will, and nothing would ever tear us apart.

I’d choose him again and again if I ever had to, and I’d rather belong to him than anyone else.

I, Scarlett Tarasov, found love and happiness in the most unlikely situations. And as I lay there, curled up in his arms, I knew that our love would forever be the anchor to hold me in place. No matter the storm.

Sometimes, the most beautiful things in life were the ones we never saw coming. And for me, that beautiful thing was him.

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THE END