Don't try to change me

Part 30

"Ahh"
I nearly screamed as Brand had pressed me hardly against the railing of the boat, standing on my knees. He tilted my hips back to him, rubbing a hand over my lower stomach and between my legs as he slammed into me over and over and over at a punishing pace. It was much shallower that way, but he was hitting my g spot like a torpedo. I was topless and my panties were around my knees. He meant to be quick that time.

"Take.it.you.dirty.girl"
Brand sexily said in times with his thrusts. He had discovered my dirty secret of liking it rough from behind while being called derogatory names.  The fuck made me insanely insanely hot.

My legs started to tremble like leaves as I tried to allow myself  to climax without crumbing into a heap. I called out loudly, when he hit my g spot in an even and supreme pleasurable succession. He grabbed the back of my neck firmly but gently, pressing me roughly against the fucking cold railing. His deathly dominance made me tensed, his firm grasp on me relieved the worry that I would fall. And eventually I went over the edge.

"Ahhh" I moaned as I came hard, tensing and releasing around him as my body shook uncontrollably. Following my climax, he also let him reach his peak as I felt loosen his grip around me and I fell to the floor of the deck. I could hardly adjust myself when I saw Brand majestically diving into the fresh blue ocean. He literally looked bomb.

I was practically lying down on Brand's broad rock chest, drinking on some red as he was smoking his usual worthy dollar cigarettes. We were comfortably positioned, our bodies perfectly clinging with each others and our eyes focused on the breathtaking sunset ahead us.

Brand's fingers were laced through mine when suddenly I felt him unclasped them and roughly grasped my designer panties covered ass that he had already bought before coming to our sex filled cruise trip. I had no fucking idea what brand my swimwear was, but it probably had as many zeroes in the price as syllables in the long ass name I couldn't pronounce. I playfully cocked my head towards him to see a boyishly grin on his face that made me melt. He always had to be so perfect and nice, when all I wanted him to do was to bend me over and.....!!

"Are you as hungry as I am?" He asked me, interrupting my train of thoughts.

"Uhmm can we skip dinner?"
Not giving him a second look to ponder on, I spat back in utter excitement as I had a different plan.

"Skip it? Why?"
He amusedly inquired.

I placed my hands at his sides, and pulled him towards me with some horny eyes. He looked down at me curiously, obviously taking my fucking hint.

"What's up with you babe?"
He asked as I reached up and pulled his face to mine, kissing him as I thanked him for being as fucking wonderful as ever. I slid my tongue against his seductively, and nibbled his lower lip gently before taking his lips again. I ground my hips against him as I reached down and tucked at his shorts.

"If you keep doing that Yaya! I m gonna take you again... right here"
He hummed against my mouth and I fucking loved how he thought that was a threat.

"What? Again? Right here?"
I asked demurely, batting my eyelashes playfully.

"Yes" He said with the sexiest grin on his face as his hand reached into my designer panties and I shivered in anticipation.

"But I m afraid we have no doctor here, in case you pass out due to over exertion"
He continued with the same die for face, taking his hand back out of my panties after giving me a nice fucking dose of torture.