Last night was everything.

I woke up the next morning with the biggest smile on my face. Hunter’s arms were wrapped around me, and he was snoring lightly in my ear.

My soul was on fire. Skin to skin felt like heart to heart. And even though I used my inebriated state to my advantage, the truth was I sobered up quite a bit when I was in the shower. I just needed to keep enough of the lighthearted buzz to remain pushy for what I wanted.

Yes, I got wasted last night. I sat at the bar, and watched couples dance, kiss, and fondle each other. I even saw a man finger his wife in the corner.

I was angry and horny, and horny and angry. I was actually bold enough to let the Mai Tais and shots encourage me to speak up and ask for the illicit desire we both needed. I wanted to experience what everyone else experienced.

Uninhibited, wild fucking in paradise.

Something I was paid to to do.

I’m sure if I was one of those girls Hunter wanted to hire, he wouldn’t have fought so hard. He would have slammed every inch of that nine point five all up in me, and maybe demanded I catch his nut with my mouth.

Yeah, I haven’t had sex in forever, but that’s because when I do, I’m nasty with it. I want to taste your pride, swallow your load, and feel your heat. And I don’t want to run and wash you off either. I want to savor your scent. Yeah.

I lay there in bed, fully resonant with the pleasure buzzing through the air. The joy of feeling his hard body against mine, chiseled arms over my nude torso, filling me with delicious dreams that revealed how badly I wanted to do it again.

I loved the way his cock felt in my mouth. I loved how intensely he fucked. I loved the feeling of every friction-bearing inch sliding up and down my walls, making me experience the magic of his shaft and stroke. I wanted it, and I wanted more before I had to head home and back to my regularly scheduled life.

I shifted, reached down, and began stroking him to life. He stirred but didn’t awaken. His shaft began to swell and fill itself with blood, rising to the occasion. He might have been asleep but his thick stick was ready to fill me with pleasure… and I couldn’t wait.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Ugh. The urgency of those knocks threw me off. What impeccably horrid timing.

“One minute!”

Hunter jumped out of bed, as if struck by a voltage of electricity. He scrambled to throw his pants on and went to the door. Moments later, room service came carting in another tray of fruit and pastries for breakfast. As he tipped and closed the door, he smiled politely as our eyes met.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning…” I eyed him lustfully, pressing the sheets against my chest. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept great.” He poured me a glass of juice, which I accepted with my free hand. “What about you, doll?”

“Oh, I definitely have no complaints,” I said.

He laughed at that. We ate and enjoyed small talk, laughing and cuddling up in the sheets.

I leaned over to kiss him, licking the imaginary drop of orange juice off his lip. I took this as a sign it would be okay to move forward, and reached into his pants, hungry for the steadfast erection I knew he could develop.

“Unt-uh, baby.” He twisted away from me. “We can’t.”

“We can’t what?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“We’ve already done it.”

“Yes, but we were both drinking.”

“And now we’re not, and I still want more.”

Hunter’s face turned serious. “We promised your sister we’d behave. We promised ourselves we’d behave.”

“But can’t you feel the attraction?” I reasoned. “Aren’t you attracted to me? My body? Don’t you want to fuck and make the most of this vacation on this beautiful resort where everybody else gets to fuck but us? Isn’t that ridiculous to you?”

He sighed. “Yes, it is crazy. But a deal’s a deal. I told your sister I wouldn’t try anything funny with you.”

“You didn’t,” I said, flatly. “I made the first move. Over, and over, and over. I’m making the first move now.”

I sat up on the bed, and allowed the sheet to drop, exposing my tanned breasts. I spread my thighs to reveal my wet pussy, my budding clit coming to life as I fingered it with tiny circles, begging and pleading for him to touch me.

“Hunter…” I moaned. “Come give it to me…”

He was drooling, yet he still shook his head. I felt bold, wanton, free. I pouted as I walked to the tray, grabbed a strawberry. I propped one leg up on a chair by the breakfast nook and angled so that he could see me slide the ripe fruit up and down my sweet cunt. When I had a good amount covered with my juices, I sighed sensuously and popped it into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he said, grabbing his cock. “You’re so fucking bad, love.

I grabbed another piece of fruit, this time a chunk of pineapple, and repeated the process. By this time, Hunter had started jerking himself with a tight fist. The veiny shaft was slick with spit as he watched me seduce him.

“You like what you see, baby?”

“…Love it,” he groaned, eyes tight with desire. “You’ve got to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I wanna taste you.”

“Oh, do you?”

I sauntered over to him, watching him adjust so I could sit on his face. But I decided to play with him a bit. I picked up a banana, firm and semi-ripe, and peeled it. My tongue laid flat against its shaft and I let it slide up the curve.

He groaned at the visual. He clearly knew where I was headed with my behavior.

“You are so fucking wild,” he growled. “Come sit on my face. I wanna taste that sweet pussy.”

I straddled his face, giving him enough of a vantage point to observe what was happening. But I wasn’t going to just sit on his face. I had other plans.

I took the banana, and deep throated it until it was thick and shiny with throat-spit. Then I parted my lips and slowly inserted the firm fruit into my pussy, letting my walls suck it up into my vortex.

“Ooooh god, yes.” I moaned, slapping my hand against the wall. “Mmmm, this feels soooo good.”

“Gawddamn…” Hunter groaned.

“Open your mouth,” I commanded. He did as he was told, and I inserted the banana, with the peel still at the base in his mouth. “Don’t you fucking move while I ride this banana in your mouth.”

“You don’t want to have sex?” I teased. “We don’t have to have sex. I’ll have sex. You can watch, but this is pay-per-view. You’re gonna earn your way into this show, baby.”

It felt so empowering to take control, to make him my love slave while I pleasured myself freely. I felt him tremble at the jaw as I ordered him to keep still while I rode that banana. It hit my g-spot, which came to life, and I pressed on it until I came with a hard squirt all over him.

“Oooh, shit,” I exhaled, laying to the side of him.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming. FUUUUUCK!” Hunter roared, his hot seed spilling all over his fist and the sheets.

“Damn girl, you’re nasty… I love it,” he said, catching his breath.

“You don’t even know the half.” I said, smirking. Despite my exhaustion, my pussy was purring, demanding attention in the wake of its first orgasmic release this morning.

He had no idea what I had in store for him. I sat up and leaned over to clean him off with my mouth. His hot fresh cum was nearly covering his hand. I sucked his shaft between my lips, coaxing the rest from the source when we were interrupted.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Hunter? Chanel? What the fuck?!”

Roses’s voice screamed from the other side of the door.

“Oh shit.” Hunter jumped, pushing me back to cover himself. “Fuck…”

He started to panic, but I pushed him back down. He freaked out even more when I started to suck him back between my lips, but I held a finger to his perfect pout.

“Chill. Out.” I said. “You stay here. I’ll handle this.”

I grabbed the bathrobe from the bathroom, fixed my hair so it looked like I had been fucked as good as I had, and I went to the door.

“Yes?” I said to a very annoyed, angry looking Rose. To the left of her stood Yelena, with a smirk on her face.

“The front desk agent said she was getting complaints about loud noises coming from this room,” Rose said. “Imagine my surprise when I come to check on you, proving that you guys were silent and behaving, only to hear you screaming like a fucking whore!”

“A fucking whore, Rose?” I sneered. I loved her, but she was so dramatic.

“Yes.” Rose’s tone was harsh. “You’re not sticking to the deal. You can’t screw him. He’s my fiancé’s best friend!”

She held up the ring. It was a beautiful 3 carat blue diamond solitaire. It fit her perfectly.

“Congratulations,” I said, tartly.

“Well, you would have been there, if you hadn’t been busy FUCKING!” She roared. “I came to surprise you, but I’m the one getting surprises.”

“Hunter, you’re DEAD when Axel finds out!” She screamed over my shoulder.

“Are you serious?” I said, right now, stepping into the hallway, and leaving the door cracked just enough to re-enter. I loved my sister, but this control freak stuff had come to its final end with me.

“Who is the sugar baby? Who is the one who wanted me to come? Whose idea was this for us to share a room? Certainly not mine,” I spat.

She looked at me with burning cheeks, her grey eyes slits of pure pisstivity.

“You want the truth?” I continued. “Yes, we fucked. Yes, I wanted it. Yes, I said it. I came onto him.” I shot back. “And you know what? He’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever felt. It’s thick, and veiny, and it’s damn near a foot fucking long, and I fucking love it!”

I turned and eyed Yelena viciously. “So yes, while I’m on this gorgeous Jamaican vacation - the one you brought me to, dear sister - I’m going to give myself the relaxation I need. I’m going to fuck that man as much as I want, however many times as I want, whenever I want, until this damn trip is over.”

I couldn’t resist letting my little brass balls fly as I spat out my confession. “As a matter of fact, I can’t wait to fuck and suck it again. So if you two will be so kind as to excuse me, I’ve got a hot blooded sex god in bed, and he needs me to get on my knees and cleaning up the load he just blew.”

I slammed the door and turned to Hunter, whose eyes were as big as saucers. Ignoring the shock in his eyes, I focused on the new erection he sprouted, and asked, “Now where were we?”