Words couldn’t describe how serene this girl looked when she was sleeping. I hadn’t even gotten to my bed before she went into slumber for the night. I admit, I was just as exhausted too, so I couldn’t say anything about her nodding off so quickly.

I’m not sure when the cuddling part happened. I wanted to say I did it after I was asleep, but I wasn’t sure. I was used to cuddling against my ex. Even though I was a man’s man, I enjoyed the affection of the woman I loved quite a bit.

Chanel wasn’t Samantha. She was better than Samantha. My ex was good, until she left me and revealed herself a cheater.

Chanel’s soul was rooted in loyalty. This girl was exquisite, yet she was hidden from the world like a rare jewel, all because of her devotion to her mother and her education.

Do you know how hard it is to find a woman with strong values and immense beauty? Very hard, especially when women interpret you as an ATM with a big dick.

We enjoyed breakfast with Rose and Axel, who were exceptionally refreshed and laid-back. Then we took a late morning/early afternoon trip to the beach. It wasn’t a far walk, but for a small fee, we could get there even quicker.

My mouth watered looking at Chanel in her bikini. It was a pretty aqua and yellow color, with gold side straps. Thank God for sunglasses. Her breasts were fully out on display, and I’d never seen such a charming pair in my life.

And her hair? Man, I loved women with long hair, but hers was long, thick, wavy… It took so well to the hot, balmy Caribbean. She let it flow also. No hours of tinkering with a flat iron or fighting against the humidity. Just a little gel to allow it to sculpt as it air-dried.

And oh man, that natural tan had only intensified since we landed. She looked like a delicious island treat. I wanted to sink my teeth in her so bad. She was telling me about wild dreams? The entire night I was next to her, I dreamed of flipping her every which way but away from me.

We lay casually next to Rose and Axel on the beach. I caught other men looking at her, and became pissed. They had their own women, why look at mine?

Well, she wasn’t mine. But she was mine for the next 48 hours. I hired her after all.

Several locals came up with cameras, offering to take our pictures. At first, we resisted, but after repeated attempts, we broke down and posed for a picture.

As her small frame curled up against mine, I got flashbacks of holding her. Inhaling her sweet coconut oil and strawberry scent as I heard her soft moans and felt her warm body against mine felt amazing. I was turned on, yet completely comfortable. Like we fit perfectly.

The photographer showed us our photo and my dick flopped lightly. Her gorgeousness translated well on camera, especially those pouty lips and perfect tits. I wasn’t going to embarrass myself out here, but I had been fighting my erection since I’d been here and I needed to release the energy I felt.

“I’ve got a headache,” I announced. I handed Chanel some money. “I’m going to the room to lay down and take something.”

“I’ll go with you?” She volunteered.

She pouted slightly, her grey eyes pleading me not to go. I leaned forward and kissed her nose, a moment of cute adoration, and told her to behave.

“No, no, love. Enjoy the beach. Remember to be back by 12 PM for lunch, and then our couples’ massage.”

She looked sad to let me leave, but nodded in understanding.

I made my way back to the resort in just enough time to keep my dick from bursting through my shorts. My face was casual, but there was a raging erection threatening to rise, and I needed to take care of it immediately.

I wanted Chanel. I wanted to be inside Chanel, and there was nothing friendly, polite, or whimsically acceptable about that.

Thoughts of Chanel consumed me the whole ride back to Paradise Isle. My dick was so hard it hurt.

I was just in front of my door when I heard a soft voice call out, “Good afternoon, Hunter!”

I turned to see Yelena, the beautiful and curvy front desk agent walking towards me. Her high ponytail had transformed into a long wavy style, but her cheekbones and slanted eyes were still the main focus of her appearance.

“How are you, today?” She asked. Her hips swayed seductively as she moved toward me. Any other time, I would have licked my lips, because she was obviously digging me, and I wouldn’t have minded a taste. But I hadn’t been able to think straight since my breakup, and if anyone had my full attention, it was my beauty on the beach.

“I’m great. Thanks.” I pushed open my door and she stepped into the doorway.

“You know Hunter, your pleasure is my priority. It’s my job to make sure you’re satisfied with your stay.” Her eyes unwrapped me from head to toe, pausing at my hard dick as she said, “I’m here to provide for you in any way you need. No request is too… much.”

The question lingered in her eyes. She wanted to know if she could satisfy me in ways she assumed Chanel wouldn’t.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.” I didn’t want to wink at her, because it sent the wrong message. But I needed to give her something to go away, because it damn sure wouldn’t have been money - or my dick.

The tempt of forbidden fruit was real, but Jamaican honey wasn’t on the menu. Chanel was at the top of the food chain.

I closed the door with just enough composure to prevent making a scene and collapsed against it.

Groaning with need, I tugged down my shorts, freeing my 9.5 inch cock. Nearly every vein on my shaft was fully defined. It was obvious that I was ready to fucking explode.

Stroking my hard shaft, I thought about Chanel in her designer aqua and yellow bikini with the gold straps. I thought about those huge tan tits of hers, oiled up to suck in the sun’s rays and deepen that complexion.

I imagined her peeling her top off for me, teasing me with her fat tits, covering the areola and nipples and making me beg to see them. She made me kneel and tell her how badly I wanted her, then pushed her pussy onto my nose so I could smell the natural desire she had for me.

When I pulled her bikini bottom to the side and began tasting that pussy, she lost control and freed those gorgeous, plump tits for my viewing pleasure. I imagined her nipples, pretty and sweet, like strawberry Starbursts.

When she came in my mouth, she held my head down while she collapsed against the wall, screaming my name loud enough for Yelena to know who I belonged to.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I grunted. Jets of hot, white cum surged from my balls, up my shaft, and spurted from the head of my helmet cock, spewing my dirty, filthy, sexy thoughts everywhere. My hand was covered with seed. So was the floor.

Fuck it. I needed a shower anyway.