It was a few days after that fateful night that I got the courage to talk to Dylan again. By then my father was home and the deal was done. We no longer needed to speak with Dylan as his other employees took over to finish the rest of the transaction.

My father put in his investment and before a week was over the title had been transferred. We got the property we set out to attain.

But I wasn’t done with Dylan. There was no way he was just going to fuck me once and then never talk to me again. So I decided to make the next move.

“Hey, are you free today?” I sent him a text message. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out.”

Shit, I hope I didn’t sound like a desperate girl or anything. I couldn’t imagine how he’d think of me if I were begging for him to give me some attention. Fortunately, he replied and it was just as good as I could ever hope for.

“Yep,” his reply said. “I was going to ask you out today anyway. Want to hang out with me on my boat?”

Oh my God. He had a boat?

Of course, he had a boat. He was a freaking billionaire. Was it a sailboat? I had no idea about these things.

I simply texted back, “Okay. Where do we meet?”

“Head to the North Pier by the Coral Princess café and restaurant,” he answered a minute after. “Look for the Rainbow Unicorn at Dock 12. I’ll be there waiting.”

Oh wow, I felt so excited! I put on a sleeveless summer dress and a big hat with a wide brim. It just seemed suitable for a boat ride. I then headed downstairs where I found my father on the phone.

“Dad, I’m going out,” I told him as I whirled by and took the keys to my car. “Just note down anything you need for me to do when I get back.”

My dad looked at me real quick and nodded before he went back talking with whoever was on the other line. I doubted he even heard what I just told him but that was for the best. The last thing I needed right now was for my dad to know I was going out dating with Dylan Bernard.

The good thing was that the drive to the pier wasn’t much of a hassle. That side of town wasn’t plagued with traffic and when I got there I was pleased to find a large parking space. I had no trouble finding a decent spot to park my car. Once I had settled for a nice, shady area I hopped out and walked through the docks to find Dock 12.

After a few minutes – and some asking around for directions – I eventually found Dock 12 and the Rainbow Unicorn. It was a hell lot bigger than what I had thought! It was a freaking luxury yacht!

Dylan was out by the main upper deck and he waved at me when he saw me approach. Even in khaki shorts, a plain white shirt and sunglasses he looked so hot. It was like looking at a model for summer wear. He could be wearing nothing but underwear and I’d still consider him too hot for mortals.

“Hi!” I waved at him. I looked around, confused, and still, couldn’t find where to board his yacht. He must have noticed because he quickly walked over and guided me to a ramp.

As soon as I got aboard he gave me a warm hug and one heck of a long, torrid kiss on the lips. I felt my body melt underneath his weight and the affection he was giving me. Before I knew it I was moaning and my hand was reaching down for his cock!

“Mmm, later,” he reminded as he then parted our kiss and moved my hand away from his dick. “I want to devour your pussy like there’s no tomorrow but there’s time for that later. Let’s just sit back for a minute and let me get this baby going.”

I purred back like a kitty ready for action.

He led me to a couple of tanning seats on the upper deck. I lied down and watched as he headed into a small stall where the steering wheel was.

It was fun to watch him work his way around the boat, taking off the big ropes and getting the anchor off. In due time we set off and he had a few minutes of silence to maneuver us out into the open sea.

As soon as we were free from land and were now in the deeper waters, he came back to me carrying a bucket of ice and opened bottles of beer. He handed me one, took a seat beside me and asked, “Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are? You look freaking gorgeous right now.”

I laughed and took the beer. I took a big gulp before I answered, “A few have but I never paid any attention.”

“Why not? You’re honestly one hot girl,” he pursued his inquiry. “I can only imagine how many guys have tried to go out with you. Trust me – they missed out on a lot. You’re delicious.”

My cheeks once again blushed red with the sensual talk he threw at me but I managed to reply, “There were a few who took a few steps forward but it never got anywhere. I was too scared for sex and guys always want sex. Even those who weren’t anxious to spread my legs were a little too rough around the edges.”

“With beauty like yours I’d expect you to have such high standards,” he told me. It made me feel proud and it must have made him feel good too. Out of all the guys who tried to date me, he was the only one I gave myself to.

“Well, what about you?” I tried to turn the conversation around. I wanted to know more about him. I knew my story – I lived it, after all. Now it was time to know his. “Surely some girls have tried to seduce you to their beds. Why haven’t you married anyone yet?”

He shook his head at that and quickly shut me down, “Let’s not talk about me. There’s nothing interesting about my past. I’m sure yours is more colorful than mine. I mean, just look at you! You’re a sex goddess in human form. Why haven’t you married?”

Although I laughed at his statement I did catch his unnerving ability to avoid any conversation about himself. He just wouldn’t open up and it was beginning to get a little aggravating.

“I just never met the right guy,” I answered in a slow and melancholic tone. I looked at him, hoping he would say something to erase the solitude in my statement. I only set myself up for disappointment.

“Let’s hope you meet that guy,” was all he said instead of trying to cheer me up. Somehow, I was kind of disappointed that he didn’t say he would be the guy to change my fortunes.

His follow-up instantly, however, shifted things back to the right mood.

“We’re out alone in international waters, just like pirates, ” he said. “And the best thing for a pirate to do is to take a woman and fuck her to own her.”

I giggled and inched my way closer. I sat down on his lap and instantly felt the hardness of his cock, “Oh! My, my captain, you’re ready to set sail in a different kind of sea.”

He grabbed me by the waist and gave my ass a loud smack, “Come here you naughty little vixen. Daddy wants to pound his way into you. Have you been naughty again and writing little fantasies in your notebook?”

I nodded and stuck out my tongue at him, “Of course I have daddy. I daydream of you taking me all day and all night long.”

“I am so going to fuck you like a slut today,” he whispered and those were the last things I heard before he ripped my clothes off and whipped out his cock out of his shorts.

Naked and fully exposed on the main deck I quickly tried to cover myself but he only laughed at me and pulled me in closer to his chest.

“No one’s here baby,” he reminded me. “One of your fantasies was to fuck in a public place. I guess that International waters do count as a public place, right? Plus you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing you. So come on here and give my cock a good kiss.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I knelt down on the deck and licked the entire length of his cock with my tongue. I licked it again and then again. Soon enough I was bobbing my head up and down the length of its shaft as I tried to fit the whole thing into my little mouth. Of course, it didn’t really fit without me stretching my lips wide open but once I succeeded he rewarded me by shoving his meat in even deeper than he ever had before.

I slobbered like a hungry slut over his dick as he thrust it in and out. He fucked my throat so hard and I welcomed it like a little bitch. I had never imagined myself having some wild oral sex on a yacht! I drooled and moaned as I let him plow his cock in down the back of my mouth and to my throat.

Yet right before he was about to blow his cum into me, he pulled out and flipped our positions. Now I was the one lying down and he quickly got on top to spread my legs and raised them high above his shoulders – well, as high as my legs could go. Then, he slowly guided his cock into my pussy. In this position, my walls were a lot tighter and it felt like I was being burrowed by a demon when he kept on thrusting his cock with such passion.

All I could do was squeeze my own tits as the river of pleasure soon washed over me. I didn’t even realize it but my pussy was overflowing with my own white juices. My cum was spilling out of the sides as his cock continued to drive its way in and out of me. I could only hang my head back and moan in pure pleasure.

We hugged and kissed and had a great time for the rest of the day. I truly enjoyed every moment I shared with this man.

However, even as I lost myself in the moment of our passionate intimacy, I could not help but recall his unwillingness to share more about his family and his past. I mean, sex was great, but I needed more. I just wanted to know more about him. Just how dark could his secrets be for him to hide them from me? Was I just another girl for him to fuck and then toss aside when someone new came along? Was I not important to him?

I thought it would only be this way in the beginning. For the first few dates, I tried to carefully weave our conversations so I could prod him about his past.

I didn’t care what it would be about as long as I’d get him to talk about anything – his past relationships, his family, his career. Yet he always managed to steer things away from him and back to me.

The only times I felt like we were truly connected were when we were having sex. During those times, I felt like we really had something tying us together. He made my fantasies come true, even the most taboo ideas I had in my notebook, and for a long while I felt like we were really chained together as a couple in some way.

By the third month we were dating, I realized I was genuinely falling in love with him.

At the same time, I feared I was the only one in love. I was walking into a one-sided relationship but damn I was so addicted to him I didn’t know how to stop.

There was no stopping it. I was constantly doing everything I could just to spend more time with him and it was affecting my work with my dad.

Dylan didn’t seem to be too disturbed and he managed to continue on dealing with other clients as if I didn’t even exist.

In fact, it was becoming more of a routine than anything else. Every other night I would sneak out and drive back to his place. I’d do it even if all I would get was fifteen minutes of the wildest sex I could ever dream of.

Maybe, deep inside, I didn’t want this to stop.