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I wish I could tell her what a crazy bitch she is, and that when my parents hear of what just happened, she’ll never work again on this island.
I wish I could tell her it was, hands down, the worst fucking experience I’ve ever had in my life.
I wish I could tell her all these things, but I can’t. Because I’d be lying through my teeth.
Something has awakened inside of me. At the intersection of fear and ecstasy, I’ve found something dangerous. Thrilling.
Inexplicable.
Licking her lips, she hikes up her skirt and pushes her panties down. Taking hold of my partially flaccid cock, she drags my tip over her slit. In the next breath, I’m hard and inside of her, and I spin us around, so she’s against the rock and I’m fucking her.
Hard.
Her screams and moans echo around me, winding down my spine, and the climax pulses through my body again.
I slow my thrusts on a shuddered breath and rest my forehead in the crook of her neck. “What happened to me? Why?”
“In French, the word for orgasm is la petite mort. The little death. Not like real death, from which you never return. This gives new life. Over. And over. And over.” She strokes her hand over my hair and rakes her nails across my back, the sensation intensifying the shiver that ruffles over me. “From this point on, nothing else will compare. No one else.”