Fun

Em enjoyed the win, but wanted more. She decides to make Curt work for it.

“If you can catch me, you can fuck me”, she says as she sprints away. Curt takes off after her, his bare feet kicking up sand as he lunges forward. Em’s laughter dances on the wind as she darts between jagged rocks, her lithe body glistening with seawater under the afternoon sun.

She glances back, her dark eyes flashing with mischief, and Curt grits his teeth, pushing himself harder—his muscles burning, his pulse hammering in his ears.

She weaves toward the tide pools, nimble as a fox, but Curt gains on her, his longer strides closing the distance.

If takes only a hundred yards before he catches up, and wraps his arms around her waist, stopping her.

“I guess you caught me. A bet is a bet”, Em says.

Curt picks her up, and walks over to a secluded area, lying her in the sand. He kneels in front of her, his cock rigid.

“You won, and neither of us have a condom, so we will have to fuck bare. And, since the victor gets the spoils, if you want to cum in me, that is the price of losing the race”, she states.

Curt’s breath hitches at her words, his grip tightening on her hips as the surf crashes nearby, the salt-kissed breeze tangling in her hair. She arches beneath him, her skin warm and golden against the pale sand, her thighs parting in silent invitation. He doesn’t hesitate—slides into her with a groan, the slick heat of her pulling him deeper, her gasp swallowed by the wind. Em’s nails rake down his back as he sets a relentless pace, each thrust driving her further into the yielding sand, her hips meeting his with bruising urgency.

The rhythm is primal, the sound of skin on skin lost beneath the roar of the tide.

Em takes the cock, each punishing thrust pushing her closer to another mind blowing orgasm.

Curt watches as the buxom young lady under him writhes in the sand. Her firm breasts bounce with every stroke. His cock brushes her hand as she rubs her clit. Soon, she cums again, eyes rolled back and body limp.

Curt slowly fucks her, until she comes back to reality.

Em’s breath still comes in ragged gasps as her fingers dig into Curt’s shoulders, her body arching to meet his slow, deep strokes. The wet heat of her clenches around him as she murmurs, “Fuck me harder—I want to feel you lose control.”

A bead of sweat rolls down Curt’s temple as he braces himself above her, the muscles in his arms trembling with restraint. The sun burns against his back, the salt air thick between them as he obeys, slamming into her with a growl. Em’s thighs clamp around his hips, her toes curling in the sand as his cock drags against every sensitive inch inside her.

He obliges, doubling his speed. As he gets close to finishing, he questions, “Why are you so willing to ‘let the victor have the spoils’? Do you like having your pussy walls painted with a thick load of virile seed? There must be a reason.”

Em contemplates how to answer, but formulates an answer.

Em's lips curl into a reckless grin as the waves crash nearby, her fingers digging into Curt's shoulders. "Recklessness is the only thing that makes me feel alive," she breathes, arching against him as his cock throbs inside her. The scent of salt and sex hangs thick in the air as she suddenly rolls them over, straddling him with her knees sinking into the wet sand. Water droplets glisten on her flushed skin as she rides him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing with each frantic movement. Curt groans, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks as she leans back, letting the ocean spray kiss her heated flesh.

“Then I hope you planned ahead”, as his cock fires volley after volley of cum into Em as she continues to bounce on his rigid cock.

A minute later, Curt finishes filling Em’s pussy, as she settles down onto him, his cock balls deep in her, stopping any leakage.

Em collapses against Curt’s chest with a breathless laugh, her sweat-slick skin sticking to his as the last tremors of pleasure ripple through her. The tide licks at their tangled legs, foam swirling around them as she tilts her head up, her lips brushing his jaw. “Planning?” she murmurs, voice rough with exertion. “God, no. I just wanted you.” Her fingers trail lazily down his sternum, nails scraping through the coarse hair there. “Guess I’ll have to deal with the consequences.”

Curt’s cock twitches inside her, still half-hard, as her words sink in. The warmth of his release pools deep, her thighs squeezing reflexively to keep him buried.

Curt’s hands slide up Em’s damp back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine as the last pulses of his orgasm fade. The ocean surges around them, cold waves lapping at their tangled legs, but neither moves—her weight presses him deeper into the wet sand, his softening cock still snug inside her. A shiver runs through her as a breeze skims their flushed skin, her nipples hardening against his chest.

She exhales against his collarbone, her breath hot. “Mmm. Feels like you’re not done with me yet.” Her hips shift slightly, testing, and he groans when her inner muscles flutter around him.

Curt replies, “If recklessness makes you feel alive, then you need another load of baby making seed planted in you. That way you can be more sure of the consequences”, as he splays his hand on her belly.

Em’s breath hitches as Curt’s palm presses possessively against her stomach, his fingers splayed like a brand. A slow, wicked smile curves her lips as she grinds down on him, feeling the faint twitch of his cock stirring back to life inside her. “Another load?” she purrs, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate circle that wrings a ragged groan from his throat. “Greedy bastard.”

The wind picks up, sending a shiver across her damp skin as she braces her hands on his chest, nails biting into his flesh. Curt’s grip tightens on her waist, his other hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck, dragging her down into a biting kiss.

Em’s lips part in a gasp as Curt’s teeth graze her bottom lip, the taste of salt and sweat mingling between them. His cock swells inside her again, stretching her slick walls as she rocks against him with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. The ocean surges around them, cold water splashing against their heated skin, but neither notices—every nerve is alight, every breath ragged.

Curt’s fingers tighten in her hair, tilting her head back as he thrusts upward, burying himself to the hilt. A moan tears from Em’s throat, her back arching as his free hand slides between their bodies, thumb circling her clit in rough, urgent strokes.

Em’s thighs tremble as Curt’s thumb presses harder against her clit, the rough pad of his finger sending jolts of electricity up her spine. A whimper escapes her lips as his cock pulses inside her, thick and insistent, stretching her with every upward thrust. The saltwater laps at their bodies, cooling their feverish skin only for the heat between them to flare hotter—her nails rake down his chest as she grinds against him, the friction maddening.

Curt growls, his hips snapping up to meet her, the slap of flesh lost beneath the crash of waves.

Em’s back bows as Curt’s thrusts turn brutal, her body pinned between the relentless drive of his hips and the unforgiving drag of wet sand beneath her. The salt spray stings her flushed skin, mingling with the sweat beading between her breasts as she gasps, “Fuck—yes, just like that—” Her words dissolve into a moan as his thumb grinds tight circles against her clit, the pressure just shy of painful.

Curt’s breath rasps hot against her throat, his teeth scraping her pulse point as his cock swells impossibly harder inside her.