Desire by the Water
Copyright© 2025 by acguy
Chapter 11: When I’m Bad
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 11: When I’m Bad - Paul needs to attend a conference in Manila and treats Faith to a trip to a luxury resort on the island of Cebu beforehand. What started out as a fling with another guest turned into so much more.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
It took only a moment for Faith and Paul to realize that Kacie was out cold. She lay slumped against his chest, completely still save for the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of her breath. Her body, so recently trembling with pleasure, was now boneless in sleep, every part of her given over in exhaustion.
Faith let out a quiet, amused laugh and leaned in to kiss Kacie’s shoulder. “She actually passed out.”
Paul chuckled too, cradling Kacie carefully. “That’s a first.”
With the same care they’d shown her during the peak of pleasure, they gently shifted her body. Faith helped guide her off Paul, laying her on a nearby lounger in the shade. She stirred faintly but didn’t wake. Her body glowed with a post-orgasmic sheen, lips parted, hair wild across the towel.
Faith glanced down as Paul stepped away, her eyes dropping immediately to his still-slick, semi-hard cock.
“You didn’t cum?” she whispered.
He shook his head once.
Her smile curved wicked and knowing. “Good.”
Before he could reply, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her mouth warm and wet as she took him in. She sucked slowly at first, cleaning him, tasting Kacie still on his skin. She paused, looked up with dark, mischievous eyes, and said softly, “I love tasting her on you ... but she’s going to need to be punished for leaving you like this.”
Paul exhaled, his hand resting on her head, his body stiffening as she took him deeper.
He knew this side of Faith well — the one that burned to be used, to be commanded. But with women, she could shift in a heartbeat. She loved taking control, loved the power she had when she gave orders instead of receiving them.
And right now? She wanted both.
As soon as he was fully hard again, she stood, grabbed his hand, and dragged him back into the cabana without another word. The bedroom was still warm with sunlight, the bed rumpled from earlier, sheets half-pulled down.
She spun, eyes blazing. “No teasing. No foreplay. I want to be fucked.”
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