Pleasure Island
Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove
Chapter 22
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22 - Chelsea Miller is a 25-year-old Makeup Artist. She cohabitates with her boyfriend Aston whom she hopes to marry one day. However, Ashton does not have plans to be tied down to any one woman. He feels variety is the spice of life and lives to his motto. One day, Chelsea arrives home early from work she gets to witness her boyfriend of five years sexing two women in their bed. She threatens to leave. Find out what happens when Chelsea heads to Pleasure Island and goes buck wild.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Sharing Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts
Christian ... No Regrets
Saturday morning. One week and one day. The countdown to leaving the island for Chelsea had begun. It had me feeling weird inside. That morning as lay on top of her with my dick deep inside of her listening to the sound of her moans grow louder, I knew that I had to make a move on what I had been feeling.
Every night she had been sleeping in Stefano’s bed. I approached Stefano and asked if had a thing for Chelsea. He admitted that he liked her but still had feelings for his ex and that he wasn’t ready for a full-time girl.
I was ready. And she was what I wanted. She and I started spending more time together away from the others learning more about each other. She started sleeping in my bed at night.
As I stared into her perfectly shaped brown eyes there was no way I felt any remorse about what I had done days ago. Chelsea needed a man that appreciated her. One that saw the value in her. One that would be true to her. One that would only share her with a select group of friends.
She needed a man like me. With me, she would be safe. She would be loved. She would feel the comfort and acceptance of my family and friends. I kissed her mouth slowly as I dug deeper, “Chelsea, mamita.”
“Yes?”
“I want you to be my girl.”
For a moment she looked into my eyes and slowly, her dimples formed and I knew it was a, yes. She nodded. It was fast but I convinced her that it was time to move on from her toxic past and look forward to a bright future.
I suckled her nipples one after the other. I was in heaven as I worked her pussy over with long deep thrusts. One hand caressed my back as the other gripped my ass. She threw her hips up taking on more of me not allowing me to move much. She was coming hard on my dick and I loved it.
Her body shuddered; she grunted and gasped. Her walls had a tight hold on my shaft. Slowly I felt her muscles relax. I began to stroke at a nice tempo until I burst. We lay kissing for several moments. I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was Asif. I had asked him to give me a chance to be with Chelsea alone that morning.
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