I could feel the thickness of his swollen dick pressing against me, forcing my lips to part tightly over him. Try as it might, the ocean was no match for the juices pooled inside my hot, wet portal and he finally slid fully inside of me, plunging forcefully, fighting desperately against the waves that would knock us down. I remained draped around him as he carried me to shore, tossing me onto the beach and dropping down onto me. In one swift, confident movement he re-entered me, pumping ferociously, as if years of pent of lust were now spilling out.
He devoured me inside of rabid kisses, sucking upon my lips and tongue, biting my lip before moving on to my earlobes and doing the same. If he could literally have eaten me he might have done so. I clasped his ass in my hands, forcing him hard against me, raking his skin with my nails to force pain and pleasure to go hand in hand. He raised a hand to my throat and chin, tilting my face into his and squeezing slightly, as if add a scant element of danger to our fucking and to assert of measure of dominance over me, which I liked. The feel of his thighs rubbing against the inside of mine created a highly erotic sensation. I wrapped my thighs tightly around him and pulled myself toward him, forcing him to bang against my cervix, holding there, rubbing and poking it.
"Mmmmm," a low growl began in the pit of my stomach and bubbled up from my throat, a throat that would have wanted to feel his cock in it if my pussy weren't such a greedy little bitch, "make me come, Marq. Make me do it."
"Fuck yeah, baby, come for me...ahhhh...come for me," he groaned as his hips bucked against my ass, my thighs still tightly wrapped around his waist.
The gulls screamed hungrily overhead, waiting for their chance to feast on my succulent juices. I screamed too from every part of my body. My pussy screamed under the intense pleasure forced into it by this new cock. My throat screeched as if I were a bitch in heat. My engorged nipples screamed under the friction of Marq's chest hair and sea salt. Another blanket of goosebumps spread itself across my body as I released the tension of my first orgasm and shuddered beneath him.
We were sweating again, falling prey to the heat of the impending nightfall and our exertion. Marq's movements slowed and he reached for his nearby Corona. He held the cool bottle against each of my nipples, forcing them into tight knots upon which he bit lightly, sending lighting bolts of pleasure down each thigh. He tilted his bottle of beer over my chest and drizzled the contents over my clammy skin before pulling his cock from me and leaning in to suck on my beer coated body. I felt the cool stream of beer hit my navel next, pooling there before he leaned in to drink from me, lapping up the cool, refreshing treat. Then what I had been waiting for...his beer running over my swollen clit and cunt. I knew his lips would follow. He sucked at his treat like a child with an ice cream, savouring every bit of me. Waves of intense euphoria crashed over me as his tongue danced across my slit, teasing me and flicking against my clit. I lay beneath him, wriggling on the sand like a fish out of water, gasping for air, struggling for survival, but it was too late. The need to succumb washed over me and I let go, sending one last desperate cry of passion careening into the night sky.
He couldn't come inside of me. He wasn't mine. I was not his, but he needed relief of his own. His hand reached down, wrapping itself around his painfully engorged cock. He stroked and squeezed it forcing thick purulent precum to spring forth and drip from the head. I sat up to admire his technique and he reached out to me, grabbing a fist full of my hair and drawing me forward onto my hands and knees, where he pressed his aching cock against my lips and painted them with his juices.
"Suck it," he commanded. "Make me cum. It's my turn. I want you to take my load inside of you."
I loved his uninhibited dirty talk. I loved being treated like a whore. I didn't want to be his friend in that moment. I wanted to be his slave. I wanted to suck his cock with such gusto that he couldn't restrain himself. I wanted him to talk dirty to me, the dirtier the better. I removed my lips long enough to respond, "Tell me how you want it, Marq."
"I want it just like that," he grunted, "I want you to be my little cum-sucking slut." My cunt throbbed. I wanted that too. Terrence never talked to me that way. Terrence never talked to me at all. This was delightfully bad. I was on my hands and knees in the sand, ass naked to world, vulnerable, with another man's cock sticking out of my mouth, pounding against my throat.
"Suck me dry, then swallow it. All of it," he commanded. The pitch of his voice raised and I sensed the end was near. I reached up to massage his balls in one hand and sucked harder, flicking my tongue along the underside of his shaft at the same time. His cock began throbbing and jumping against my tongue and a second later I felt the hot splash of semen soaking my throat, squirting there four, five, six times. Then it was gone.
Marq handed me my beer as if I might want to wash the taste of him from my mouth, but I didn't. I wanted the feel of his sweat, his semen and his lust on me for just a while longer.
